On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

The gazes of the two people just met directly, the man was so drunk that his usually clear eyes were stained red.

Wei Ziqing stood still, feeling the cool night wind blowing on his body even cooler than usual.

The man not far away waved to him, stood up straight and leaned against the door frame, with a bit of nobility in his laziness.

Wei Ziqing walked over and saw that Zhongli was only wearing a white singlet, and there was still a faint smell of alcohol on his body that couldn't be concealed.

"Didn't you say you're not coming back tonight?" he asked.

The man stared straight at him, and there was a belch as soon as he opened his mouth, obviously he had drunk a lot.

"Missed you," he said.

Wei Ziqing's face was reddish. Although they had a lot of close physical contact, they had very little verbal contact. In other words, although they knew many things well, no one chose to reveal them.

Wei Ziqing wanted to help the man back to the house. With so little clothes on and it was still cold outside, he would catch a cold if he stayed any longer.

It's just that the opponent dodged it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"I smell of alcohol, I'm afraid it will poison you." Zhong Li explained, and finally he helped him in under the man's stubborn gaze.

Wei Ziqing seldom entered his room. Although the relationship was getting closer, they still gave each other enough private space.

Zhongli's room was just as he had imagined - not luxurious, but very elegant, exuding a low-key nobility.

"Lie down for a while, I'll ask the maid to bring over a bowl of hangover soup."

Just as Wei Ziqing was about to leave, Zhong Li grabbed his wrist, and when he turned around, he saw the man staring at him with unusually hot eyes.

"will you marry me?"

Very abrupt, and as if it should have been so long ago, this sentence just popped out.

Wei Ziqing froze for a moment, blushed quickly, and nodded slightly.

Zhong Li laughed, laughing drunkenly, laughing drunkenly, pulled the man into his arms, and kissed him for a long time...

Shuo Wang Zhongli, who had been missing for many days and finally returned, also brought back a pretty brother.

My brother is not young, he is about older than Shuo Wang, but he is gentle and gentle, handsome and gentle, and has captured the hearts of some men in Shangjing.

Even though they only saw this guy from a distance, even though this guy didn't come out often.

Just when everyone was guessing how the relationship between the two would be and how it would develop, an explosive news exploded unexpectedly——

Shuo Wang Zhongli is going to marry that brother!The time is three days later.

After hearing the news, more than half of the people who went to Beijing were worried. There were brothers and ladies who wanted to marry Shuo Wang but couldn't ask for it, and there were also official sons who wanted to marry that Wen Ya brother but couldn't.

In short, after this marriage is finalized, there will be no more variables, even if today's son Duan Hong is angry.

"Wang Zhongli with a different surname, is everything I say nonsense?!" the emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe yelled angrily, and the eunuchs in the hall trembled.

Duan Hong was in a hurry, this man dared to go against his promise to marry an unknown brother

Where does this put his royal dignity

"Go and invite the national teacher, I have to ask him some questions." The emperor rubbed his aching forehead and ordered.

Since the marriage was requested by the national teacher and calculated by him, the national teacher may have expected this change now

But he wants to see how attractive that brother is that can make his half-brother, who doesn't understand the style, fall in love with him so much.

The wedding ceremony was very grand, but King Shuo invited very few people, or in other words, very few people invited into the palace, but there were more than a dozen tables of banquets outside the palace.

When Emperor Duan Hong arrived with his ceremonial car, the wedding was already over. The newlyweds had already worshiped heaven and earth, and the brother was sent into the room.

Duan Hong had a smile on her face. He had a bad relationship with this half-brother, but it wasn't bad either. Now there's no need to tear face at the wedding.

After a few words of congratulations that were nothing new, he sat in his proper seat, ignoring those who came up to toast.

Zhongli was not annoyed by this "brother" who clearly came with bad intentions, he still greeted the guests with a smile on his face, until after drinking for three rounds, it was dark.

The others were not blind. How could they not know that King Shuo was thinking about his newly married daughter-in-law, so they didn't dare to drink him too much.

Therefore, Zhong Li's face was as usual until he left the banquet, without the slightest hint of drunkenness.

It's just right, so they can have a good talk.

Duan Hong thought to himself and blocked people on the road.

"What does Your Majesty want to do?" Zhong Li was still smiling, with some danger in his eyes.

Duan Hong smiled: "That's why Ai Qing refused the marriage that I personally pointed out."

"Did you know that the person who asked me to marry you is your adoptive father Shen Guoshi..."

Wei Ziqing sat quietly in the wedding room with a red hijab on his head, feeling a little nervous and shy at the same time.

It's not the first time he built a red hijab. He was in heaven and earth before... Hey, why mention that.

In short, she is now Zhongli Mingmei's wife, and in the future...they will live a good life.

Thinking about the man, he felt that his face was getting redder and hotter, and he even unconsciously thought of the scene of entering the bridal chamber at night...

Oh, why do you think so much?

Wei Ziqing patted his face, and looked at his red wedding dress from under the red hijab, feeling familiar in a trance.

It seems that he has worn this body before, but it is definitely not the time in heaven and earth.

The door was pushed open, and with a "squeak", the man who smelled heavily of alcohol fell in.

Wei Ziqing quickly raised his hijab to meet the man who couldn't even stand still.

"Why did you drink so much?" He frowned. Although he didn't like men drinking so much, today was their big day, so he could bear it.

Zhong Li looked at him with dazed eyes, the emperor's words before leaving kept appearing in his mind, but he suddenly smiled.

"Qing'er, give me a kiss."

Wei Ziqing blushed at his blunt and bold words, but obediently gave him a lick on the cheek.

Zhong Li touched his kissed cheek and smiled like a big child: "With you for the rest of my life, those are not important..."

Wei Ziqing didn't understand what he meant, and felt vaguely uncomfortable, but he didn't have a chance to ask more, because the man threw him on the bed directly, and then...

A night of spring supper.

Prince Shuo's temper has improved a lot since he married his lovely wife, and now he can smile a little or two when he sees everyone, except for one person.

That man is the newly-promoted No. [-] Scholar. Although his legs and feet are somewhat inconvenient, he is quite talented, and he is the kind who can be appointed.

So the emperor attached great importance to him, and even though he was disabled, he was exceptionally admitted as the number one scholar.

Everyone didn't know why Prince Shuo had such a bad mood towards Zhuangyuanlang, and what was even more strange was that Zhuangyuanlang was also very indifferent to Wangye, not at all as usual.

The days went on as usual, everyone was surprised and got used to it, until one day the public held a banquet, and all senior officials above the third rank had to bring their relatives to the banquet.

It was Wei Ziqing's first time attending such a formal and high-end banquet, so he was a little nervous.

He himself was fine, but he was afraid of losing face to his husband, so he got up early in the morning to clean himself up.

Zhong Li hugged the man from behind, yawned, and his hazy eyes fell on his wavering hand that didn't know which eyebrow pencil to choose.

"Why did you wake up so early this morning and want to thrush your eyebrows? It's for your husband to help you." He laughed.

Men seldom dress themselves up. One is that they don't like it, and the other is that they don't need it. In his boastful words, he is already so good-looking. If he dresses up again, his husband will probably be unhappy.

Zhong Li just pursed his lips and smiled, not denying that this person is very attractive, how could he let others see his good looks and covet the person he loves?

Wei Ziqing nervously picked up an eyebrow pencil, gestured in front of the mirror, and said without looking back, "Aren't you afraid of losing your reputation?"

The man who sat up smiled heartily, hugged him from behind, and took the eyebrow pencil in his hand: "Madam is pretty enough, how could you lose your husband's face?"

"On the contrary, if Madam is well-dressed, she will be ashamed of herself as a husband. Oh, and also, the jar of jealousy will probably be overturned."

Although Zhong Li said so, he still raised his eyebrows at the man.

He had wanted to experience this kind of life a long time ago, but Qinger, a different brother who seldom dresses up, made him miss so many opportunities. How can he let the opportunity pass by now?

Besides, Qing'er is also showing that she cherishes and loves him, and it's too late for Zhongli to be happy.

"You don't have to abide by so many formalities when entering the palace this time. Although your husband and I are princes with different surnames, we have a lot of rights." Zhong Li said while thrushing his eyebrows.

Wei Ziqing was playing with an eyebrow pencil that he grabbed again, before he finished speaking, he only gave a soft "hmm".

He didn't really feel that way in his heart, if it was true that one person was under ten thousand people, he wouldn't have been assassinated and trapped in their village before.

Of course, he would never mention such things that would damage the dignity of the husband at this moment.

"Also, you will meet an old acquaintance at this palace banquet." Zhong Li rarely paused when he said this sentence, as if he didn't want to mention it but had to say it.

Wei Ziqing pulled himself together and wanted to hear him continue, but the man started to fiddle with his hair and stopped talking.

"Why don't you continue?" he asked, but he didn't answer.

Well, if you don't answer, you won't answer. It's not like he doesn't know, Wei Ziqing thought to himself.

Besides his husband, isn't the most popular figure in the court now the newly appointed No. [-] scholar?

The man lowered his eyes, he was very pleased that Sonny could achieve what he is today, but it was only comfort.

Even though he thought so, he knew that his husband's jealousy was overturned, otherwise he wouldn't have kept his mouth shut.

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing couldn't help laughing.

"I know who the old acquaintance you're talking about." Wei Ziqing held back a smile and teased him, "It's been a long time since I said it."

The arms around her were gradually tightened, and the man even heard a very dissatisfied hum in his ears.

Wei Ziqing couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed outright, trying to turn around to see his expression while laughing.

"Hey, don't move, it's time to pull your hair." Zhong Li sighed, but couldn't resist the man who wanted to see his expression, so he obediently walked up to him and knelt down.

"Qing'er, you know what's on my mind, and I won't hide it from you." He looked straight into his eyes, "I always feel that my current happiness is stolen from him, I'm afraid, afraid I'm going to die, I'm afraid you will leave me."

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