The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 115

However, Qiao Yun only thought about Nanjun, even though Nan'an tried his best, he still couldn't get what he wanted.

It's just that Nan'an's thoughts did not escape Qi Zhanyu's eyes. After Qi Zhanyu used a beauty trick to get words out of the drunken Nan'an, Qi Zhanyu tossed Nan'an hard, and his heart was full of tears. I also hate Qiao Yun.

At this moment, Qiao Yun was covered so that only a pair of innocent eyes were exposed outside, Qi Zhanyu naturally did not recognize him.

It's just that he was hit by someone, and Qi Zhanyu would not spare this person easily, especially that person has such a pair of seductive eyes.

"Why don't you drag him down and beat him?"

Seeing that no one moved, Qi Zhanyu yelled again angrily, pointing at a few servants beside him.

"I didn't pay attention, and I didn't want to bump into the third king. It's really my fault. Please ask the third king Haihan."

Qiao Yun took a step back, and respectfully blessed Qi Zhanyu.

He had no intention of breaking up with Qi Zhanyu, so he thought it would be better to have less than one more thing.

"Mr.? Whose lord are you? And where are you?"

Qi Zhanyu hadn't heard of any servants the emperor had hired recently, and he recognized all the other servants.

"My lord, this is the Eighth Prince."

The little attendant beside Qi Zhanyu whispered in his ear.

"Eight Princes? Qiao Yun?"

Qi Zhanyu raised his eyebrows suspiciously at Qiao Yun, and Qiao Yun responded generously.

"Exactly."

Qi Zhanyu sneaked a glance at Nan Jun who was standing not far away and hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, and then he believed that the veiled person in front of him was the Qiao Yun he hated the most.

"Yo! That's my fault. I didn't recognize the Eighth Prince. It's just...it's not my fault. The Eighth Prince hasn't been in the palace since we got married. It's no wonder that others don't recognize you."

Qi Zhanyu sarcastically pursed his lips, as if he was afraid that the people around him would not know that the Eighth Prince was not favored.

"I've been feeling unwell recently, and I don't want to infect others, that's why I never entered the palace to pay my respects. It's not like the third king who is in good health and comes to the palace every day."

Qiao Yun was not easy to bully at all, his uncle, as the empress, did not have the title of Eight Kings, so the lords and princes in the capital also had to give him three points, Qi Zhanyu's yin and yang weirdness in front of him I was very unhappy and didn't want to talk to him properly.

"You... It's useless for you to ridicule me for being thick. No matter how thick I am, I will still be favored by my wife and master. Unlike some people, who look like weak willows and help the wind, but they are not favored."

Men are most taboo to be said to be physically strong. Does that mean he is vulgar?

Qi Zhanyu felt uncomfortable, and his words stabbed Qiao Yun's heart.

"You... Who do you say is not favored?"

Qiao Yun was also annoyed. What he hated most was that others said that Nan Jun didn't like him. Now Qi Zhanyu's words just hit Qiao Yun's weakness.

Apart from the fact that he is her Yun'er, as the Eighth Prince, he really cannot be favored by her.

Qi Zhanyu saw that Nan Jun, who was on the side, still looked like he had nothing to do with him, and became more courageous.

"Say you!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Haha... a joke, who in the entire capital doesn't know that the Eighth Prince stayed alone in the vacant room on his wedding night?"

Qi Zhanyu moved closer to Qiao Yun's ear, speaking in a moderate voice, just enough to be heard by the people around him.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qiao Yun, and Qiao Yun's helpless hands were tightly clasped together. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak.

After all, this matter is not fake. After being married for many days, he is still a virgin. This can deceive others but not himself.

Immediately, there was a burst of booing around, and everyone discussed the matter one after another, making Qiao Yun's face under the veil turn red and turn white.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Qi Zhanyu pulled Qiao Yun's veil casually, and said regretfully, "No wonder the Eighth Prince has to cover his face when he goes out. If it's this gentleman! He must be ashamed to see others." !Ha ha…"

There was a burst of laughter from around, which was extremely ear-piercing to Qiao Yun's ears, but he still stood there stubbornly, neither taking off the veil on his face, nor calling for help from Nan Jun.

Nan Jun has been waiting, waiting for him to speak, as long as he says a word, she will protect him well.

But that little man's stubbornness at this time seems to be like he has been stubbornly waiting for Nan Jun's glance for more than ten years, and no matter what the reason is, he can't shake him.

It's just that although he didn't speak, Nan Ju couldn't just watch him being bullied in public.

With a wave of the long sleeve, the helpless little man was pulled into his arms by Nan Jun.

"Who said that this king's lord is not favored? The lord is the king's treasure, and this king loves him to the bone. How can it be compared with those men who wait for the favor of their wives every day?"

The person Nan Jun held in his arms was very close to outsiders, and the clothes of the two of them were the same color, which made all the lords and princes jealous.

yes!

Rumors can't be completely believed. If it is true that they are not favored, which wife is willing to wear the same color clothes as her husband?

In the southern country, no woman would like a man to wear the same color clothes as herself unless she had to. In the eyes of women, men are just their appendages, and they are not worthy of having the same things as women.

Qiao Yun just lay in that person's arms blankly, feeling her protection and pampering, and had long forgotten her disguise.

Nan Jun's voice was cold and cold, but Qi Zhanyu's voice was like a firecracker being thrown in Qi Zhanyu's ears, which caught him off guard.

Didn't the rumors say that this Qiao Yun was extremely unfavorable? How could Nan Jun be willing to stand up for him?

Although Qi Zhanyu is domineering, he is not stupid. He also knows some things about the royal family. Nanjun has always suspected that the queen queen killed Du Guijun and has a grudge against the Qiao family. He never thought that Nanjun at this time She was actually willing to protect her son who killed his father and enemy.

But Nanjun's words of waiting for the favor of the wife-lord really hurt Qi Zhanyu's heart. He knew why the third princess married him at the beginning, but he didn't expect that person to restrain himself in front of him. There are more and more young servants here, and he no longer has the energy to argue with Nan'an.

Now that Kong is guarding the name of the Three Kings, speaking of it, how can he be better than Qiao Yun?

Seeing Qi Zhanyu's suddenly lonely eyes, Nan Min had no intention of arguing with him, so he just carried Qiao Yun through the crowd and sat in his seat.

Shuang'er followed the two of them, her big eyes were full of admiration for the Eighth Prince, her son was rendered speechless by the words of the Three Kings, and she didn't want the Eighth Prince to turn the Three Kings into The eggplant beaten by Shuang is still the most powerful of the Eighth Prince.

"Are you okay?"

Nan Jun let go of Qiao Yun, and stuffed the tribute oranges on the table into his hands very naturally.

"Thank you, wife..."

Qiao Yun clenched the orange in his hand and thanked him in a low voice.

Chapter end

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