My lord is a demon again

Chapter 175 Do you want to sleep on the floor?
Xin'er came in with the sterilized medicinal wine, and saw Sikong Luo sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, with a look of decadence on his face, she couldn't help laughing and said, "My lord, why are you so careless, the bed is so big you can't even Can it fall? Quack~~"

"Hey, don't laugh, did you hear that!?" Sikong Luo stared at Xin'er with a disheveled hair like a chicken coop and said.

"What's so fierce? You dare to murder my sister, do you want to live? If you are too fierce, I will let you sleep on the floor at night!"

Xin'er handed the disinfectant wine to Zhaoyun, and said, "Sister, come and wipe it off. By the way, sister, that Xiaochen came over just now and said that he had something to do with the prince, so I sent him away."

"What did you say? You drove Miss Xiaochen away?" Sikong Luo suddenly said angrily: "That's my guest, why did you drive her away? Although you and Aifei have become sisters, but Sisters belong to sisters, you can't just use chicken feathers as arrows in the future, you know?"

Zhao Yun also said: "That's right, sister, you have to inform us first if you have something to do in the future. In fact, Xiaochen came just in time, and I am going to ask her to be my teacher."

"You want to learn the piano?" Sikong Luo couldn't help but cheer up, and said: "If you want to learn, my husband will personally go out and invite Miss Xiaochen back, as long as you have the heart."

"Don't make yourself so good and great. If you want to find her, just say it. You don't need to beat around the bush. But to be honest, I really want to learn the piano, so that people don't know that the wife of the Luo Palace is a A woman who doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting will embarrass you."

Unlike, very unlike, very unlike her character!Sikong Luo's eyes were full of doubts, but no matter what her purpose was, let's give it a try.

"It's a joke, the purpose of learning the piano is to improve one's own realm, not to learn for others. You are the king's concubine, who dares to say a word or a half? But the emperor's brother will get married tomorrow, and this matter will be another day." Let’s talk again, by the way, I still have some books to read, don’t bother me anymore, did you hear me?”

After Sikong Luo finished speaking, he turned around and went to the study.

Xin'er was puzzled and said: "Sister, that Xiaochen is either a monster or a monster, if you invite her home, you won't be afraid that she will use some witchcraft to harm you?"

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "Don't worry, my sister, I just want to see if she is a tiger or a cat!"

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The next day, the emperor married a concubine, and the general's mansion had to hang up lanterns. The two wives' bodies were still alive, but they went on to arrange weddings, which made others look very displeased.

And Zhuge Chunxue didn't care so much, she asked the maids to change her clothes, makeup, and makeup all morning.

Pig-nosed Phoenix said: "Miss, this time you are very good. The emperor has always only selected maids in the palace to be concubines and queens. Miss, you will be the No.1 who enters the palace strongly."

"Hahahaha~~" Zhuge Chunxue laughed loudly and said, "There has been no queen in the palace for many years, so I'm sure of this position!"

"The empress is a thousand years old..." All the maids knew that Zhuge Chunxue liked to show face and be vain, so they all knelt down and kowtowed to the future empress.

"Okay, well said!" Zhuge Chunxue said triumphantly, "If one person attains the Tao, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven. As long as you treat me wholeheartedly, I, Zhuge Chunxue, promise that everyone will live a good life, a good life!"

The two wives in the mansion passed away, and the Seven Soul Nights had not yet passed, but they had to throw a big banquet to marry their daughters.

Zhuge Shenhou was no longer in the mood to talk to the wealthy businessmen in the capital, and Zhuge Xiong took care of everything. He, the old general, hid in the backyard by himself, smoking a cigarette.

(End of this chapter)