"What's wrong? Aren't you coming up??" Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi, who was standing motionless on the ground, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked her.
"..." Ye Qiqi looked down at the hand under the red hijab. After a moment of silence, she then turned towards him and said with doubts in her voice: "Brides... don't all ride in sedan chairs?" Chariot??”
"Yes." Mo Hanqing nodded, then looked at her with a smile on his face and said, "But I want to appreciate the prosperity of this ten-mile long street with you."
After hearing his words, Ye Qiqi was slightly stunned, feeling an indescribable touch in her heart.
She hesitated for a moment, then put her hand in his.
The palm of his hand was generous and warm, and when he held it, it completely surrounded her little hand.
Mo Hanqing looked at her and smiled, then used a little force on his wrist to pull Ye Qiqi onto the horse's back.
But after he pulled a few times, Ye Qiqi still stood there without moving.
"Madam...you don't want to get on the horse??" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows at her and asked in a low voice.
"No..." Ye Qiqi twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, lowered his head, and said in a weak voice: "It's really... my legs were so numb just now."
"Oh, it's okay." Mo Hanqing smiled, and then said in a low and slow voice: "Husband, I can wait for you for a while, madam, don't worry."
“…”
There's no point in waiting.
Ye Qiqi bit her lips, hesitant about what to say to him.
After a stick of incense, Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi who was standing under the horse and asked again: "Is my lady's leg feeling better?"
“…”
Ye Qiqi, who was wearing a red hijab, had a face that was as red as a monkey's ass.
She held the apple tightly with her other hand, opened her red lips, and finally couldn't help but whispered to him: "I... my legs are sore..."
"Huh??" Mo Hanqing only heard a polar voice coming over, but the surroundings were too noisy. The sound of the welcoming team playing suonas and trumpets, and the cheers of the surrounding people, all these sounds were drowned out. Ye Qiqi's voice.
"I... I..." Ye Qiqi blushed, feeling that she was really embarrassed to say those words in such a large public.
"Please be quiet, my king."
Mo Hanqing couldn't hear clearly what Ye Qiqi was saying, so he squinted his eyes, raised his head and said something coldly to the people around him.
As soon as he finished speaking, those playing musical instruments stopped, and the people around him also stopped talking.
The bustling entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Mo Hanqing turned around again and asked Ye Qiqi, who was standing in front of the horse supported by Xi Niang, in a gentle voice: "What did the lady just say??"
"I..." Ye Qiqi felt that the surrounding environment suddenly became quiet, and her face blushed even more.
"Um??"
"I... my legs are sore..." Ye Qiqi blushed and bit her, making a sound like a mosquito's snort, and whispered to Mo Hanqing.
These three fluttering words penetrated into Mo Hanqing's ears without missing a word.
Someone was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Ye Qiqi, who was standing in front of him, with a pair of deep black eyes.