By decree and pro

In the dead of night, the moonlight is slightly drunk.

The hazy moonlight shines through the carved window to see an extravagant dragon bed. There are three people, two, one, one, and one, lying on their backs.Fortunately, the bed is big enough so it doesn't look crowded at all.

The one sleeping on the right side was Chun Yuyan, probably because he was too hot. His unlined clothes were pulled up to his chest, revealing a large flat and firm abdominal muscle.

The thin and wide silk trouser legs were also pushed high, and the dim candlelight was gathered on the strong thighs. Between the flickering light and the dark, the slightly upturned buttocks curve was ready to come out.

"Gudong." Usman, who was leaning on the outermost side with his elbows propped up, let out a heavy swallow unexpectedly, which was especially clear in this quiet night.

Yan was not woken up, and still slept in a heroic "Fang" character, with his arms stretched across as a pillow for his son Dan Yu.

Although Dan Yu was only three years old, he was fat and fat, and he was not small. He curled up beside Yan like a cat.

And the loud swallowing sound in the back of his head made Dan Yu groan twice before he quit the habit of drinking night milk, so it was easy to wake up at night.

Usman silently raised his hand, and gently patted Dan Yu's back to comfort him to sleep.

After a while, Dan Yu fell asleep again.

"Good son, sleep well, don't disturb your father." Usman smiled brightly, gently pinched his son's white and tender feet, and moved him to the end of the bed little by little.

Poor Dan Yu was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that he was being moved from the middle of the big bed by his father, and finally placed at the end of the bed.

Usman couldn't believe that he really did that. Ever since Yan decided to wean his son from night milk, his son has been sleeping with them for more than ten days.

In fact, he thinks it's okay to drink night milk. Children usually eat less and more meals.

But Yan felt that Yu'er was three years and one month old, and getting enough sleep at night was more important than crying for milk, and Yu'er had eaten enough, so this night milk must be quit.

No, the boss's "lantern" shines between him and Yan every night, which really loses a little bit of private time. Although the son is his own, how can he compare with his wife?The sky is big and the earth is big, and the daughter-in-law is the biggest!

Usman managed to "drive away" his son, and was able to snuggle close to Yan's side, but he didn't dare to make too much noise. These days, Yan is busy preparing for the big wedding besides taking care of the children. The Xiliang-style wedding ceremony caused the ministers to quarrel.

It is true that they, like themselves, want to give Yan the most decent wedding, so that Emperor Dayan understands how much Xiliang welcomes and values ​​the marriage with Dayan, but Xiliang has many customs about weddings , Dayan also has a lot of customs, which collide with each other, sparks are flying, and the more you want to coordinate, the harder it is to coordinate.

Even some of the wedding ceremonies that had been prepared were put on hold, and finally Yan came forward to mediate, and then the wedding date was drawn up, and ten days later, it was an auspicious day.

As for the ceremony, the customs of Xiliang and Dayan can be combined at once. Usman is married, and Chunyuyan is married.

"Yanyan, thank you for your hard work." Usman half-raised his body, stared at Yan's sleeping face affectionately, and then lowered his head to kiss him.

"Slap!" Yan slapped Usman's face with a heavy hand, and Usman gasped in a hiss.

"Usman! Get up! You've crushed Yu'er!" Yan's voice was muffled, but his expression was panicked, as if he had woken up from fright.

"Yanyan, don't worry," Usman quickly explained, "I didn't overwhelm him."

"What?" Yan rubbed his eyes, then looked at his side intently, and asked puzzledly, "Where's your son?"

"Yes, where is the son?" Usman could only pretend.

"Hey, he's there." Yan looked at the little figure at the end of the bed and couldn't help laughing, "Really, why did he go there?"

"Yanyan, let him sleep over there."

"No, what if we accidentally kick him?" Yan tiptoed up, carried his son back to the original place, and asked with a yawn, "Is it dawn soon?"

"Soon." Usman said in dismay.

"Then don't sleep, get ready to go up." Yan lay down, patted his son's back lightly, and closed his eyes.

"..." Usman slid out of the bed without a sound, and the maids filed in, gently helping him wash and change his clothes.

"Yan Yan..." When the morning light first broke through, Usman, who was dressed in the imperial clothes of the Xiliang Emperor, squatted on the edge of the bed regardless of his appearance, picked up the sheet, and asked in a low voice, "You still love me, don't you?"

There was no sound in the bed.

Usman's calf was almost numb, so he had to get up, turn around and go up.

Suddenly, a feather pillow flew out of the bed, hit Usman's back impartially, and then fell to the ground with a puff.

The steward Yalta and the maids stared in surprise when they saw the emperor being beaten.

Usman was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly at everyone, that smile compared to the morning sun climbing up the window, it was really radiant: "He really loves me!"

Yalta stood there blankly, obviously forgot his words, he had been by Junshang's side for so many years, and that set of comprehension skills had already been broken into Junshang's increasingly strange thoughts.

"Why, don't you think so?" Usman suddenly squinted at the crowd, and the hall became a little colder.

"Of course not. Your Majesty and Queen are extremely affectionate. They love each other and love each other, which is an example for the common people." Yalta replied respectfully, and the corner of her eye signaled the maids to do the same.

The court ladies bowed and saluted one after another, expressing their approval.

When Usman wanted to say something, another angry pillow flew out of the bed, and this time it hit Usman directly on the back of the head.

Usman staggered forward before stopping.

"Okay, my king has gone to court, thank you Yanyan for reminding me." Usman walked away with a smile.

Yan just got up from the bed, gritted his teeth and thought, "I'm so mad!"

Early in the morning, the person next to my pillow asked me, "Do you still love me?" What does this mean?

Yan felt that the wedding process was a little slow, and Usman even lost his temper. He didn't think that his ministers had more and more ideas one by one. It is said that Junshang's wedding is the top priority in Xiliang, so it must be done meticulously...

Yan got angry when he heard it, not to mention that the marriage certificate between the two countries has already been signed, the child is already three years old, and all the wedding ceremonies are just a formality, so there is no need for such trouble, and you have to use astrology and fortune-telling to see what God wants, It's endless.

If they hadn't made a quick decision on everything and saved most of the cumbersome etiquette in the "six rites", they would still be preparing for the wedding ten days later, let alone ten days later.

He was worried and worked hard, Usman was not only not grateful, he even dared to complain, if he was not worried that he would wake up his son, he would have just gotten out of bed and asked him carefully, "Is it itchy?"

"Really, early in the morning makes people uncomfortable." Yan tucked the quilt over his son angrily, and then carefully got off the bed.

He didn't need a maid to serve him, and he was used to doing everything by himself during the days when he searched for Usman's whereabouts in Xiliang.

After Yan washed and changed, the maid brought breakfast, and when he was about to wake Yu'er up, he suddenly felt a trace of "murderous intent".

This murderous aura was indescribably strange, Shuangfang lying on the ground snored like thunder, and did not move at all.

In the blink of an eye, the murderous aura struck directly.

"What is this?" Seeing an ugly hemp rope flying towards him, Yan frowned and grabbed it, and pulled hard, pulling the assassin at the other end of the rope over.

There are actually two more people!

Wearing night clothes in broad daylight, it is so eye-catching that it cannot be more eye-catching.

"Uh..." The tall assassin scratched his head.

"I just said it won't work, Yan's kung fu is so good, we are giving away the head..." the short assassin complained.

"Ilya, what the hell are you doing?" Yan squinted at the masked assassin, "You've disguised yourself so well, why don't you know how to change?"

"Oh, I forgot." Ilya got up from the ground in a jiffy, pulled off the mask, and said with a playful smile, "Yan, don't be angry, we are here to snatch a kiss."

"What are you grabbing?" Yan didn't hear clearly for a while.

"Snatch the bride." Feralas also got up from the ground, and said enthusiastically, "Snatch for the king."

"I was going to marry him in the first place," Yan Xi said in amazement, "Does this need to be robbed?"

"It's like this in the custom," Ilya said with a smile, "Isn't the strong one the king in Xiliang? In the past, if you fell in love with a girl, you would call your brothers to come and grab her... Sigh!"

Yan raised his hand and gave him a fast and ruthless "brain collapse", Ilya held his forehead with both hands, tears flew out.

"Yan, why did you hit me?" Ilya was so aggrieved that she hid behind Feralas.

"You're always being polite," Yan blew at his reddened fingertips, "Aren't you tired of robbing civilian girls in broad daylight?"

"Queen, the thing is actually like this," Feralas explained while protecting Ilya, "That's an old custom in Xiliang. In the past, most Xiliang people lived as nomads. Men and women were widows. Win by force. But it’s different now, no matter which tribe’s girl or man you like, you have to come to the door to propose marriage, no one dares to steal it, it’s a crime of beheading.”

"Then what did Elijah say about snatching a marriage?"

"It's a custom! A custom!" Ilya muttered while hiding behind Feralas, "There is an old saying in Xiliang that a daughter-in-law who is robbed by strength is the most stable, so many tribes, including Danyang City, The step of "snatching the bride" is still retained. Of course, it was agreed between the two parties in advance. The woman pretended to be locked up at home, and the man pretended to bring his brother to the door to snatch her. After a fierce "competition", Fang took his wife back home, and then the parents of both parties came forward to mediate and officially got married."

"Queen, to put it bluntly, it's just for fun," Feralas added with a smile, "It's similar to making things difficult for the bridegroom when the people of Dayan pick up the bride, but it's more motivating. Because anyone who 'robs the bride' along the way can join the team." Join in the fun and be happy. Ilya said that you have never felt how lively the "snatching a marriage" in Xiliang is, so I encourage... it is a suggestion, I suggest that you come and have a fun."

Feralas changed his words very quickly, but Yan still saw Ilya reaching out and twisting Feralas' waist. There was obviously something strange between them.

Yan stretched his hand over Feralas' shoulder, and Wuzhishan clasped Ilya's head straight: "What are you doing hiding behind the Prime Minister?"

"Yan, you, what do you want to do?" Elijah trembled.

"Oh, it's nothing." Yan suddenly grinned, "I just want to praise you, Ilya, for a job well done!"

"Ah?" Ilya stood there stunned, allowing Yan to rub his hair, as if brushing Frost's teeth.

"Let us grab Usman." Yan nodded.

"This..." Feralas questioned, "How does Your Majesty want to grab it?"

"Didn't you just say that a man can also be robbed? Then I'll rob him." Yan withdrew his hand, clenched into a fist, "Let him see how sincere I am, no matter whether I go up the mountain of swords or go down into the sea of ​​fire, I will marry... marry him. "

Yan has always felt that whether it is a "queen" or "married to Xiliang" according to the order, those are all outside opinions. In his heart, he always treats Usman as his wife, although sometimes he really wants to kick him down. Bed, but mostly as he likes.

Yan is very aware of being a "husband". Since Usman is very unhappy in the morning, let's play snatching a kiss and coax him to smile.

"But," Feralas said again, "there are so many people guarding your majesty, I'm afraid it's not easy to snatch it. What if there is a commotion and the marriage is accidentally messed up... Queen, can you Don't be angry."

"If you're not angry, how could I be angry?" Yanpi smiled, "If you can't get Usman to marry me, you two will break up."

"What, Yan, how can this be..." Ilya protested, "I was heartbroken for the matter between you and the king, but Feralas saw me too sad, and forced me to get married because he missed me. There is a support, I can't find another such a good lover."

"Then you all try your best to help me rob Usman." Yan smiled and patted Ilya and Feralas on the shoulders, "How exactly is this robbing done, tell me carefully."

"The steps of snatching a marriage are roughly divided into eight steps. Queen, it's like this..." It was related to his life-long happiness, and Feralas had to be serious. Ilya originally had a bitter expression, but listening to Feralas Saying "eight items" happily, he also became active.

After a while.

"Well, let's do it like this!" When the three of them looked at each other with piercing eyes, Dan Yu woke up, very well-behaved, not crying or making trouble, sitting on the bed watching his father rubbing his fists, planning to play tricks on his father.

"I'll feed my son some milk porridge first." Yan said with a smile, and went to the bed to hug his son.

Usman, who was discussing matters in the court hall, sneezed loudly and repeatedly, which shocked all the ministers to say: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body!"

"My king is doing well recently." Usman waved his hand, "The big wedding is coming, and the dragon's body will naturally be healthy."

"Yes." All the ministers echoed with congratulations.

"That's how it is, dismiss the court." Usman hurriedly went back to the bedroom to see his wife.

It's strange to say that they have done everything, and they have a son, but they haven't held a big wedding yet. Although everyone knows that Chunyuyan is his queen, and their son is the prince of Xiliang, they always feel that something is missing.

"This important event in life really needs a sense of ritual." Usman sighed while touching the armrest of the throne carved in pure gold.

"With Your Majesty's words, it will be easy for the ministers to do things." Feralas appeared out of nowhere, still wearing night clothes.

"It's broad daylight, what the hell are you doing?" Usman frowned and looked at Feralas and Ilya who was timid behind him, "Why don't you serve the queen?"

"The queen doesn't need anyone for the time being." Feralas smiled, and took out a bundle of thick ropes from behind. "Your Majesty, we are your 'family' now, please cooperate."

Usman stared at Feralas without saying a word, and then watched Ilya tugging at Feralas' sleeves in a panic: "If you want to play so big, just mean it, you really tied the king Ah...Your Majesty is not a queen, you have a sharp mouth with a bean curd heart, how fast is your Majesty's knife."

Elijah's eyes also glanced at the guards on both sides of the throne.

The guards on both sides of the throne would have drawn their swords to face each other if they hadn't seen that the man in black was the Prime Minister and his wife.

But they were obviously a little surprised. They didn't know what Xiangye was doing, but as long as Xiangye took another step forward, they would really draw their knives and chop him.

"Could it be... snatching a marriage?" Usman stared at the rope in Feralas' hand, "If the king remembers correctly, the royal family doesn't have such a mess of customs."

"That's right, who wouldn't be willing to marry your majesty." Feralas smiled, "but today is different, the queen wants to snatch you into marriage..."

"What?!" Usman stood up from the throne, and the swords in the hands of the guards appeared in shock, "Why didn't you say it earlier, quickly tied up the king and sent it to the queen! Then what kind of gift money is also worthless?" Bring it and get married on the spot."

Feralas chuckled, "Your Majesty, you have a good idea, but that's not the way to snatch a kiss."

"Isn't it okay for the king to be robbed voluntarily?" Usman snorted coldly, and the guards at the side retracted their swords into their sheaths.

"Your Majesty, of course you did it voluntarily. There is no one who really steals the marriage nowadays, but since it is 'snatching the marriage', it should be like that, don't you think so?"

"Do you want me to show 'reluctance'?"

"That's right." Feralas smiled apologetically, "Your Majesty, is this a folk snatching activity? It's nothing more than locking the bride in a big wooden box and letting the groom bring his relatives, friends and brothers to the door to snatch her. After a "sweet and bitter" melee, the bride's family members were all tied to the pillars, "forced" to get the key, and then the bride was "abducted" out of the box to get married."

Feralas's smile became brighter and brighter: "It would be great if you are willing to cooperate with your servants. This is 'grabbing' a kiss, pay attention to the word "robbing", you must know that there is no one to snatch it."

"According to the Prime Minister's intention, this king is the sweet pastry, and we have to wait for the queen to grab it later, so that this marriage will be lively and sincere enough?" Usman folded his hands and put them on his knees, "Who gave you that?" Brave? Thinking of such a way to tease the king? It can't be that coward."

Usman stared coldly at Ilya who had been shrinking behind Feralas.

"Of course it's not teasing. Isn't this a serious discussion?" Feralas defended his wife Ilya very righteously.

"This, this is what the queen means." Ilya just spoke, but no one was seen.

"Is it Yanyan?" Usman stroked the glazed ring on his thumb, smiling, "I can't tell he likes the customs of Xiliang so much, it's so cute."

"Huh? You just said that this is a messy custom." Feralas' ability to disrupt the situation has improved to a higher level.

"That was before Yanyan fell in love with him." Usman was fearless in the face of danger, with a dignified upright attitude. "After he fell in love, it was naturally different."

"..." Ilya narrowed her eyes, obviously not knowing what to say.

"Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty, and you can say that the dead are alive." Feralas praised with a smile.

"Stop rambling, just do what you want. Yan Yan likes to play snatching, so let's be more serious. If you lose his interest..." Usman raised his hand, and the guards drew their knives again, and the blades were sharp and sharp. bright.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will fulfill my mission and let the queen come and go as she pleases. You can just say 'I don't want to' or 'I won't marry if I die'."

"Just don't worry about it," Usman frowned, "It's really hard for me to say something that goes against my will."

"Are they all ready?" Yan asked Jinayali, tightening the knot of the calfskin wristband.

"Yes, queen, the last general went to inquire about it. Your majesty is hidden in the imperial study room, guarded by Ilya and the others." Jinayali looked at Yan's neat Dayan knight attire, and couldn't help saying, "You It's so pretty."

"Aren't you going to grab a bride today? This is just for Dayan to run around in the rivers and lakes," Yan said with a hidden weapon bag tied around his tight waist, "I'll tell you the truth, I've wanted to try this outfit for a long time, but I didn't have the chance .”

"Dayan people are really particular." Jinayali looked at Yan's leggings are made of leather, and the needlework is very delicate.

"You and Shen Fangyu go out in pairs every day, don't you think about marrying Dayan?" Yan asked with a smile.

"Didn't Dayan have a saying that 'marry a chicken follow a chicken, marry a dog follow a dog', although he and I are not married yet, but he is willing to guard you, then he will stay here, guarding you and your lord. "

"It's hard for you to be loyal," Yan said with a smile, "I will give you a generous gift on the day you get married."

"Thank you queen, and thank you for Shen Fangyu." Jinayali smiled, "It's a pity that Shen Fangyu is not here, otherwise he must be very happy."

"It's Feralas who is so powerful that he was able to pull him to guard Usman." Yan squeezed his fists, "Only Shen Fangyu can fight there."

"En." Jinayali nodded, "Fortunately, we still have Shuangfang, which can scare away many guards."

"Speaking of Yaya," Yan looked down at Shuangya who had been lying at his feet like a waste wolf, "Did it spoil its stomach?"

"No way, it's fine this morning," Jinayali said, "However, since the last general sent it to the imperial study to listen to information, it has become listless."

"Could it be that you were frightened by something?" Yan stroked Shuangya's forehead, "That's right, Usman is locked in the box, Yaya must not be able to figure it out. Don't worry, I will definitely rescue your master. "

"Wooooo." Shuangya finally raised his big head and looked at Yan bitterly, as if he was full of grievances but couldn't talk about it.

"Be good." Yan's heart ached, "Go, we're going to rob people right now."

Before approaching the luxurious gate of the imperial study, Yan first heard Usman's ecstatic cry: "This king is not married~!" "No one can take this king away!"

This voice stopped Yan's hasty pace instantly, and he listened for a while, before asking Jinayali, "Isn't he locked up?"

"Uh...According to the custom, you will be 'tied up' and locked in a box." Jinayali didn't understand, "But it sounds like you're outside."

"Tsk," Yan speculated, "Is Usman plotting against me?"

"This... no way, Your Majesty should wish to be snatched away by you."

"I always feel that there is a fraud, we have to be careful."

"Yes, queen."

Yan let Shuangya take the lead, and as soon as Shuangya approached the door of the imperial study, she became agitated, clawed at the door, and seemed to rush in.

"What a loyal wolf king." After touching its head, Yan raised his palm and knocked open the door with a "kuang"!

The bright yellow corn flour fell down with a splash, and a "vast yellow sand" was instantly raised.

Shuangfang was the first to suffer as the advance team, his white hair was covered with cornmeal, and he shook his head vigorously.

"What!" Yan was also startled, he didn't expect that there would be a mystery as soon as he entered the door, Jinayali waved the corn flour, looked up and saw two guards standing on the high ladder, still throwing down, to stop them go ahead.

"Whose idea?" Jinayali asked with fierce eyes, and the two guards were so frightened that they dropped the basket and ran away.

"You don't need to ask." Yan patted the cornflour off his hair, and looked ahead, where square tables and round tables, large and small, were piled up like building blocks, and Yan's gaze followed suit. superior.On the top of the "building block" there is a large golden cage with fine carvings, which is really dazzling.

"Isn't this the golden nest given to Shuangya by the chief of the tribe?" Yan Gao looked up and saw Usman tied up with ropes and thrown into the golden nest. He was very happy to see Yan, but he seemed to think of something. She wailed: "Ah, I don't want to marry you!"

"It's up to you." Yan entered the scene, looking at the messy pile of Table Mountain, which is not as stable as Dan Yu's building blocks, "Usman, you have to marry me today!"

Shuangya looked helplessly at the golden cage, and sobbed even more sadly.

"So they robbed your golden nest," Yan continued to defend Shuangya, "it's too disgraceful."

"If you want to win the beauty back, you have to pass my first test first." Feralas stood behind the square table. On the table were several plates of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and a basket of hot pepper noodles. Ilya smiled. Standing quietly beside Feralas, Shen Fangyu was in charge of watching the cage, he smiled at Yan and Jinayali, that smile was very forced.

"What do you mean?"

"Originally, according to the rules, we have to fight by force, but we are not your opponents, the queen, and we will suffer a lot, so come to Wendou first."

"Written?" Yan crossed his arms and smiled, "Who doesn't know that I am Chunyu Yan in literature and martial arts, and I know everything. You can't beat me, and you still think you are smarter than me?"

"That's right," Jinayali shook the handle of the knife on her waist, "Let us pass as soon as possible."

"How could it be so easy," Ilya said with a playful smile, "Feras, don't talk to them, come up with the question."

"It's easy to say." Feralas grabbed the basket full of hot pepper powder and said, "Queen, I want to ask you if you know why your majesty is locked in a wolf's den instead of a wooden box?"

Frost Toothbrush raised his head and looked at Yan, obviously putting all his hopes of regaining the golden nest on Yan.

"It goes without saying," Yan chuckled, "He's showing off."

"Oh," Feralas held up the basket, "I'm sorry, my lord."

"What?" Yan Manxin thought he got the answer right, so he didn't pay attention to the basket of hot pepper noodles that choked people from a long distance away. Feralas suddenly lifted the basket and poured it, and the hot pepper noodles hit him head-on.

"Be careful, queen!" Jinayali desperately stopped in front of her. She ate the hot pepper noodles all over her face, and tears and snot came down her nose instantly.

"Jinayali!" Yan supported her, and Jinayali fell to the ground.

"Mo, Mo will be useless...cough cough cough!" Jinayali was at a loss for words.

"Help her down to take a bath." Yan gritted his teeth in hatred for losing a general, "Why not?!"

"Your Majesty, he really doesn't want to show off," Feralas said with a smile. "He was afraid that he would be anxious if you didn't see him, so he insisted on replacing the wooden box with a golden wolf den."

"What..." Yan realized that he had misunderstood Usman.

"Okay, next question."

"Wait, how many questions are there?"

"Not many, just five questions."

"What if you answer all five questions wrong?" Yan asked.

"You can't take this person with you today."

"Why don't you reduce it to three questions?" On the top, Usman threatened in a low voice, "Feras, don't throw me in your hands. I won't give you good fruit."

"Usman, shut up. Feralas, five questions are five questions. I didn't think clearly just now. Let's do it again." Yan got stuck with the question.

What he just said is extremely clever, how can he slap his mouth.

"Your Majesty can't shut up, he has to participate in the second question." Feras said with a smile.

"Alright." Yan nodded.

"Queen, can you tell me something about your past, anything."

"What happened in the past?" Yan crossed his arms and thought for a while, then smiled, "There seems to be a trap in this question, but I won't step on it."

"Yes, please tell me."

"When I was young, I used to play tricks on the crown prince with my elder brother. One day I played too much and was punished by my father and slapped my palm." Yan said while peeping at Feralas' expression to see what he wanted to do.

"Okay, I understand," Feras still smiled uncertainly, then raised his head and asked Usman, "Your Majesty, there are five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty on this table. What kind of feeling does he have in his heart?"

"Of course it is..." Yan wanted to interrupt, but Feralas quickly raised his hand and said, "You two can say it together."

"Sweet."

"Sour!" Usman said loudly.

"What?" Yan frowned, "How could this be sour?"

"How can it be sweet to be beaten together?" Usman also frowned and asked dissatisfied.

"Every bit of my relationship with Brother Huang is a beautiful childhood memory. Even if it is bitter, it is also a bit sweet to recall. It is strange that you are so sour. Where is the sourness?"

"This king is sour! Hmph." Usman pressed his forehead against the golden railing, "I thought you would talk about your past with me..."

"My past with you," Yan narrowed his eyes, "Do you mean that you broke your promise to me in Dayan? The taste is so sour."

"Haha, Yan, just now you boasted that five questions were all right, but you got two wrong questions in a row." Ilya didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Usman gave the wrong answer," Yan glared at Ilya, "I'm also to blame?"

"Aren't you one?" Feralas helped Ilya, "Of course, if you make mistakes, you will be punished together."

"Am I a robbery or am I being punished?" Yan's forehead was bursting with veins.

"I would like to accept the bet." Ilya made a face at Yan, and then offered Yan a plate of vinegar to drink.

Shen Fangyu took a plate of honey and sent it to Usman.

"Yanyan, I'm sorry for you." Usman seemed to realize that he was jealous of Yan, but he was eating candy.

"Now that you know, don't answer the next question indiscriminately." Yan Qiusheng was heartbroken, and he drank the vinegar with his head raised.

"Yes……"

"The next question is easy." Feralas said with a smile, "Queen, what ten points do you like?"

"What?" Yan rubbed his sore and swollen ears, "Ten o'clock?"

"Yes, it's ten o'clock."

"Isn't it usually asked which point?"

"The problem is indeed like this at first, but your majesty thinks that he is so handsome, standing upright, no matter what, he has ten advantages, and you can admire him."

The veins on the back of Yan's hand protruded, he looked up at Usman and said, "You really don't want to marry me?"

"No... This king, this is telling the truth." Usman leaned against the cage railing, seemingly aggrieved.

"Queen, don't you miss ten o'clock?"

"How is it possible?" Yan stretched out his hand and said, "First, he has beautiful hair."

"It is." Feralas nodded, "It's shiny silver."

"Secondly, his eyes are beautiful," Yan proudly said, "Green like emeralds, bright like stars."

"Well, queen..." Feralas seemed to want to say something, but Ilya stopped him: "Don't stop him, let him finish."

"Third, Usman's nose is straight," Yan pointed three fingers up, and now he added another little finger. "Fourth, his lips are painted with fat, and he smiles very beautifully. Fifth, his skin is fairer than snow. Sixth, he has broad shoulders and long legs. Seventh, he...he..."

"What is he?" Feralas asked.

"His fingers are pretty!" Yan finally answered, "And the eighth one has pretty toes, the ninth... let me think about it, he has good pectoral muscles, and the tenth——is the abdominal muscles." muscle!"

Yan was quite satisfied with his answer, and applauded himself.

"Finished?" Feralas and Ilya asked together.

"That's right, isn't it ten o'clock? I said it all." Yan looked up at Usman, and found that his forehead was against the cage bars, and he seemed very weak.

"Queen, you lost again." Feralas showed his cards with a smile, "However, I was really surprised by this question. I thought you would say a lot of good things, but I didn't expect that you were just a match - Your Majesty's good skin."

"How can I... Feralas, are you lying to me? You said ten o'clock..."

"But the advantages you mentioned can be summed up as 'Your Majesty is good-looking'?" Feralas sighed, "Queen, I never thought that you are also a superficial person who only looks at the surface... Today is really a shame. Your servant has opened his eyes."

"This, how can the truth be superficial," Yan argued, "Besides, besides being good-looking, Usman also has other advantages, such as he... he is well-educated... knows many languages... Beast taming! Even the wolf king surrendered to him."

Shuangfang let out a very witty howl, extremely mighty.

"What else?" Elijah asked with a smothered smile.

"Isn't there already a lot of advantages?"

"Queen, don't struggle, and accept the punishment obediently." Ilya picked up a plate of fiery red peppers, "Eat it, eat three and you'll be fine."

"I do not want it!"

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to take away your wife today." Ilya smiled happily.

"Yanyan...you hurt this king's heart too much," Usman seemed to be unable to bear it, and sobbed, "You like this king's face, and this king has no objection, this natural beauty is hard to give up, but, but you Why can't you tell me about other advantages of this king?"

"Then you tell yourself, it's not your bad question!" Yan was forced to eat chili, which was uncomfortable at first, and he still wanted to listen to Usman's slander.

"Yanyan, this topic is not bad," Usman stretched out his hand and gestured, "This king is good-looking, this king is extremely smart, and this king's queen is very handsome..."

Hearing this, Yan was taken aback for a moment, for he was actually an advantage that Usman was proud of, so he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Also, my king returned the weapon, big, live, good." Usman paused every word, as if he was very dissatisfied that Yan didn't raise this point.

"What did you say?" Yan Zheng wanted to chew chili resignedly.

"It's good to be good at work," Usman repeated loudly, "There are two advantages of being big and good at work, can't you think of this?"

Shen Fangyu's ears turned red when he heard it, and Ilya covered her mouth and snickered.

Feralas showed an expression of "Well, Your Majesty is indeed very powerful". The guards who helped guard His Majesty from being snatched all looked like they didn't know whether to laugh or to be serious, which made everyone's expression very "ferocious".

"Shut up!" Yan blushed to the base of his neck, grabbed the chili pepper and threw it into the cage, "I think your thick skin and lack of embarrassment are the biggest 'advantages'!"

"Hahaha!" Ilya simply laughed, "Yan, these three questions are all wrong, and there are two more questions, can you answer them?"

"Answer! Why don't you answer, I don't believe I got all the answers wrong!"

"Then the fourth question," Feralas struck while the iron was hot, "Excuse me, Queen, what would you give in exchange for Your Majesty?"

Feralas used this question to ask how much money Yan would give to marry the king.