Dressed as a petite jerk

I didn't know that women are also very interesting...

If you really get her by your side...

Then the Ninth Prison was ruined like that again, so if you can't stop it, you can't stop it.

The Chitose Mansion, which has been built for so many years, should go back and live...

【Ding!His Excellency Jiuqian decided to marry his master and go home to be the princess of Qiantose, and his love for his master is rising...]

【Ding!Master Nine Thousand Years has already reached a liking point for his master!He will not kill the master for the time being...]

Luo Qingci's mood suddenly improved: "Actually... this princess still knows how to judge her face..."

Mo Jiuqin: "???"

Luo Qingci: "What this princess means is that she is beautiful at the age of nine thousand. After the marriage contract between this princess and Zhao Rende is terminated, if she wants to choose another son-in-law, this princess will definitely choose based on her face."

"So, there is still great hope for Nine Thousand Years!"

"Reject me? Huh?" Mo Jiuqin understood.

This is the meaning of not agreeing to him!

Reject him to his face!

This little thing is very brave!Before marrying home, I have to teach...

His overly shady eyes glanced casually across Luo Qingci's neck, and he waved his sleeve robe: "Okay! Go to the palace to settle the marriage contract!"

As a result, Zhao Renheng, who was beaten to the last breath, was dragged into the palace by the two father-in-laws of the East Prison like garbage, and a long bloodstain was dragged out...

On the way, some people who didn't know the truth wanted to talk too much, but they glanced at Master Zhang and Master Zhu who were walking beside them, and they both shut their mouths.

The two hardest bones didn't stop them, so they went home.

Jiu Qiansui, the son-in-law who beat up Princess Fushun so badly, probably something bloody is going to happen today, or he should go home and thank the guests behind closed doors...

But these officials still did not escape.

Because half a quarter of an hour later, the imperial palace came to order to reopen the morning court!

The morning court is over, and it will be opened again, just because Jiu Qiansui is going to deal with Princess Fushun's prospective son-in-law!

All the courtiers were full of complaints, but they didn't dare to say anything, they could only obediently put on their court clothes and go into the palace.

Then, they stepped into the Golden Palace, and saw in the very center of the hall, the princess-to-be son-in-law Zhao Renheng was beaten like a pile of disgusting rotten meat.

Jiuqian sat tall beside the emperor's dragon chair, and his chair was bigger and more comfortable than the emperor's.

There are also all kinds of delicacies and novel gadgets that I don’t know where to collect.

So, the emperor ran to his chair without hesitation, and while eating delicious food, turning the gadgets in his hands, he said vaguely: "What does Uncle Wang want to do, just tell these idiots below to go!" manage!"

"Shall I play first?"

Mo Jiuqin was named the Thousand Years King by the late Emperor, and also the only auxiliary minister that the late Emperor trusted and trusted. Even if everyone said he was a sycophant, he had to be honestly called the Thousand Years Lord.

And the emperor had to call him Uncle Wang respectfully.

Even if, at the beginning, the reason why the late emperor chose him was because he thought he was worthless, no matter what, he couldn't take away Xuanyuan's country...

But now-

He said: "Emperor! Last night, I suddenly discovered that those quack doctors made a mistake in the past, and I am not a eunuch!"

"I'm still a complete man!"

"Ah?" The little emperor was stunned for a moment: "Then...the one who diagnosed Uncle Wang at the beginning was indeed a quack doctor, a big quack doctor!"

"Who's here? Drag it out and chop it up!"

"Uncle Wang is obviously fine, but he still says that Uncle Wang is a eunuch! It's disgusting!"

"Who says it's not?" Mo Jiuqin said, "It seems that the surname is Zhou?"

The imperial doctor surnamed Zhou below was so frightened that his neck was shaking...

Mo Jiuqin: "The surname seems to be Wang..."

The imperial doctor surnamed Wang fell to the ground with a "plop"...

Mo Jiuqin: "Could it be Fang's surname?"

"Or Liu? Xiang? Sun? Li?"

"Huh la la!" As for the imperial doctor, many people couldn't bear such intimidation, and they all softened...