Everyone has gathered at the wedding ceremony to watch the ceremony.
In this cluster of flowers, no one else could be seen.
Between Yijiu's narrow and long Danfeng eyes, a few rays of shining streamer flowed out, which was extremely evil.
He raised his thin lips, and suddenly put his hand on Ye Qingluo's shoulder.
Immediately, he leaned forward.
Ye Qingluo's pupils just enlarged that handsome and evil face.
Ye Qingluo was stunned for a moment.
I don't quite understand the purpose of Yi Jiu's move.
But there was not much panic on her face, she just raised her hand to block Yi Jiu's chest, blocking the distance from him approaching.
Just at this moment.
Ye Qingluo's wrist was pulled by a huge pulling force.
With a little effort, she staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.
Just wanted to turn around and look.
Yi Jiu suddenly grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her towards him.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
Each person pulls an arm.
Is this a tug of war
"My lord, today is your day of great joy. Is it not good for you to come here... to talk about this king's future concubine?"
The evil and laughing voice spit out from Yi Jiu's mouth.
He bent Danfeng's eyes with a smile, and looked behind Ye Qingluo with a half-smile.
Lord Regal
Ye Qing raised her eyebrows slightly.
She glanced sideways, and sure enough, she met that magnificent face.
And, those eyes that seem to be full of infinite affection, as deep as ink.
He held her wrist tightly, with a little force, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
Ye Qingluo's narrow and charming eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, pink lips raised a faint smile: "Groom officer, what is the meaning of this?"
She lowered her eyes and glanced at her wrist.
The groom pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes were full of turbulent waves.
He held Ye Qingluo's hand tightly.
Ye Qingluo shook it, but when he couldn't break free, he looked a bit serious: "Officer groom, please respect yourself."
"You... listen to my explanation."
With a hoarse voice, he struggled to enunciate every word.
Ye Qingluo frowned even tighter, and there was a trace of puzzlement and solemnity in his eyes: "Groom officer, what do you mean by that? I don't know you before, you do this... are you worthy of Master Modian?"
"Xiao Luoer..."
He called out in a low voice.
That familiar, trembling voice called out the title that belonged exclusively to Di Moxuan.
Ye Qingluo was still moved in his heart.
But, on the face, the frown became tighter: "Officer Groom, I think you may have admitted the wrong person."
"How could I admit my mistake..." the groom's voice was hoarse, full of pain, "give me a chance to explain..."
The words are not finished yet.
Yi Jiu's hand suddenly stretched out and pushed the groom's hand away.
A sharp cold light suddenly shot out from the groom's eyes, shooting directly at Yi Jiu.
Yi Jiu casually pulled Ye Qingluo to his side, and twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently: "Lord Emperor Zun, Miss Mu even said that she doesn't know you... Is it a bit too much for you to pester me so much? Don't forget Oh, you are the one at today's wedding ceremony... Xin, Lang, Guan!"
Yi Jiu deliberately pronounced the last three words very heavily.
"Is it your turn to speak?" The groom said in a calm voice, reaching out to grab Ye Qingluo's arm again, "What does it have to do with you when I talk to her?!"
"The king said that he is the future concubine of the king. You say... It doesn't matter whether the king cares." Yi Jiu stepped forward and blocked the groom's hand.
Laughing so badly.