After I retired, I became Shadow Guard's little wife

"Momo, just marry me."

When Qiao Mo knelt on the ground and heard the master say this, he doubted his hearing for the first time.

There must be something wrong with his ears.

Otherwise, why can I hear such unreliable words from the always wise and martial master.

Qiao Mo decided that he was temporarily deaf today, and his subordinates couldn't hear, and his subordinates couldn't hear.

"Mo Mo?" Xuan Jing called out again.

"The subordinate is here, please give orders to the master." Qiao Mo replied in a deep voice.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

Qiao Mo paused, and said with difficulty: "This subordinate didn't hear anything."

He didn't want to be driven away by his master for listening to something he shouldn't have heard.

"Oh," Xuan Jing said disapprovingly, and said again: "I just said that you married me."

"Subordinates dare not." Qiao Mo kowtowed to the ground.

Xuan Jing's eyes lit up: "Then I will marry you?"

"The master is noble, but the subordinate is humble..."

Xuan Jing interrupted him: "Then if I'm not honorable, can I marry you?"

It can't be said that way, how can the master marry a shadow guard, this, this, this is so decent.

Qiao Mo didn't respond.

But Xuan Jing thought about it.

Xuan Jing came to Daxuan Dynasty ten years ago. He was originally a good young man in the new century, an enthusiastic citizen who could help the old lady walk around when crossing the road, but was suddenly hit by a car. If the reward is good, I close my eyes and burp.

When I opened my eyes again, I was here.

He became the third prince of the Xuan Dynasty.

In the past ten years, he has been eating and waiting to die, eating, drinking and having fun. Not only the courtiers, but even the second brother, who was always afraid of him fighting for the throne, scolded him behind his back for not being able to live up to his expectations, saying that he could not support the wall.

But Xuan Jing loved it so much, why did he have to fight for that position, because his sons rebelled against him when he was old?

Xuan Jing thought very clearly, as a soul from another world, he just needs to eat, drink, play and have fun, no matter how much, he doesn't force it.

He just wanted to grab the little shadow guard beside him.

In the early morning of the next day, Xuan Jing put on the court clothes that had been pressed at the bottom of the box and hadn't even been dried once, humming a song and went to the palace.

In the hall, it was the same as before, with a few old men arguing, which made him upset.

Xuan Jing quietly glanced at the second emperor brother who had ascended the throne on the dragon chair, his face turned greener and greener, and he suddenly realized that the emperor was also bored.

Then you have to speak quickly, lest the emperor be in a bad mood and call back his proposal.

"Cough cough." Xuan Jing coughed loudly a few times.

The quarrel stopped abruptly, and the emperor glanced at him.

Xuan Jing took advantage of the opportunity to come out and reported loudly: "Your Majesty, my brother please resign."

"What are you saying?" The emperor did not move.

Xuan Jing calmly said: "Resign from the title of prince, from now on the common people will be the husband and the son."

The emperor was quite calm. He frowned and looked at him after listening. He was only thirty years old, and the wrinkles on his brow could kill a bumble bee.

On the other hand, Prime Minister Zuo couldn't hold back his cough, he hesitated to speak to him, pointing at him, his hand almost cramped and his mouth didn't utter a word.

Finally, just when Xuan Jing couldn't help but want to go out again, the person on the dragon chair spoke:

"Precise play."

Satisfied, Xuan Jing saluted the emperor sincerely for the first time.

The emperor, Xu Shi, was also provoked by him, waved his hand and said that he would retreat from the court, and he didn't know if he went back to eat ginseng nourishing pills.

Xuan Jing walked out of the palace gate, touched his purse, and wanted to rent a carriage to return home, now that he is no longer a prince, the prince's carriage is naturally useless, he has to find a carriage and return to the other courtyard before dark .

One touch, deflated.

I touched it again, but I still didn't touch it.

Xuan Jing didn't give up, he pulled the purse from his waist and poured it down, but it still didn't have a single coin.

Is this king already so poor?

No, am I already so poor?

Xuan Jing couldn't believe it. On the first day he resigned, he found that he didn't even have a copper coin on him.

I don't know if it's too late to go back now and ask the emperor to take back his order.

Qiao Moyin watched his master touch his waist in the dark, frowned and touched his waist again, and finally pulled the purse from his waist and fell down. Only then did Qiao Mo realize that the lord, probably, is looking for money?

Qiao Modong knelt down in front of Xuanjing, and offered his money bag with both hands: "Master, please use it."

Xuan Jing looked at the bulging money bag in front of him, then squeezed the shriveled and empty mandarin duck purse in his hand, and finally couldn't hold back the red eyes: "Mo Mo, you can support me."