"Fortunately, it's not too difficult to deal with, anyway, we won in the end."
It's just that the more he behaved like this, the more worried Luo Liyan became.
Even if she knew that he would tell this matter, she deliberately wanted to make herself feel sorry for him, so as to achieve her goal.
But Luo Liyan still fell into the trap uncontrollably.
After all, what you can do well in the previous life does not mean that you will be able to do it in the next life.
My own appearance will change a lot of things. If Qi Junxiu cares too much about himself on the battlefield, I am afraid that Sword Wuyan will accidentally hurt him.
Qi Junxiu lowered his eyelids and looked at the little girl in front of him. From resistance to struggle, and finally a little bit of compromise because of worry, he felt very happy in his heart.
Although their relationship has reached the point where they understand each other, in the final analysis, they are all forced by themselves.
Seeing the sharp-tongued, cold-hearted little girl in front of her in front of her show such an appearance to herself, Qi Junxiu can be a little bit sure that she likes him more or less.
From this point of view, the scene he played himself was not in vain.
It's just that in order to lie, he still has to find an excuse to go to Saibei in the past two years.
Otherwise, with this little girl's suspicious nature, she would doubt what she said today from time to time.
In fact, before he ascended the throne in his last life, not only had he never been to Saibei, but even his maternal ancestral family had never sent anyone to fight in person.
After all, his father's illness came like a mountain, but in less than two years, it has reached the point where the medicine is useless.
He only wanted to pass on the throne to his third brother, so he didn't dare to let himself and his grandfather's family lead the army away from his nose.
His father was afraid of death. If he couldn't hold on and died, and the new emperor ascended the throne, he would send his army to Beijing and seize the throne.
"Xiao Yan'er, just agree to let the emperor give us a marriage!" Qi Junxiu deliberately softened his tone, and slowly coaxed.
"Okay! But you have to promise me that even if the marriage is granted, you have to wait until I am old before preparing for the marriage. I am still young, and something like that happened to my mother. I want to spend more time with my mother Some time." Luo Liyan stared at her round almond eyes and emphasized.
"Of course!" Qi Junxiu immediately agreed without thinking about it.
Seeing how happy he was, Luo Liyan didn't want to hit him either.
Although she was relieved, after all, she was relying on the Xiangfu now, and marrying herself was equivalent to having the support of the Xiangfu.
Even if it is not supported, it is impossible to stand on the opposite side.
Even though he sat in that position in the previous life, the dislike of the current emperor towards him is true.
He was afraid that he would not be able to obtain the imperial decree of marriage so easily.
Maybe if he expresses such thoughts to the emperor, the emperor will immediately marry him to the children of other aristocratic families.
Or give him a princess in a hurry.
But anyway, he has already agreed to what he should promise, and whether he can persuade the current Holy Majesty is something he should worry about.
Some gloating and calculating in her heart, Luo Liyan was completely happy.
In this way, the two of them happily visited the whole market together with different joys.
When the moon and stars were thinning, Qi Junxiu reluctantly sent his beloved little girl back to Xiangfu.