Chapter 190

Cailing was shocked by the beauty of her young lady again, "young lady, how beautiful!"

Su Yuetong points the tip of her nose, "good, sweet mouth!"

Su Yuetong has done her duty as a sister. At any rate, except Kang, no one in the general's mansion sent Su qinger out. She also went to the eighth Prince's mansion with her.

But when she helped Su Qing'er into the main hall, Su Qing'er almost bit her teeth. "Su Yuetong, you came to see me on purpose, didn't you?"

Su Yuetong walked beside her with a sunny smile, "do you look as beautiful as me? What's good to see! "

"You! It's you who deliberately designed me to lose myself. It's you who made me the laughingstock of everyone Su Qing son clenched the scissors in the hand, a pair of bloodshot eyes glare at Su Yue Tong mercilessly.

Su Yuetong pressed the scissors in her sleeve with a smile, and then her internal force was pinched and deformed, "I deliberately designed you? Su qinger, when you want to kill me, the design is also good! Besides, don't you like Chu Chengye? My sister is not good enough to you? "

Su Qing'er feels a force and numbs her hands. She looks at Su Yuetong in surprise. The smile on her face is like a flower, but her heart is shocked.

She thought that she could make su Yuetong not turn over, but in the end it was herself.

Su Yuetong with her into the layout of the festive hall, the hall full of hustle and bustle, because Su Yuetong step in that moment static.

It was su qinger, the bride, who was supposed to be in the limelight, but her face was hidden under a thin layer of red veil. Su Yuetong's beautiful face made everyone hold their breath. Even Chu Chengye's eyes were firmly attracted by her.

He stares at the woman he once despised, and his heart beats wildly.

She is so beautiful that he can no longer see others in the eye.

Even Su Yanran, the goddess in his heart, can't compare with her. Her face is full of pride and confidence, like a fairy he can never reach.

As the crowd held their breath, the servants at the door said aloud, "the cold king is coming -"

they all knelt down to greet each other, and even Chu Cheng Ye bent slightly to salute.

Chu Yihan has just returned from the lower court. He is wearing a white moon embroidered dragon pattern Royal robe and a golden crown. His face is cold and inhumane, and his whole body is full of the air of a king. Everywhere he goes, people show their awed eyes. Countless women who admire him dare not look directly at him, but they are not willing to meet him. They can't help looking at him.

Chu Yi Han has nothing in his eyes, but when he comes to Su Yue Tong, he stops.

Chu Cheng Ye is behind Su Yue Tong and says to Chu Yi Han, "Uncle Huang, please take a seat."

Chu Yihan gave a faint sound, but her eyes still fell on Su Yuetong. Su Yuetong didn't dare to look up. His scalp was numb and he didn't dare to move. Her legs were numb.

Now she did not dare to make mistakes in front of Chu Yihan, and did not dare to be as unscrupulous as before.

Chu Yihan saw her kneeling in front of her, not as lively as before. Her heart sank and she pursed her lips and said, "what are you kneeling for?"

Su Yuetong looked up, "ah?"

Why don't you kneel?

Manchu officials are kneeling together. She is a little girl. Can she play special?

Chu Yi Han stretched out a hand toward her, the voice sounds not happy or angry, but said, "get up."