Chapter 412
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"Don't worry, I'll have to pay with my life if I strangle you. Let's try it."
When Wen Qian heard this, he took a sip. The fragrant and sweet wine flowed down the soft string and into his mouth.
Ah ~ It had been a long time since he drank, and he looked satisfied.
"Princess Consort, what is this? It's a treasure of heaven and earth, it makes people … "Before Wen Qian could finish, Wei Yang walked up to take a closer look.
"Little sister, isn't this the urine bag you asked Liu Shaoyin to give me when I was seriously injured?"
"Pfft …" Wen Qian spat out the wine in his mouth, "Urine bag! Wei Ziyao! You! "
Wen Qian was about to explode, but the Wei family generals and Ki Chien-chul all looked at him darkly. What a joke, what else could he say?
"Princess Consort, aren't you being a little unkind?"
"What's unkind about it, this is new!" Wei Ziyao showed him, "It's all fine wine inside, there's no trace of my brother's urine, trust me."
After that, she ordered, "Xuanshen, serve him well. If there's no more meat here, serve him quickly."
"Yes!"
Wen Qian wanted to cry, this woman was so ruthless.
"If it was Ki Chien-chul who couldn't move, would you feed him wine like this too?"
"You're not Ki Chien-chul, what special treatment do you want me to give you?"
After glaring at him, Wei Ziyao completely ignored him.
She turned around and returned to the crowd with a smile.
This wedding was the grandest wedding in the Northern Qin Nation in the past few decades.
Although it wasn't as grand as the wedding of the Emperor and Empress, the Ten Li Wedding caused a sensation in the country.
It was rumored that Wei Shuai gave almost the entire Marshal's Residence as a dowry to Princess Yin.
If it wasn't for the fact that the foundation couldn't be moved, even the Marshal's Residence would have been pulled over.
The Ten Li Wedding was filled with rare treasures. The Marshal led the three victorious generals and personally escorted them. When they toured the city, the Ten Li Wedding almost circled half the city.
The Marshal's love for Wang Fei was obvious.
That night, they drank until very, very late into the night. Only when the sky was already turning white did they start to disperse.
Ki Chien-chul, who was waiting at the side, was anxious. He looked at Wei Ziyao like a weasel looking at a hen.
If they didn't disperse, he, the weasel, would rush over and take the little hen away.
Finally … Wei Yang was the last person with a conscience. He started to disperse the crowd, and Feng Muyu agreed. Today was finally the end of the day.
Just as Ki Chien-chul was about to pounce on him, Feng Muyu suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This unforeseen event came too suddenly. Everyone hurriedly ran towards Feng Muyu.
Wei Ziyao walked up to him and grabbed his wrist. "What's going on? Let me take your pulse. "
Feng Muyu was holding his forehead with one hand. He looked like he was in pain.
But when he heard Wei Ziyao say that she wanted to take his pulse, he turned his wrist and dodged.
"There's no need to trouble Wang Fei. This is an old problem. I just didn't expect it to spoil the fun at this time. I'm really sorry."
"Don't say that." Ki Chien-chul reached out to help Feng Muyu up. "Your health is more important. Why don't you rest in the Wang Fu today?"
"No need. It's an old problem. Don't worry about it. I'll go back and recuperate."
Since Feng Muyu insisted on leaving, no one could stop him. At this time, Wei Yang said, "Little sister, don't worry. The three of us brothers are going home. We can escort Young Master Feng back. You two should rest early."
Wei Yang left with Feng Muyu. Wei Ziyao and Ki Chien-chul looked at each other. This matter … was strange!
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