The third daughter married the ghost prince

Chapter 97
Luo Zifei looked at Jiuyue, seeing that other than surprise was still on Jiuyue's face, she immediately said to Qiyue: "Whoever wants to marry me, there are at least two conditions. Marry another wife and take a concubine, treat her kindly for the rest of her life, violate this oath, let Jiuyue go, life and death are no wonder! The second... and the most important one is that Jiuyue must be willing, and the most important thing is not to ask for emotional matters. If she If you don’t want to, no one can force her.”

Qiyue knelt down on one knee, clasping her right palm to her chest: "I, July...will marry Jiuyue as my wife. For the rest of my life, I just want to be by her side." Speaking of which, she raised her head and stared at herself, biting her lips. Jiuyue on her lips said solemnly: "Whether you want to marry me or not, if I have a wife, it must be you! Otherwise, I will never marry for life!"

Gritting her teeth, Jiuyue took a deep breath: "I don't want to marry!" Her small face sank, and it was still the calm Jiuyue, but the shame on her face betrayed the emotions in her heart.

Qiyue didn't get up, stretched out her hand to hold Jiuyue's little hand hanging by her side, ignored Jiuyue's struggle, and dragged Jiuyue down, with a hint of pampering on her handsome smile, she pointed at her abdomen with one finger. Said: "If it wasn't for the pavilion master, I would have died. When my consciousness disappeared, I saw the tears in the corner of your eyes!"

"I picked you up when I was five years old, and my master named you Jiuyue. I said it should be called 'July's September'. You were so small at that time, and you followed my ass all day long, and I... ...then I thought about how to get rid of you all day long, but one day I got rid of you, but I panicked. I searched for a long time, and finally found you in the corner. You were crying like a little tearful person. I swore I would never let you cry again."

"The owner of the pavilion gave me sutures, and said that whether I can survive it depends entirely on myself. I have a high fever for eleven days, and I have nothing in my mind, only the tears in the corners of your eyes. I wake up with all my strength, just want to wipe it for you. Drop it!"

Jiuyue still bowed her head and said nothing, she still had that calm little face, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and after a long time, she said softly, "Why don't you discuss it with me first!"

Hearing the words, Qiyue sighed helplessly: "Did you ever give me a chance? Every time I want to talk about it, you try to change the subject with excuses. I could have continued to wait, but not today!" After finishing speaking, Qiyue said firmly Looking at Jiuyue, there was an undeniable determination and persistence in his eyes.

Luo Zifei looked at July suspiciously. Although she didn't understand the meaning of "not today" in July, she could tell the relationship between July and September. After a moment of meditation, Luo Zifei tentatively Said: "Jiuyue...I will betroth you to July..." Luo Zifei deliberately paused, and delayed the next question for a long time, after confirming that Jiuyue's face did not intend to refuse, her voice changed : "If you agree, help him up!"

Qiyue looked at Jiuyue nervously, the big hand holding Jiuyue was covered with sweat, until Jiuyue's hand moved slightly, Qiyue stood up, hugged Jiuyue into her arms, and tightened it tightly, and then squeezed tightly. Turning around and looking at Erjun, he said: "Tell me some time, the grievances between us should be settled!"

Luo Zifei paused in her heart, her brows were furrowed, and she understood the reason for their conflict. In fact, it was a thorn in her throat that she couldn't swallow or spit out. If the one who attacked Lanyue Pavilion today was Others, I will definitely try my best to express this anger for Lanyue Pavilion, but it is him, and he wants to avenge himself, but is it because of this that Jiuyue and everyone in Lanyue Pavilion will be injured in vain?
Duan Tianyu took a step forward, not looking at Luo Zifei, raised his head and said to Qiyue: "This incident happened because of me, and it was my Yi Jianmen's fault. If you have anything to do, you can come to me directly and make peace with Erjun." I, Yi Jianmen, have nothing to do with the others!"

"My son misunderstood!" Qi Yue said with a smile, and that hearty smile made people have no doubts about his words: "We are killers, and what we do is the business of pinning our heads on our trouser belts. We fight for our skills. Not as good as a human being, death is not a pity! Although I do not have the aura of Yijianmen in Lanyue Pavilion, I still understand the rules in the industry, and my grievances with Erjun have nothing to do with Lanyue Pavilion and Yijianmen!"

After Qiyue finished speaking, she looked down at Jiuyue who was still in her arms, and said: "Jiuyue is my wife now, I don't regret my death, but the debt of hurting my wife must not be settled like this Already!"

Luo Zifei took a deep look at Qiyue, feeling relieved and relieved. Lanyue Pavilion and Yijianmen don't need to confront each other. Jiuyue's injury can't be over with Erjun, this...how could it be just a personal grievance?

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him!" Er Jun suddenly said coldly.

Qiyue smiled softly: "Okay... I won't hurt you if I say this to you!" There was a hint of restraint in the words.

"Then... what are you guys up to?" Twelve Yue couldn't help saying provocatively, and then shrank his neck under the staring eyes around him.

"I want you to lose, join me in Lanyue Pavilion!" Qiyue said with a smile, looking at Erjun provocatively.

"Okay... If you lose, this matter will be cancelled!" Er Jun responded, the resolute facial lines moved, and there was a hint of sympathy in those extremely beautiful eyes that did not match the resoluteness on his face. An imperceptible smile.

Ok!Luo Zifei heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, it was considered a personal grievance. She turned her head and said to Feng'er, "Go boil the water and bathe the prince!"

Feng'er nodded, turned around and dragged Zhan Temen away quickly from the wrong place, Er Jun also turned around to leave, before leaving, he said to Qiyue: "I will find you when I am free!"

"Welcome anytime!" Qiyue replied with a smile.

Jiuyue looked up at Qiyue, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, and she suddenly felt relieved. Although she didn't understand why, but between men, sometimes mutual admiration may come from a sentence, or a kindness saved by a sword. Enemy, as long as it doesn't hurt the other party, it doesn't matter!
Putting Duan Tianyu's wrist on the rim of the barrel, Luo Zifei took Duan Tianyu's pulse and glanced at Duan Tianyu who was comfortably closed in the steaming big wooden barrel. Luo Zifei sighed secretly, The poison in his body is much more serious than what I imagined. The blue heart mugwort can indeed relieve the pain on his body, but it forces the poison into the lower layer of the skin, causing his sweat blood disease to become more serious every time. If things go on like this, There was not enough blood on his body for him to bleed.

(End of this chapter)