This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 332 Another Way
Beigong Tengxiao was stunned for a moment, then realized later: "Is she choosing a concubine?"

Jingyue blinked, a little dazed: "What does your Highness mean?"

Beigong Tengxiao frowned and said, "She likes women?" He stood up abruptly, and slapped his palms on the table, "If I don't see Bengong, if I can't find a man, I'm going to find a woman?"

"Cough cough cough!" Jingyue was shocked suddenly, he swallowed, and said: "Your Highness, don't get excited! This matter still needs to be investigated thoroughly, I believe that the empress will not do such absurd things..."

"Bang!" Beigong Tengxiao slammed his fist on the table, sat back in his chair irritably, and picked up the memorial to review.

Cold sweat broke out on Jingyue's forehead. Recently, Beigong Tengxiao's temper has become more and more irritable. In the past, when Chu Jiaoli was by his side, his emotions would be more controlled. Jiaoli actually went to live in the main concubine's hall. Although she returned to her residence, it was no different from living in Anheju a few days ago.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a "crackling" sound, and a stack of memorials on the table was swept to the ground.

Beigong Tengxiao took a few breaths, with blue veins popping up on his head, he raised his hand and grabbed his heart fiercely, with a painful expression on his face.

Jingyue was terrified, and walked quickly to his side, saying, "Your Highness, did you suffer from heart disease again? Didn't you just take the antidote yesterday..."

Beigong Tengxiao sneered, and said: "Wangyue San, both Beigong Qianqiu and Chu Jiaoxing were hit. It was the antidote given by an expert in the world, and they were restored. My palace and those two people are in the same imperial capital and have a close relationship. You are really stupid when you think Mo Wuyou, is it really just Mochizuki that you feed me?"

Jingyue frowned worriedly, and said, "Your Highness, so... Is it impossible for us to develop the antidote by ourselves?"

Beigong Tengxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "If anything happens to me, you will follow the princess and take good care of her for me."

Jingyue knelt down slumped, her eyes were empty and sad: "Your Highness..."

Beigong Tengxiao lowered his eyes, his dark pupils revealed endless sorrow, because Chu Jiaoli couldn't conceive a child, if he couldn't leave her a dragon heir, it might be difficult to protect her in the future...

The next day, Qinghuang from the Eastern Palace of Dongling Kingdom married Beiming and got married.

The concubine ceremony is grand and prosperous.

Chu Jiaoli was dressed in heavy makeup, and she was dressed in a complicated pink dress, layered on top of each other like petals, and the exquisite butterfly embroidery surrounded the skirt like a graceful and flexible living thing.

Stepping out of the threshold of the Prince's Mansion, there were two carriages displayed in front of her. The one in front was more luxurious and belonged to Beigong Tengxiao. She just glanced at it lightly, and then walked to her own carriage behind her.

Seeing her moving direction, Jingyue stood in front of her, blocked the way, and said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness invites you to sit in the carriage in front."

Chu Jiaoli just stopped calmly, nodded slightly, and then walked towards the carriage ahead.

Opening the curtain and entering the carriage, a strong force restrained her wrist, and her center of gravity was unstable. She had already fallen into a warm embrace, and a familiar smell greeted her.

Chu Jiaoli raised her eyes, and Bei Gong's ruthless eyes fixed on her, her dark pupils were full of joy and anger.

He put his arms around her waist, sat her on his lap, and said: "I have been hiding from me for so many days, and I still have to hide from me in a carriage. We will have a seat together later. You sit next to me How are you going to hide?"

Chu Jiaoli quickly regained her composure, sighed softly, and said, "Your Highness, the carriage is spacious, and my concubines can sit elsewhere."

Beigong Tengxiao frowned in dissatisfaction, and put a little more strength on his arms around her waist, and said in a soft voice: "When you see Bengong for so many days, this is the first thing you want to say? "

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and said, "Then what does His Highness want the concubine to say?"

Beigong Tengxiao hesitated to speak, and finally sighed softly, saying: "Do whatever you want, although you want to anger me with every sentence, but I want to hear your voice."

Chu Jiaoli's heart skipped a beat, looking at his handsome face, there was a hint of helplessness amidst his heroic arrogance.

Beigong Tengxiao looked at her delicate, flowery face. Today, her makeup was extraordinarily gorgeous. The pink eye shadow matched her robe, and a vivid peach blossom was drawn between her eyebrows, just like a peach blossom fairy who has entered the mortal world.

The intricate wisteria is inserted between the delicate buns, and the crystal tassels are hanging down, which is exquisite and luxurious.

He stroked the crystal tassel, and said: "That peach blossom bud is more suitable for your clothes, have you lost it?"

Knowing that Chu Jiaoli had given the Peach Blossom Step to someone else, he specially ordered her to wear pink clothes today, so he wanted to hear her explanation.

Chu Jiaoli smiled faintly, and said, "Your Highness, you will appear in another form in the future."

Beigong Tengxiao was confused and wanted to ask questions, but looking at her long-lost face, he never opened his mouth to spoil the atmosphere.

Long time no see, he missed her.

Looking at the crimson lips with a faint fragrance of makeup, he raised her chin and kissed her delicate lips.

Chu Jiaoli frowned and pushed him away, took out a small bronze mirror from her cuff, and smoothed the rouge on her lips with her fingertips.

"Chu Jiaoli, you have never rejected me." Beigong Tengxiao's voice was clearly displeased.

"Your Highness, today is an important occasion, you and I must take care of our image."

As the words fell, she took out a handkerchief to wipe off the rouge stained on Beigong Tengxiao's lips, and said, "This makeup has been done for a long time, Your Highness, please don't destroy it again."

Beigong Tengxiao's face became more and more gloomy, and said: "Crown Princess, my patience is not very good."

Chu Jiaoli still wiped his lips as if nothing had happened, and said, "If your highness is patient, you won't be your highness."

Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, and said, "Do you like looking in the mirror?"

Chu Jiaoli raised her eyes and looked at him with a hint of puzzlement in her eyes.

With a "click", Beigong Tengxiao's fingertips popped out of the hidden compartment under the table, took out a one-foot-large round mirror from it, put it on the table, and said without looking away from her, "Photo, let you Take enough photos, you have been staring at this mirror since before you got off the carriage, and you are not allowed to take your eyes off."

After the words fell, she broke her chin and made her face the bronze mirror, which reflected her and him.

Beigong Tengxiao leaned against her neck, and took a light breath. The faint scent of daughters mixed with the smell of petals, the tedious thoughts of the past few days were bit by bit pushed away.

He slowly closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Today is beautiful and fragrant."

Seeing that Beigong Tengxiao was emotional and her neckline was fading away, Chu Jiaoli was startled, took his hand, and said, "Your Highness, this is the street."

"This is Bengong's carriage." Beigong Tengxiao's tone did not allow her to resist.

On the noisy street outside the carriage, the bustling voices of people are surging.

Looking at everything in the bronze mirror, Chu Jiaoli's lips trembled, and her cheeks were stained with a shameful blush. She never thought that Beigong Tengxiao would do such a thing in the crowded carriage.

(End of this chapter)