Qi Jiaye's appearance did not change his previous cynicism. He drank wine and savored songs in his palace all day long, or pulled Mu Qing to play dice. Although Mu Qing was reluctant, Naihe's identity as a prince consort could only be left to him. In just a few days, he had to lose all the silver he carried on him and could only drink porridge.

This is not...

"Big!" This is Qi Jiaye's high-spirited voice.

"Xiao." This is Mu Qing's sad voice.

"big!!!"

"Xiao." The two voices were completely disproportionate. Mao Ting shook her head, and it seemed that Qi Jiaye was bullying Mu Qing again.

In the garden full of flowers, Qi Jiaye, beside the jade table, stared at the dice on the table and smiled wildly, glanced at Mu Qing with a drooping face: "How could you win me in gambling? I am the best in the world."

"Yes. You are the best in the world, my son-in-law, can't you do serious business every day? The dice is confiscated." Mao Ting asked the maid around her to take away the dice, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, her flowers were beautiful, and her smile compared the flowers all over the garden.

Mu Qing turned his eyes to look at her, and a sourness gradually emerged in his heart. It was the second time that she had such a beautiful smile on his side in such a long time. The first time was when she kissed him when she was drunk. She was clearly smiling at him, but clearly looking at others' shadows through him.

The second time, she smiled at the prince-consort, and the doting smile seemed to be that even if the prince-consort who gave the most precious treasure in the world to him, it seemed that it was not enough.

Two times, her smile was so beautiful, but she never stayed for him.

"You all go down." Mao Ting ordered lightly. The male servants and palace maids she brought and Mu Qing were all gone. Only Qi Jiaye's entourage were still standing there. Mao Ting raised his eyebrows. Qi Jiaye naturally understood what Mao Ting meant, and also told everyone around him to go down. Only him and her were left in the whole garden.

Qi Jiaye gritted his teeth, hugged his chest, and looked unwilling: "Although you are my wife, you can't confiscate my daily entertainment every day, right?" He wants freedom! He wants freedom! He has deeply realized that marriage is the grave of love!!

She corrected him, who was playing with a loose black dress, and looked at him softly. Under the golden sunlight, her eyes seemed to have a bright and tenderness flashed: "If you don't do your job well all day, sooner or later your family will be ruined by you."

"Even if my grandson's family is put into my grandson's grandson, it will be ruined. Woman, do you know how rich I am?" The crystal clear fingertips raised her forehead. He spoke a lot, but he did have his arrogant capital. His father is the richest man in every country, and Qi Jiaye's industries have long been spread all over the country. If his father sneezes, the whole world will tremble. He is his father's only precious son. Those family businesses are not all their own, and I'm afraid he can't spend them until he dies.

Prodigal son! Prodigal son! Prodigal son! Mao Ting can only think of these three words. She waved his hand and poked his chest with white fingers, and felt sorry for her: "Qi Jiaye, you are no longer the prince now. Don't be the prince all day long. You are the prince and I am the prince. I know your family is very rich, but can you be low-key? You always look like my father is Li Gang. Just like you, it's better to be pissed off by you."

Mao Ting had already learned from Qi Jiaye that Qi Jiaye was forced to marry Princess Eisi. The emperor wanted to use marriage to restrain his father's business and send him as a hostage. It is important to know that his father did control the entire economic lifeline of Liliang, which had to worry the emperor. So Qi Jiaye heard his father's fake marriage. Princess Eisi was killed by his father's men on the way to get married. Only then did he escape from Ling Xiao because Ling Xiao also had the property of their family. However, he had to use the pseudonym Ning Weiyu, because Qi Jiaye of Liliang was already dead.

He supported his chin with his hands and thought deeply, as if this was a very profound question: "But, what else can I do besides playing?"

"Didn't you ever think about becoming a capable person? Instead of living a mediocre life every day."

"People who have accomplished? Will you be happy to be someone who has accomplished?"

"Of course, it's better than you now like a stubborn child." Qi Jiaye's eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips as if he had figured out something. If she could be happy with her, then try to become capable.

So, every day afterwards, Qi Jiaye learned arithmetic under Mao Ting's teachings. Rather than studying, it would be better to say that Qi Jiaye was thinking of ways to let Mao Ting give him more time. He gradually became less cynical and became interested in arithmetic. He hated using abacus, but Mao Ting's calligraphy of addition, subtraction and multiplication was very interesting to him. He calculated the accounts that had taken a year to calculate in his several stores, which greatly increased his sense of accomplishment. He even found the loopholes in the store account, and it was furious on the spot. These people actually paid money under his eyelids and changed several shopkeepers immediately. Mao Ting was relieved. Although Qi Jiaye knew how to do business, he could know whether his industry was a loss or a profit. Whether his subordinates had any kickbacks, they would not suffer in the accounts.

As night fell, there were occasionally stars in the sky. The crescent moon seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil, quiet and mysterious. In the magnificent Liluo Palace, Mao Ting was covering the precious silk quilt, leaning against Qi Jiaye's arms, holding a mountain and sea chattering story slowly to Qi Jiaye. The interesting mythological stories were clearly spit out from her thin lips without any touching, and she had already untied her hair. Three thousand black hairs were just put on his chest. The soft hair disturbed him. In fact, he did not listen to the story very seriously, but looked at her with concentration.

Since the bombing was killed, he wanted to hold her like this every day and look at her like this. When he went to find her, he learned that she had died. At that time, he was discouraged and thought he would never have the chance to hug her like this again in this life. When he learned that he was chosen as a prince consort, he still had his daughter just to give him freedom and reassure the old man that he agreed to get married, but his wife was actually her. How dramatic is this?

"Are you listening?" She waved in front of his eyes, her agate-like eyes full of anger. Damn it. He asked her to tell him stories every night, and how to listen to stories. He didn't listen to them while she was in a beauty sleep and told him stories, but he didn't listen.

The mountain and sea rumor in his hand was snatched by him, and threw it under the bed with a whoosh. In her astonished gaze, he pressed her under his body and kissed his longing for the lips.

He pried open her teeth with his tongue, and drove in with a hot and strong kiss so arrogantly, without giving the woman a chance to reflect.

He wrapped her tongue in his mouth with his tongue, circling up and down, left and right, and used his unrestrained rotation to increase pleasure. Mao Ting was stunned and responded awkwardly. It turned out that he was a master of love, so his kissing skills were superb.

I felt a little jealous in my heart, and I punitively withdrew my tongue and bit it between his lips with my teeth.
Chapter completed!