His Royal Highness, Wants a Divorce!

“Prince, it’s time to face up.”

The horizon was just white with fish belly, and the morning mist had not dissipated. The supervisor who always got up early knew that Meng You was going to Shang Dynasty, so he came to the outside of the yard early and asked Meng You to get up.

As a result, Meng You did not wake up, but did wake up Yan Ke.

Yan Ke pushed Meng You beside him, and said softly, “Meng You, it’s time to get up.”

“Um.” Meng You closed her eyes and nodded.

After waiting for a moment, I opened my eyes, sat up, grabbed Yan Ke and kissed each other, then got up and put people in to serve.

After everything was packed up, Meng You entered the palace in a sedan chair. Outside the palace, the ministers who had arrived early in the morning were surprised when they saw Meng You.

But he still greeted the idle grandpa.

Meng You: “You adults don’t need to be polite. We have entered a dynasty and we are one family.”

The ministers looked at the crown prince and raised a smile, and he could not help but chill at his feet. After greeting him, he moved two steps to the side.

With Meng You as the center, there are no living people within three meters of up and down.

Tang Qi was the last one, yawning long overdue. Although he knew that Meng You would come to the dynasty yesterday, when he saw Meng You outside this hall, he stumbled for a moment.

Tang Qi pushed Meng You with his elbow and said, “You will be euphemistic when speaking. These people all take their money for granted. You want them to pay for their lives. Although they lose their heads, they are only big bowls. Scar, but be gentle. “

“Ye Xue will not be gentle.” Meng You said coldly.

“Think about how you can learn from Yan Ke.”

Meng You thought about it.

What about Yan Ke?

Was it gentle that Yan Ke brought him crying last night and asked him to let him go?

“These old guys may be standing in and lying down.”

“Are you … to Yan Ke? So fierce?”

“Do you cry?”

Tang Qi: “…”

He really couldn’t think of a scene where Yan Ke was crying. Yan Ke wasn’t a good stubble. Meng You made him cry and he could just let it go.

“Why didn’t he kill you?”

“After the grandfather made him cry, that’s how he told the grandfather that he would kill the grandfather, and then–“

Tang Qi snorted: “Don’t talk halfway, then what?”

“Let Grandpa □□.”

Tang Qi: “…”

This is really a desperate answer.

“So, if you let the grandfather take out the tenderness to Yan Ke, these old guys wouldn’t even say they have a family property, they wouldn’t even keep their pants.”

Tang Qi: “Demented!”

Meng You raised his mouth, followed the minister into the hall, and stood in front.

Because with him standing in front, the ministers who couldn’t figure out the meaning were somewhat frightened. Should have been competing to start things, but now no one speaks, the whole hall, silent.

Tang Qi glanced at Meng You in front of him like a door god, sighed, and walked out according to the plan.

“Emperor, there is something to start with.”

“Say.”

Tang Qi

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