The concubine is in trouble: please take care, my lord

The servants were all sent back home, Du Qiyou, Song Dai and Guoer walked side by side to Moju, and decided to have a big meal.

"I said, you can't stop me, how can you cause trouble wherever you go?" Du Qiyou said dissatisfied.

Song Dai hadn't spoken yet, so she pursed her lips and smiled, "How much like you, the whole thing is a disaster, and they just make a couple."

Du Qiyou stared and said, "Shut up, I'm talking to your sister-in-law."

Guo snorted unhappily, walked quickly a few steps angrily, and left the two of them behind.

Along the way, Song Dai didn't say a word, Du Qiyou coughed lightly, and asked, "I heard that you've been buying a dowry with great fanfare recently."

Song Dai said with a gloomy face: "Yes, who made me an orphan, without the help of my parents, I can't do anything by myself."

What she said was neither salty nor bland, but in Du Qiyou's ears, it was quite unpleasant.

"You don't need to prepare these." Du Qiyou lowered his eyelids and said softly.

Song Dai didn't understand the meaning of his words, "What did you say?"

"I said, you don't need to prepare any dowry. Originally, I didn't marry you for the sake of your Song family's money. Just keep your money for yourself. I don't care about it." Du Qiyou said in a "high manner".

Song Dai wanted to laugh when she heard that, "My lord, I think you have misunderstood. I didn't want to share the property of the Song family with you. I prepared it carefully because I heard that the dowry is the private property of the woman who married into her husband's family. , has nothing to do with you, my lord."

Du Qiyou: "..."

He pursed his lips tightly and squeezed his fingers together. Facts proved that he and Song Dai really couldn't have a good chat!

This woman who doesn't know what is good or bad is always in the rhythm of chatting to death every minute!

pissed him off!

Du Qiyou turned his face away without saying a word, walked quickly a few steps and said to Guoer: "Gueru, let's perform lightness kung fu and go first."

Song Dai: "..."

She just told the truth, so she is angry?

Humph, cheapskate!

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Moju

Du Qiyou, Song Dai, Guo Er and Zhao Yi sat in the Tianzi room, sitting around the table, eating hot pot.

Song Dai, whose taste buds were satisfied, relaxed her mood and completely forgot about the unhappiness just now.

"Xiao Er, bring two jugs of wine!" Song Dai yelled boldly after eating happily.

Du Qiyou blocked the way: "No, no drinking is allowed today."

"Why?" Song Dai dissatisfied: "I'm not married yet, I don't even have the freedom to drink?"

Du Qiyou stared, "How long has it been since the last time, you have forgotten, right? With your little drinking capacity, a little bit of wine will reveal your nature. Facts have proved that your wine quality is not flattering , stop drinking!"

Zhao Yi looked up at the young couple, pursed his lips and smiled.

As a result, he also covered his mouth and laughed secretly. The older brother and sister-in-law looked more and more like the replica of their father and mother.

"Godfather, don't you feel that today's scene seems familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere?" Guo asked quite seriously.

Zhao Yi cooperated from the side, "Isn't it? The more I look at it, the more I look like your parents when they were young, even the tone of speech is the same."

Du Qiyou blushed, but Song Dai didn't feel any pain. Taking advantage of Du Qiyou's inattention, she ran downstairs and came up with a jug of wine.

This drunk!

Du Qiyou cursed secretly, making a gesture to take away the jug from Song Dai's hand, but Song Dai dodged and bared her teeth proudly at him.

Zhao Yi persuaded with a smile, "Just let her have a drink, a small drink will make you happy, but a big drink will hurt you."

"That's right." Song Dai echoed repeatedly: "Brother Yu, don't be so disappointing, I'll just drink a little."

Seeing her obedient childish appearance, Du Qiyou was laughed at by her, so he had to risk his life to accompany the gentleman and have a drink.

Song Dai is a person who enjoys drinking and spicy food. After a few glasses of wine, her stomach heats up, and she feels much better.

"My lord, where will our wedding be held? Is it still at the Fu family? I haven't seen your palace until now."

Song Dai scooped up some pieces of meat with a colander, and asked while eating with relish.

Du Qiyou said lightly: "There may be a simple ceremony at Fu's family, but the specific wedding ceremony has to be held in Shengjing."

"Oh, then can I stay in Jinling after I get married?" Song Dai asked again.

Du Qiyou glanced at her, "What do you think? Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, of course you will follow me back to Shengjing."

Song Dai looked at him, "Then what about my family's business, who will take care of it?"

Du Qiyou's face was calm, "Find an assistant to stay here to help you take care of it. If it doesn't work, take it to Shengjing to deal with it."

Song Dai frowned, "Can I do this?"

The communication tools in ancient times were not as developed as modern ones. It would take ten days to rush from Yunnan to Jinling. If there is an important matter, you can’t just rely on flying pigeons to send letters. It will be really far away and not close. thirsty.

So he said from the side: "Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry, we have special messengers in Meteor Pavilion, and the news is delivered very quickly."

"Really?" Song Dai asked suspiciously and curiously: "Meteor Pavilion, what kind of stuff is that, is it similar to a post station?"

Du Qiyou bowed his head and ate the food without speaking. Zhao Yi and Guoer looked at each other, smiled tacitly, and did not speak.

Song Dai observed the expressions of the three of them, and felt more and more strange. This Du Qiyou became more and more mysterious. He was both the prince of the dynasty and a child of the Fu family. Mo Ju belonged to him, and now there was another meteor Ge, with so many identities, can he bear it?

It was agreed to have a drink to enjoy the mood, but after the meal, Song Dai was still drunk and fainted, and kept drinking like crazy.

"Du Qiyou, who are you?" Under the hazy moonlight, Song Dai asked drunkenly as she leaned against the window.

Du Qiyou raised his eyes lazily, and looked at her with a smile, "Who do you say I am?"

"You are His Royal Highness King Jing, you are the first disciple of the Fu family, the boss behind Moju, or the young master of the Meteor Pavilion..." Song Dai shook her head, "It's messed up, how can there be so many of you alone? What about identity?"

"Why not?" Du Qiyou smiled lightly.

Song Dai looked at him with her head tilted, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you tired?"

Du Qiyou's calm heart was shocked by her soft words, and his eyes shrank involuntarily, "What did you say?"

Song Dai smiled lazily: "I must be very tired. Every time I go to Fu's house to look for you, I always see you dealing with official business. There are so many piles of papers on the table."

She said while gesticulating, "It's useless to ask, how can you not be tired? Life is only a few decades, and it is good to be able to live to be five or sixty years old. A strong body can only live to At seven or eighty years old, why do you have to make yourself so tired, how nice it is to be a rich prince and enjoy life."

Du Qiyou looked at Song Dai's red face under the moonlight, his heart trembled slightly with her words, swaying and swaying.

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