My Beloved, It Doesn't Matter What You Say

She comes from a famous family, is quiet and virtuous, and has poetry and books in her belly. In the capital, she is the most promising and anticipated noble daughter. As long as she rises to the top, she will have countless ministers under her skirt. He was a noble man, well-dressed and well-fed, but he had no knowledge or skills. In the capital, he was the weakest prince who was least favored and had the least future. A decree grants marriage, and the undercurrent is surging. She wants to marry him? Damn it! Isn't this a good vegetable about to be overrun by pigs? Damn, shouldn't a prince who is "precarious" should keep his tail between his legs? Do you usually burn incense when you have nothing to do? How could he still openly fight cocks and lackeys, bullying men and dominating women? Some people play horses and watch peach blossoms, drink wine and have sex? At the beginning, she stepped on the wall and pushed him to the ground. She even gave him a slap in the face. Their mouths collided with each other. He immediately turned over and got up, furious. "How dare you dare to eat an ambitious leopard? How dare you blaspheme the body of His Highness? You will be punished!" She rolled her eyes and said, "Damn, what are you doing with such a loud voice?" Looking for death! But the attitude on his face was very sincere, "Don't blame me! Don't blame me! It was an unintentional mistake." Then, she stood up and walked away gracefully. In the second exchange of blows, he declared domineeringly and forcefully, "You are my woman, please stay calm from now on." She sneered, and he was furious and vowed to tame this unruly little wild cat. When they met again, he opened his thin lips lightly and smiled, "My dear concubine, you have kissed me before. You must be responsible for me in the future." Goosebumps immediately appeared all over her body, and she hurriedly applied oil on the soles of her feet, preparing to run away; he smiled mysteriously, thinking that he could just run away by pretending to be stupid? ... Finally, she roared angrily: "Ah, you scoundrel! I'm going to destroy you!" He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of a scheming smile on his lips, and fell to the bed, "Come on, you don't need to do anything, I'm already lying down."