Once a dead eunuch

In front of the living room.

"Little Lingyu, get out of the way," Jing Bowen blushed, and said, "Let me go in and see what Yu Fengzhuo's daughter looks like! She actually confuses Li Changsheng who likes the new and dislikes the old! Okay, I It's only been a long time, and you just bullied my nephew like this! Don't stop me, let me go and see what that foxy girl looks like!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, listen to your maidservant."

"My lord, you have misunderstood!"

Lingyu couldn't stop Jing Bowen at all, Jing Bowen went crazy like a bull, rampaging.

"Oh!"

The door of the inner hall was knocked open by Jing Bowen.

The new bride, the new queen, was startled, her frail shoulders shrank, and the red hijab on her head shook.

"Well, you foxy girl!"

Jing Bowen saw the queen sitting on the couch at a glance, and immediately showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves, as if stepping forward to fight for his life.

"Your Majesty! No, King Lingchuan is here."

Lingyu couldn't stop Jing Bowen, just in time to see Li Changsheng stepping into the hall, and hurried forward to report.

Li Changsheng drank a lot of wine, and some were over the top.He said that he had just entered the hall, and he seemed to have heard Jing Bowen's shout, and thought he had an auditory hallucination.

Li Changsheng was mostly sober from alcohol, and asked, "Where is the king of Lingchuan?"

"Go in, go in!" Ling Yu said anxiously.

Li Changsheng didn't care too much, and ran into the inner hall in a hurry.

It's a pity that Li Changsheng was half a step late when he arrived.

Li Changsheng didn't take off the bride's beautiful red hijab, but Jing Bowen did.

When Li Changsheng came in, he saw Jing Baiyu sitting on the couch with a confused face, looking up at Jing Bowen who was cursing all the way in.

Jing Bowen pulled off Jing Baiyu's red hijab, pinched it in his hands, opened his eyes wide open, and said in disbelief: "Little nephew, why is it you?"