The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

I used to praise Xieqiao for being a good sister, but now I say I miss Mo Chusheng, the young lady?

Humph.

Xie Qiao's face tensed: "Well, I haven't seen you for a few days. The younger brother's demeanor has become more and more radiant. Unlike my sister, I am getting old quickly, and there are many wrinkles on my face."

Zhao Xuanjing felt the petty temper all over her body.

But pretending not to see it, he leaned into her ear and said with a smile, "The teacher always said that the beauty of the senior sister's country is unparalleled, and in the hearts of the junior brother, it is indeed the case."

Xie Qiao grinds his teeth.

No, she knew her own face, Mo Chusheng was much uglier, how could she be Xie Qiaomei?

Xie Pinggang glanced at the prince suspiciously, as if he was disgusting the prince's bad eyesight.

Look at this Taoist priest, the hair is black and smooth, but this face... ordinary and boring, what's so beautiful?

National color Tianxiang? If so, his sister is a fairy descended to earth.

The three sat down, and Xie Pinggang greeted someone to serve.

He also said surreptitiously, "My eldest sister has a lot of good wine hidden in her yard. I finally found it. She is not at home at the moment, so I will dig out two jars. The prince wants to taste it."

"!!!" Xie Qiao looked angry.

This pig, Xie Pinggang, dared to steal her wine! ?

"Isn't that not good?" Zhao Xuanjing smiled half-smile.

"It's alright, that girl is stupid. She doesn't know how much wine she has made, and it doesn't matter how many jars you have. Besides, isn't this your Highness, you are here? Naturally, I will treat you with the best things." Xie Pinggang said this Very dog-legged for a while.

If Xie Qiao caught it, he could push it on the crown prince.

The prince wants to drink, what can he do? !

Xie Pinggang happily went to dig wine.

Xie Qiao felt a pain in his heart.

her wine!

When she came to the capital from Shuiyueguan, she didn't bring many things with her. Most of this wine was brewed after she came to Beijing, and there really wasn't much...

The corners of Xie Qiao's mouth turned down slightly, his face sullen, he looked like a grasshopper tied to a rope, he was angry, but he couldn't run.

I can't wait to grab Xie Pinggang's head and give it a good knock.

"Senior sister's face is not very good, but what happened?" Zhao Xuanjing asked knowingly.

Xie Qiao squeezed out a smile: "I haven't received a letter from the teacher for a long time, worry!"

"Perhaps it's a little farther away this time." Zhao Xuanjing smiled with thin lips, soft eyebrows, and a melodious voice, "When the teacher comes back, I will ask him to preside over the marriage for the two of us, how about it?"

"..." Xie Qiao shook the teacup in his hand, "Junior brother, you are still a child in my sister's heart!"

"Senior Sister Mo is like a child in my heart, so we are the same young." Zhao Xuanjing was cheeky.

Xie Qiao didn't go overboard.

Xiao Fugui, you have taken care of yourself.

Suddenly, Zhao Xuanjing actually dragged her hand over and put it on his lower waist: "How? Senior sister can also look at the bones, right? Why don't you help junior brother take a look."

"..." Xie Qiao felt that he couldn't have his hand anymore.

Just look at it, why do you have to move your hands and feet?

Her face was ruddy, but unfortunately, she couldn't see the thick fake skin painted on the outside.

Even at the moment like a calm veteran.

"Don't look at it, you are the crown prince, and you are indispensable for wealth, wealth, and honor." Xie Qiao secretly rubbed it back, but he squeezed his hand tightly. Xie Qiao raised his eyes and glared at him, only to realize that at this moment, His eyes were scorching, hot, and the hearts of the people he stared at jumped.

"Junior brother, do you really want to marry me?" Xie Qiao mustered the courage to ask back, and then, not to be outdone, put his little hand on his chin: "Junior brother, this is really unparalleled in the world, in fact, I have coveted my sister for a long time. …”