Li Sang looked at his son, whose heart and eyes were filled with Li Ruo, and felt his headache getting even worse.
He glared at Li Ruo angrily and said, "Get out of here!"
"Go back and tell your mother to pick a time to come over and finalize your marriage as soon as possible."
At this point, in order not to arouse King Rui's suspicion, this is the only thing we can do.
It's a pity for Ling'er that she married such a bastard.
Fortunately, with him watching over her, she wouldn't dare to act too presumptuous.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Li Ruo was happy not because she could marry Huang Ling, but because since her uncle had agreed to their marriage, it meant that he would protect her.
Compared to her hypocrisy, Huang Ling was genuinely happy and hugged her arms excitedly: "Cousin, father has nodded, we can finally be together."
Li Ruo looked at her handsome little cousin, her heart was moved, and her voice was so gentle that it could drip water: "Ling'er, cousin will definitely treat you well in the future."
"Well, I believe you."
Huang Ling simply didn't understand that people like Li Ruo would only be enthusiastic about someone for three minutes.
No matter how good-looking a person is, she will discard him when she gets tired of him.
Li Sang was annoyed by the noise and angrily drove them away: "Stop getting in my way here, you two? Go and call your sister over."
"I'll go now."
Huang Ling hurriedly pulled Li Ruo out of Fengxiang Palace.
At this time, Su Qiao had already returned to the palace and went to the mansion next door through the side door.
Seeing her, Ye Lihan, who was painting in the study, put down his brush in surprise: "Why are you back so soon?"
Don’t those literary poetry gatherings usually last a whole day
It’s been less than half a day.
"I stayed for a while, got bored and came back."
"What are you doing? Drawing?" Su Qiao looked at the desk.
Ye Lihan seemed to remember something, and quickly spread a piece of white paper on the half-painted rice paper: "I'm bored, just drawing casually."
"The quality of your paper is too poor. Are you short of money?"
Su Qiao reached out to touch the paper, but Ye Lihan pulled it over, rolled up a few of them randomly, and inserted them into the painting tube.
"Who doesn't need money? Except you, King Rui."
Su Qiao was a little curious.
"What is it?"
"You're hiding it, so I can't see it?"
Ye Lihan put away his brush and ink and said calmly, "I just drew it casually, and only drew a small part. There's nothing good to see."
"Oh." Su Qiao glanced at the painting tube and did not ask any more questions.
Ye Lihan glanced out the window and said, "Let's go for a walk outside!"
"OK."
Are you afraid that she will look through it
Su Qiao became even more curious about the unfinished painting.
However, she did not force it, but nodded and left the study with him.
Host, are you curious about what he painted
This Tongzi has been kept in suspense so many times, it should be its turn this time, right
result…
Su Qiao was very calm: "Not at all."
444: “…” Why is it so difficult to take revenge
After a while, it couldn't help but say it out loud.
Let me tell you, he painted a person's profile, and he was holding a bow and arrow. Do you know who it is
"Do I need to tell you that?"
"If you're so secretive, the painting is either me or me."
Su Qiao is mysteriously confident.
444 pouts.
How shameless.
You are too cocky. Maybe what he drew was a confidential city defense layout map
"He would draw the layout in broad daylight?"
“And I still have that confidence.”
As soon as I see myself, I cover it up. It's obvious that it's related to me.