You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"Yuhua."

After the visit, King Mo just took a few sips and hurriedly wanted to get married.

When he opened the door and saw his obedient bride waiting for him, he could think of the delicately carved face under the hijab.

With trembling hands, he wanted to take off the hijab now.

The grandma in the wedding room brought some drinks.

"Go down."

King Mo is very anxious now, he must hurry up!

I don't know when they will find out that something is wrong. If King Han finds out, he may come and kill him.

It's time for the bridal chamber, and the rice is ready, even if King Han comes to kill him, it will be useless.

But if not yet, maybe he insists on returning it?

Then wouldn't everything he designed be in vain?

He didn't want to waste his efforts.

When the girl saw this, she hurriedly retreated!

King Mo raised his hand and lifted the hijab:

"Hua'er, you are my king..."

Before he finished speaking, the hijab had been lifted, revealing a delicate little face under the hijab.

The bride was very beautiful, but she was not as stunning as he thought.

"Your Majesty, I am Jiaojiao, did you call me wrong?"

King Mo felt his eyes darken, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He felt that his vision was a little blurry. He heard something wrong and saw something wrong. It must be like this.

He remembered that at the door of Sheng's house, Sheng Yicheng gave him a look of relief.

When he got close to the bride, he also smelled the faint body fragrance of Sheng Yuhua!

It's completely different from what's happening with this woman today.

But what went wrong?

When did the bride change?

He doesn't know?

No, it can't be replaced.

"My lord, what's wrong with you? But if you feel any discomfort, I'll call the imperial doctor right now."

King Mo kept telling himself that his eyes were dazzled, but the voice in his ears was extremely clear.

Sheng Yujiao stood up and was about to go out to call the imperial doctor. King Mo grabbed her arm and his eyes were as if they were tempered with ice:

"Why you?"

His words made Sheng Yujiao stunned for a moment, with confusion on her pretty face:

"Husband, what do you mean?"

She originally wanted to call her Prince, but now that they are married and the ceremony is over, she should change her name.

"Why you?"

"Ah...husband, you hurt me."

Sheng Yujiao said aggrievedly, King Mo's strength was too great and her arm hurt.

"Isn't it me who you want to marry?"

Yes, the person he wants to marry is Sheng Yujiao.

Can……

That's not what he arranged.

"Didn't your father do anything?"

Sheng Yujiao's eyes flashed, with a look of confusion on her face: "What should father do?"

"You... Sheng Yicheng, you are fine."

Ji Zimo almost said the last sentence through gritted teeth.

He had given him so many opportunities, but Sheng Yicheng had gone against his will. Did he really think he was a fool?

He would like to see what he has to say tomorrow.

"My lord, don't you want to marry Jiaojiao?"

Sheng Yujiao's eyes were red with grievance, looking pitiful.

King Mo felt extremely aggrieved when he saw her like this, but he also knew that nothing he could say now would help.

"No."

This woman... looked a little disgusting to him.

But I have to say that she and Sheng Yuhua are somewhat similar.

Hum, just practice in advance.

King Han couldn't get married anyway, so Sheng Yuhua would still be her own at the end.

"Husband, please be gentle..."

"Husband, it hurts..."

The woman's soft voice came out, and Lin Shiyin, who had just walked into the yard, paused.

She looked stern, and upon hearing that address, her face suddenly turned pale.

"Miss."

Aunt Wu supported Lin Shiyin's shaky body, feeling bitter in her heart.

She didn't expect King Mo to be so impatient.

Before the guests outside had left, he hurried back to the bridal chamber.

But when I got married to the young lady, I stayed away all night.

Both of them are concubines, but the extent of their favor can be seen on their wedding night.