Determined to tear down the marriage card!

Jiang Qinghe watched Feng Qiwu first cut open the belt with a dagger, and the outer robe was scattered in an instant, leaving only a layer of obscene clothes, and a faint blush was cast on his face.

Feng Qiwu looked around and felt that it was not enough to explain his female identity, so he stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Qinghe's catkin and placed it on his chest.

Jiang Qinghe frowned, and glanced at Feng Qiwu with her beautiful eyes, and deliberately exerted force on Feng Qiwu's chest, as if to be sure.

"Should you believe me now?" Feng Qiwu glanced coldly at Jiang Qinghe's hand that he hadn't taken away, raised his eyebrows, feeling displeased, who is the prodigal son! ?

Feeling the softness, Jiang Qinghe withdrew her hand and said puzzledly, "Then why didn't you tell Father about your daughter's body?"

"It's too late. As soon as your father saw me, he asked me my name and where I lived. Immediately after that, an imperial edict was issued, and then you appeared." Feng Qiwu said these words lightly, now thinking of the emperor The behavior of driving ducks to the shelves is really a bit depressing.

After finishing speaking, Feng Qiwu still felt that it was not enough, and said solemnly and seriously: "How hard are you to get married? Your royal father wants to treat you like this."

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Qinghe heard this, his eyes immediately became icy cold, and he said expressionlessly: "You seem to be too strict!"

Feng Qiwu raised her eyebrows. It seemed that she had poked Jiang Qinghe's sore spot just now. She paused and said, "I'm sorry. Too much talk."

"Your Highness, General Chen please see me!" Xiao Lu's voice suddenly came from outside, interrupting Feng Qiwu and Jiang Qinghe.

Jiang Qinghe was startled, why did his uncle beg to see at this time, he glanced at Feng Qiwu coldly, thought for a while, and said calmly: "You hide first."

"Okay." Knowing that someone was coming, Feng Qiwu readily agreed, looked left and right, opened Jiang Qinghe's wardrobe, got in, and hid it.

Jiang Qinghe looked at Feng Qiwu hiding in his closet, with a layer of anger on his face again, doesn't this person know that his daughter's closet is more private than the boudoir!He completely forgot the fact that Feng Qiwu is also a daughter's family.

After sorting out his mood, Jiang Qinghe let General Chen in.

"The last general will see the eldest princess. It is really inappropriate to disturb him late at night." General Chen was 8 feet tall, tall and mighty, and saluted Jiang Qinghe.

Jiang Qinghe hurriedly helped General Chen up, glanced casually at his wardrobe, and said, "Why do you need to be polite, uncle, get up and sit down, I don't know what's going on in the middle of the night."

Feng Qiwu hid in this narrow closet, her brows became more and more wrinkled, really, what the hell is she doing!Anyway, a great creator god, an incomparably noble existence from all over the world, how could he become like this after going down to the mortal world.

General Chen spoke earnestly, and said, "Qinghe, you are a princess, the matter of getting married is so abrupt and sloppy, how is it proper! Uncle told you from the bottom of my heart, you don't..."

Suddenly caught a glimpse of something, General Chen frowned, stopped talking, got up, and walked slowly to Jiang Qinghe's dressing table.

Jiang Qinghe also took advantage of the situation to look over, and when he saw the robe that Feng Qiwu had just scratched off with a dagger, he froze there, with an inexplicable shame and anger welling up.

"Qinghe! What is this! How could a man's robe appear in your room?" General Chen picked up Feng Qiwu's robe on the ground, and looked at his obedient niece in disbelief.

Jiang Qinghe's lips moved. This time, she really couldn't wash herself off by jumping into the Yellow River. She said, "Uncle, don't get angry, just listen to Qinghe's explanation."

"Someone!" General Chen said sharply based on his years of experience in the military, and looked around with sharp eyes. When he saw Jiang Qinghe's wardrobe, he snorted coldly, walked over quickly, and opened it abruptly.

Feng Qiwu, who was only wearing white obscene clothes, suddenly appeared in his sight.

Jiang Qinghe supported her forehead, and glanced coldly at Feng Qiwu, feeling really at a loss for what to do.

"What's going on? Qinghe, why did a man appear in your room? Qinghe! Don't do anything stupid!" General Chen still couldn't believe that his obedient niece would hide a man in the boudoir , pointing at Feng Qiwu and speaking to Jiang Qinghe.

Feng Qiwu looked at the two expressionlessly, and walked out, since he had already been discovered, he should be more frank, besides, staying in this closet is really uncomfortable.

"Both of you are dumb? Why don't you tell me what's going on? Qinghe, tell me about you. You're getting married tomorrow. How could you do such a stupid thing!?" General Chen looked at the two silent young men , instantly furious, asked Jiang Qinghe with a beard and a stare.

Feng Qiwu heard the words, and said lightly: "I will not marry her, don't worry."

"Are you asked to speak?! It will add to the chaos!" Jiang Qinghe bit his lips when he heard Feng Qiwu's words, and yelled directly for the first time regardless of his image.This man will add fuel to the fire!

Suddenly being yelled at, Feng Qiwu was stunned, looking at Jiang Qinghe, the air pressure around his body instantly became extremely low, Jiang Qinghe was too much, his voice was low, and he said word by word: "You yell at me?"

Seeing the unkindness in Feng Qiwu's eyes, Jiang Qinghe panicked inexplicably, and felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped a lot. She was surprised that it was not autumn yet, why was it suddenly cold.

"You are Feng Qiwu?" General Chen finally understood that the man hidden by Jiang Qinghe was tomorrow's groom, but he was about to get married tomorrow, so why would he be here, he couldn't help but confirm again.

Feng Qiwu stabilized his mind, calmed down a little, and replied: "It's me."

"Then you guys are getting married tomorrow, what's going on now?" General Chen still didn't quite believe how inseparable the two were.Even if they are inseparable, don't they have to wait until tomorrow!

"Uncle, she came today because..." Jiang Qinghe said while thinking, Feng Qiwu's daughter's identity must not be revealed, if it is revealed, things will become more complicated.

General Chen looked at the faltering Jiang Qinghe, snorted coldly, waved his hands, and said, "That's all, I don't want to hear it. I was still in a private meeting on the eve of the wedding. I really don't know what you think? Can you miss such a day?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Qinghe's cheeks blushed, uncle really, it's all about what.

On the other hand, Feng Qiwu's face was neither red nor heartbeat, he looked at the interaction between his uncle and nephew coldly, and said: "You misunderstood, I don't want to marry her."

"Bah! Why do you come here in the middle of the night if you don't want to marry her? It's crazy, you don't want to marry her, watch your head!" General Chen became angry when he heard Feng Qiwu's words. Shameless!

Feng Qiwu's face was still cold, unmoved at all.

"Okay, uncle. You go back first, and it will be dawn after you continue to toss." Jiang Qinghe reminded General Chen that in a while, the maid who came to wash up would arrive.

General Chen looked at the sky outside, and indeed his belly was pale. He gave Feng Qiwu a hard look, and said, "Yes. This kid has to come with me!"

"Huh?" Jiang Qinghe asked puzzled.

"Ah, what? I have to teach you a lesson! Besides, you're supposed to get married tomorrow, and it's really bad for her to show such indifference!"

Jiang Qinghe raised her eyelids and looked at her uncle's protection, her heart warmed, but it was undeniable that Feng Qiwu really deserved a beating in her opinion.

Just like that, Feng Qiwu was stared out of the princess' bedroom by several pairs of eyes, wearing only obscene clothes.All of a sudden, there were rumors in the palace.

As soon as he went out, General Chen took Feng Qiwu and gave him a good education.

During this period, Feng Qiwu kept silent, because she really didn't know what to say.Looking at the gazes around her, under all eyes, she would be watched for a long time even if she moved, let alone run away.

"General Chen, my son-in-law." One of the leading old maids said after finding Feng Qiwu.There is also a group of maids behind them, all holding toilet utensils and wedding clothes.

Feng Qiwu was really exhausted this time, the group of people looked for her one by one, and stared at her one by one, as if discussing.It seems that now, they are really going to get married.

……

The palace has long been decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there is joy everywhere.

"My son-in-law, when you and the princess go out of the palace gate and enter the princess's mansion, you have to carry the princess with you." The old maid at the side arranged Feng Qiwu's hair and settled down.

Feng Qiwu looked at himself in the bronze mirror with an expression on his face. He was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and his hair crown was also red, embroidered with gold silk patterns.

It's just that coupled with her cold expression, it's really against harmony.

The old maid observed Feng Qiwu, with a square forehead, slender eyebrows, a bit chic and unrestrained, a pair of fox eyes, the ends of the eyelids raised quietly, a straight nose, and thin red lips.

This skin is a bit fairer and smoother than that of his daughter's. He is indeed an extremely handsome young man, but he looks too weak and gentle.How beautiful it would be if it was a daughter's home.

Feng Qiwu looked at the maid who had lost her thoughts, and said lightly: "Are you ready?"

"OK OK."

……

After grooming and getting ready, Feng Qiwu was brought to the door of the princess' bedroom, holding a fiery red hydrangea in his hand.

"My lord, you are so happy today!" Su Daji followed Feng Qiwu quietly, looked at Feng Qiwu dressed up by the groom, and said with her thoughts while holding back a smile.

I saw Feng Qiwu glanced at her coldly, but ignored it, she shouldn't have listened to this fox's nonsense and entered the palace!

"Princess-lord-drive-arrive!" came a shrill voice.

Jiang Qinghe had a red hijab on her head, was wearing a red wedding dress that matched Feng Qiwu, and was holding a red handkerchief with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it.

Seeing Jiang Qinghe's graceful figure, Feng Qiwu was in a daze for a moment, and then glanced at Jiang Qinghe's catkin holding a handkerchief. His thoughts were full of thoughts. I never thought that she would marry a woman one day. The subsidence collapsed, causing faint ripples.