Yuan Qing withdrew her hand sharply and pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
Yu Wenhao stared at her blankly, "What are you doing?"
"Your face!" Yuan Qingling accused, but he did not expect to be a disciple.
He snorted, "You suppressed it yourself. This king just wants to turn to the beginning, so as not to be offended by you."
"Co-authoring or my fault?"
"Could it be the king's fault? The king dragged you over?"
He sat upright and said coldly: "What's so great? I haven't seen it before. Besides, you have seen everything from this king, and you haven't seen this king upset."
Yuan Qingling couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm treating your wounds for you."
"Who wants you to be troubled?"
"I knew that no matter what you are, it will make you inhumane and cut off your children and grandchildren." Yuan Qingling felt that her temper became more and more uncontrollable. The main reason for this was that he was too much.
"You are the princess of this king, this king cuts off children and grandchildren, and you also cut off children and grandchildren."
"You are going to take my leave in the future." Yuan Qing Ling narrowed his eyes, "We have an agreement."
"Before thinking about this question, you should think about your promise to your father. You said you want him to hold your grandson within a year." He said coldly.
Yuan Qing said in a leisurely manner: "There are too many variables that can be made in one year, and I think it is unnecessary now."
Yu Wenhao didn't say a word, but there was an indescribable anger in his heart.
It is because of her leisure, but also because of the variables in her words.
They didn't talk any more along the way, and the two of them also sat apart and disliked each other.
Back in the mansion, Yuan Qingling went back to Fengyi Pavilion directly.
In the yard, Yuan Qingping was eating the red bean soup that his mother made for her. Seeing her come back, Liu frowned and said, "Why did you come back?"
"Some things have been delayed." Yuan Qingling sat down and leaned over to take a look. The red bean soup seemed very good, "Mother, give me a bowl."
"What's the delay?" Yuan Qing asked on the screen.
"Small things." Yuan Qingling looked at her still staring at herself, but she showed a bit of worry, and she couldn't help being startled. This younger sister seemed to be good to her.
"Can't you be smarter?" Yuan Qing said gloomily.
"It's okay."
Yuan Qingping didn't believe it at all, but she couldn't worry about it.
She said indifferently: "The second old lady asked me to find out if the relationship between you and the prince is really as you said."
"Yeah." Yuan Qing Ling replied absently.
Yuan Qing took a few bites, pushed the bowl, and said angrily: "Why don't you care? The Fuzhong inquires about you for a purpose. Why are you so confused?"
Yuan Qingling looked at her suddenly angry face and smiled, "What's the purpose?"
"How do I know? It must be for my father's official career. If you can't help my father, the consequences will be serious. I can see that you and the prince are not really good."
Yuan Qing Ling said thoughtfully: "You have a clear mind."
Yuan Qingping said in an unpleasant manner: "What is clear? Who doesn't know what my father has done for the past few years? I'm not a fool."
"That's his business, don't worry about it." Yuan Qingling said.
Yuan Qingping sneered, "I don't care? I don't want to care about it, but what can I do, he has arranged my marriage, just waiting to sell me, so as to contribute to his future."
"Your marriage has been arranged? Why don't I know?" Yuan Qing Ling was shocked, isn't she talented? Why did you arrange a marriage in such a hurry
"My birthday has passed."
"Who is it?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Yuan Qingping said coldly: "Chu Dayou."
"Who is Chu Dayou?"
Madam Xi said lightly beside him: "Chu Shoufu's nephew, who is in his 30s, has died of his three-room wife."
"You are only fifteen years old, marrying a man in his thirties to fill a house? It makes no sense!" Yuanqing Ling Wenyan was very angry. Are you crazy while waiting? Spoiled his daughter in this way.
"Father said, I've climbed high. Although they are only in their thirties, they have already been named Hui Dinghou and their status is honorable."
"So what?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"No, I can only follow orders." Yuan Qing held her breath still cold, she was just over fifteen years old and had already seen a lot of it. She has no right to object to her marriage.
Yuan Qingling asked Xima, "How is the character of this Hui Dinghou?"
The happy mother said: "The princess can ask the prince. The prince has played since the age of fifteen. He followed Hui Dinghou. When he was twenty, the prince personally took charge."
Yuan Qingling looked at Yuan Qing's screen with a gray face, "Are you afraid you've inquired about it early?"
Yuan Qingping's face was pale, "I asked, she is violent."
The word violent is just a generalization.
Yuan Qingling suddenly understood that she didn't want to stay here to accompany her, but wanted to hide here and catch her breath.
Fifteen years old, junior high school student.
Waiting for your own future is really unscrupulous.
Yuan Qing stared at her sharply, "I once hated you. If you have won the heart of King Chu and helped your father rise to the top, maybe I won't have to marry Hui Dinghou, but I know I think it's too selfish. Up."
Yuan Qingling looked at her angry and contradictory face. It would be too cruel for a junior high school student to bear this.
"Can you help me? I don't want to marry Hui Dinghou, I don't want to die." Yuan Qingping's eyes filled with tears, and the tears seemed to have been in her eyes for a long time. As soon as she said this begging. I couldn't hold back the tears.
Yuan Qingling was silent. In this era, marriage is the order of her parents and the words of the matchmaker. How can she, the controversial eldest sister, have the right to speak
"No, can you?" Yuan Qingping laughed coldly, wiping her tears with one hand, "I know that begging you is superfluous, you can't protect yourself, how can you care for me?"
Yuan Qingling said with difficulty: "I have no right to interfere with your marriage."
"You don't have one, but if you are pampered, you can ask the prince to intervene. He is the king of Chu. As long as he says that Hui Dinghou is inappropriate, his father will listen to him, but you can't ask the prince, can you?" Yuan Qingping Staring at her.
Yuan Qingling is still silent, can she ask for it? She wasn't sure, and she couldn't easily make a promise to Yuan Qing, lest she would be disappointed if this thing fails.
"Princess, red bean soup..." The mother brought the red bean soup in. Seeing that the atmosphere between the sisters was a little nervous, she couldn't help but hesitate.
Yuan Qingling took it and drank slowly, believing that her appearance looked useless.
Yuan Qingping swallowed her tears back, unable to conceal her disappointment, "No matter, you also have your difficulties, and I used to treat you badly, you don't need to help me."
Yuan Qingling had some memories in her mind. This sister was really bitter and mean, and she liked running people very much.
However, there are also heart-warming clips. For example, every time the original owner is scolded by his father and mother, she will help. She rarely fights for things that the original owner likes, even if she likes it.
The sisters are not too deep, but they are by no means ruthless.
Maybe she should open this mouth and beg Yu Wenhao.