Poison Doctor Demon Consort

Chapter 136, beautiful scenery on a good day! After letting go of Linghu Shuiyue, Zhu Shuai warned coldly: "Yue'er, tonight the moon will be full and the moon will be beautiful. Why don't we make a good relationship here?" This sentence is extremely warm, but the language is threatening.

"This, this, this... my lord, this young marshal is also the daughter of the general's mansion!" After Linghu Shuiyue finished speaking, she tightly covered her mouth that was so painful from the kiss. This man actually dared to put her here...

After getting along for nearly a month, Linghu Shuiyue knew that this man could count his words. If he really tried to fool her here, she would... jump into the lake.

Zhu Shuai looked at Linghu Shuiyue's frightened face and long eyelashes, and finally his face softened and his tone became tender. He stretched out his hand to embrace her and said, "After I go back, I will ask my father for an imperial decree to make you my king's concubine."

"Can I object?" Linghu Shuiyue asked unwillingly. What is this ancient? The imperial power decides everything, and there is no freedom even for life-long events? The man's expression told her that he thought marrying her as his concubine was a great favor!

The point is, this man has an attitude of being superior and not requiring her consent. This attitude made her very unhappy! what the hell! Marriage is love! It is the love and alliance between the two parties, what should he be? Everything is up to him?

"What do you think?" Zhu Shuai's voice trailed off like a monster. He allows women to be coquettish or reserved, and it is okay to refuse and welcome, but if it is too much, it will be hypocritical.

"I don't want to marry yet!" Linghu Shuiyue murmured, wanting to object loudly. But for some reason, she couldn't speak. Because she knew that this man might not listen to what she said, and would only think that she was being hypocritical.

"If you don't want to marry, then I will marry you when you want to marry." Zhu Shuai's tone softened, seeming to be reasonable. However, in his heart, he really thought that as long as he wanted, he could just seek the imperial decree.

"Okay! You said it!" Waiting for her to marry? She doesn't want to marry. Traveling to this time and space is already inexplicable, how can I marry a prince inexplicably again? Although this man has been kind to her several times and treated her extremely well, he is a man of this time and space, and has the superciliousness of a man of this time and space.

When choosing a husband, Linghu Shuiyue has her own ideas, so she must choose the one she is satisfied with. For such a long life, she has no interest in reforming a person. As the saying goes, the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

Zhu Shuai let the injured Bailong ride back on his mount, while he and Young Marshal Linghu sat on the back of the Nine-tailed Phoenix and drove the Phoenix bird together.

Taking advantage of the bright moon in the sky and the beautiful scenery on a good day, Zhu Shuai hugged Linghu Shuiyue's small waist, and couldn't help but fantasize, his lips lightly brushed her ears, and his voice softly lingered into her ear sockets: "Yue'er, you really don't want to marry me sooner?"

It's not sooner or later, it's not at all! Hearing his question, it seemed that she had already agreed to marry him, and it was only a matter of time before she married.

But she never thought about marrying him. An ancient prince is not as good as an ordinary person in modern times. She doesn't want to ask for trouble.

"Jiuye, I don't like you!" Suddenly, she was not afraid of death, and said her thoughts directly, without wanting to drag her feet.

After Zhu Youhong heard this, his whole body froze, his arms around her tightened, and then he remained silent. This girl doesn't seem to be hypocritical, but really, really doesn't like him?

"Who do you like?" Zhu Youhong asked sensitively. Suddenly, he remembered a person, and that person was Duanmu Canglan, the prince of Yue Kingdom. Could it be that this girl really doesn't like him, but Duanmu Canglan? This thought made Zhu Shuaijun's face turn black.

Linghu Shuiyue thought about it, if she really married Jiuye and became the Ninth Princess, it would be easy for her to be rich and prosperous in the future, but if she wanted this person and her to be a couple for the rest of their lives, drowning for three thousand, it would be absolutely impossible to take only one scoop.