Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 167 Dark Head Glory (55)

  The next day, the news that the prince regent was going to marry the princess spread all over the capital, and there was a tendency to spread to the whole country and even other countries.

   Countless unmarried women cried and fainted in the boudoir.

   An insider revealed that the princess regent is as beautiful as a fairy, even more beautiful than the first beauty in the capital.

   After hearing this, everyone became even more curious about the princess regent who suddenly appeared.

   Being held down by Rong Fenglin, he fell asleep until three poles in the sun, with disheveled hair and crouching on the steps of the door of the room, listening to An Er tell about the rumors about the regent's wife outside Jiang Yu: "...???"

  Jiang Yu blinked, squinted his eyes and kept talking with an excited look.

   Marry a wife?

who?

  “…”

   An Er hated that iron was not steel and looked at Jiang Yu, wishing to beat Jiang Yu.

   But thinking about the degree of his master's wife and slave, Ameri still gave up this dangerous idea.

   "Master is going to marry you."

   "Crack Kacha-"

   "Aren't you happy?"

   "Crack Kacha-"

   "Can you stop eating?"

   "Crack Kacha-"

  The corners of An'er's eyes twitched, this girl is almost helpless.

   He was about to say something else when Anji suddenly noticed a murderous gaze stabbing straight at him.

   An Er turned his head and met the eyes of his master that seemed to be looking at a dead man.

  An Er: "..." slipped away.

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   Finally escaped to the tree and saw where An Yi and An Si were playing rock-paper-scissors.

   Dark II: "..."

   That's how the collective IQ of the palace's dark guards was pulled down, right?

   "Your Highness is going to marry a wife."

   Anji stopped the movement in his hand, and his dark eyes looked at Aner for a moment.

   "To marry a wife?"

"Um."

   An Yi: "Your Highness has a daughter-in-law."

   Dark Four: "Your Highness has a daughter-in-law."

  An turned his head and looked at An Si, "Do you want to marry a wife?"

   Dark Four: "I don't want to."

   Anichi: "I don't want to either."

   Dark Four: "Together with Dark One."

   An Yi: "Together with An Si."

  An Er: "..." Is co-authoring Lao Tzu redundant? !

  Come here! Fork these two fools out and throw them on the mass grave! -

  Rong Fenglin walked over to Jiang Yu and squatted down.

   reached out and touched Jiang Yu's hair, and said with a headache, "Why don't you brush your hair?"

  Which girl ran out with a disheveled hair?

   And talking head to head with a man!

  Jiang Yu spat out a melon seed husk, without raising his head, "I don't want to." Last night, I was almost out of breath, and I was sleepy.

   Thinking of something, Jiang Yu raised his eyes, "Are you going to marry a wife?"

  Rong Fenglin raised his eyebrows, the news was quite well-informed.

   But thinking that Anji was next to her just now, it is estimated that Anji said it.

   "Well, marry you."

   Jiang Yu finished eating the last bit of melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands, and stood up, "Just today."

   She had seen the scenes of ancient people marrying their daughters-in-law as children, and she was very annoying.

   Also invite so many people to drink and eat.

   Lao Tzu's money, ahhh, did Lao Tzu's big white money fall from the sky?

  No, absolutely no.

  Rong Fenglin obviously didn't slow down what Jiang Yu meant, and looked at Jiang Yu with a dull expression.

   Jiang Yu stretched his hand behind his waist, touched and touched, and found a red square handkerchief.

   spread out his handkerchief, shook it, and put it on his head.

  Rong Fenglin: "???"

   "Okay, let's get started."

  Rong Fenglin's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

   "Yu Bao, getting married is not..."

   "Marry or not?" Jiang Yu threatened fiercely.

   "...marry."

  Rong Fenglin gritted his teeth, but was pressed by Jiang Yu to complete the prayer he had been thinking about for a long time.

   I comforted myself in my heart, it’s okay, anyway, there will be formal worship in a few days, so this is considered practice.

   Immediately afterwards, I heard Jiang Yu solemnly say, "Just this one time, it costs money."

   Then he tore off the red hijab, went straight into the room, and closed the door with a snap.

   (end of this chapter)