MTL - Poison Genius Consort-Chapter 3 Don't go, sister is not good

There was silence in the first place, and there was a burst of laughter.

This is estimated to be a record in the history of Tianningguo, actually let the bride come again tomorrow, there is no one before the ancients!

The spectators around were laughing and laughing, and even many people in the pro-team couldn't help but laugh out. Anyone who encountered this was the first time.

In the sedan chair, the calm and relaxed Han Han finally slowly picked up the eyes, Qin Wangfu, deceiving too much!

Wang Xipo came back sullenly and sighed. "Oh, it’s too embarrassing. I haven’t seen this for so many years! Go back and go back!"

However, when the bearer lifted the sedan again, Han Yu screamed, "Wait!"

Uh……

Who speaks?

The people stopped and looked around and couldn't find anyone to talk to.

"Wang Wangpo, I am bothered to ask you, how long will it be tomorrow?" Han Yu once again spoke, but the tone was calm but there was a majesty that could not be violated. The voice was not loud, but it made everyone heard clearly.

For a time, everyone looked at the sedan chair incredibly. Is this Han Han talking? In this case, shouldn't she sneak a cry? Actually dare to speak, but also said so loud?

"Wang Po, you are still squatting? Do you want this lady to hold you accountable for the wrong way?" Han Hao suddenly screamed.

Wang Po was not expected, and she was shocked! It is too confession to take the wrong road. Qin Wangfu will not pursue her. However, Han Jiazhen has to pursue it, and she has to eat it. At that time, she will not protect her.

How did this Korean **** suddenly become worse?

Wang’s mother-in-law can’t take care of that much, and she should respond in a hurry. “Yes! Missy wait a little longer.”

"Hey!" At this moment, knocking on the door was not gentle.

It’s still the side door of the old door slave. “Why, let’s not understand tomorrow?”

"The bride asked me what time tomorrow! I am too annoyed to report it." Wang Po was eagerly asked.

The old door slave is different. This bride is a bit interesting. "Let's wait."

In the back garden pavilion of the palace, Yi Taizheng and a few of the commandments of the lady, the mahjong, did not rest assured that the child was jealous.

After the emperor's pro-government, the emperor left a few deadly deaths, and the guardian mausoleum of the guardian mausoleum. This is too much for the mother to rely on the child, no one dares to move, even the Queen Mother gives her three points of courtesy, three years ago The palace was so boring that I moved to the palace and my son.

The maid came over and bowed her head in her ear. "The master, the bride asked me what time is coming tomorrow?"

Yi Taihao’s hand is getting stiff, and he turned his head and said, “Who did you ask?”

"New... bride." The maid still replied with a low voice.

"It’s not too small!" It’s too boring, but he’s not busy with playing cards, and he casually said, “It’s still time.”

Asked what the time is, and tomorrow, I have to let her be late.

"It’s already time." Wang Xipo brought the words to the sedan chair.

Who knows that Han Han gave three words to the cold, "in situ."

Many people around him realized that Miss Han’s something was wrong. Wang Xipo still had no brains and shouted. “What?”

"The bride can't do this. Can't we block the door of others? It's not a joke, it's not a success, there is no such thing! How can we get married at the door of the family?"

"You said that you can't go back. Why, do you want to curse that I was taken back to my mother's house?" Han Yu asked coldly.

Isn't this what Wang Xipo just said? Wang Xipo’s words were stuffed.

"If you can't wait, you can go. If you can't get the money, you can't find me." Han Hao kindly reminded.

Everyone looked at each other and became more and more aware that the bride was very powerful. No one dared to go. They could only sit down and wait with the bride.

When Wang Xipo saw it, she couldn’t stand it alone. She could only sit down on the side of the car. She couldn’t help but want to pick up the curtain and look like a bride. Is it really ugly like a legend, timid and inferior? Wouldn't it be a substitution?

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xi’s hand extended his hand...

(End of this chapter)