Chapter 1319: The wife wants to be a widow every day (4)

Air-conditioned voices sounded all around.
First, she was surprised at the bold act of the Nanchu princess, that she uncovered her hijab in a majestic manner before the worship, which was ridiculous.
Second, she was amazed by her superb beauty.
The woman standing in the center of Xitang, dressed in red, with her hair hanging behind her back, was with a silver belt, and her head was simply without decoration. The look on his face was cold, but it couldn't conceal such a peerless look.
Fu Yue's gaze swished over.
Then I saw that in the position where the bridegroom officer should have stood--
Now, standing a chicken.
"..."
Seeing Fu Yue took off the hijab, the Sili pinched Lanhua and almost jumped up, "Princess, what are you doing? You can't take off the hijab! Don't miss the auspicious time, hurry up and go to the hall."
The woman raised a pair of phoenix eyes, curling and slender eyelashes like a fan, "You let my palace and a chicken worship?"
She spoke slowly.
The words spoken were plain and threatening.
The explained: "His Royal Highness Yuan Xian is unwell. The act of visiting the hall is really difficult for a strong man. I also ask the Princess to forgive me."
Fu Yue pulled at her red lips, and the words she uttered could be described as shocking to the world, "It's not good to worship in the church? Isn't that even the bridal chamber has to ask others?"
"..."
"..."
The audience was silent.
Someone stepped forward to accompany laughter and explained: "His Royal Highness said carefully, this is of course impossible, but now Crown Prince Yuan Xian is really ill and cannot come."
The woman bends her lips, and the corners of her crimson lips pull out with a sarcastic smile.
She stretched out her hand like lightning, so fast that she could barely see it.
The chicken was choked to death by her.
The kind with a chopped neck.
The people present were a little astonished, staring at each other, not knowing what to say. The guests all bowed their heads, their fear almost surfaced, as if it was themselves who had been chopped off.
This, although this princess Nanchu is amazingly beautiful, but this method is shocking.
Fu Yue retracted her hand lightly, took a handkerchief handed to her by the close maid, and slowly wiped her long and clean fingers.
"Didn't it mean that the prince is weak?"
"That's right, take this chicken and stew it to make up for the prince."
Eunuch: "...The princess really likes to joke."
Everyone: "..."
Fu Yue sneered: "Who is joking, go and stew this chicken now, and then I will take this chicken soup with me to see in person what my husband is like."
The wedding was a mess.
Under Fu Yue's strength, the chicken was really stewed and turned into a bowl of soup.
Fu Yue contained the bowl of chicken soup in a food box, and reached out and pointed to a maid to lead her to the bedroom of Prince Yuan Xian.
The guests in Xitang originally came to the show, but now that Fu Yue is so strong, all of them are afraid that they will be burnt, so they have to find reasons to leave.

Open the door of Prince Yuan Xian's bedroom.
Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked in.
A slender figure leaned slantingly on the collapse. Although the figure was tall, it was a bit thin. He was wearing a simple plain robe with black hair hanging down.
This person's eyebrows are picturesque, and the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows is even more vivid.
Hear the noise from here.
The man looked over.
Faced with a pair of clean black eyes, like a bright breeze, he seemed a little surprised.