Now the net is finally closing, and he can be free...but what is Yue Zu going to do now!

Fang Qingquan's anger kept boiling over.

It would be fine if he embarrassed himself secretly, but what's the point of embarrassing himself in front of so many people?

No! Absolutely not!

"Come up quickly."

Seeing Fang Qingquan hesitate to move, Yue Zu's words revealed a sense of oppression.

Before Fang Qingquan could come to his senses, his legs had already walked up to the platform and stood beside Yue Zu.

"Who is this person?"

When the people in the audience saw Fang Qingquan suddenly appear next to Yue Zu, they couldn't help but become curious about Fang Qingquan's identity.

"It seems like he's very close to the goddess...er, no, His Majesty."

"I know, is she your Majesty's concubine?"

"She's quite pretty, but a little old. It would be better if my dog ​​girl could be your Majesty's concubine!"

"Get lost! Your son is as black as a coal ball. How can he be worthy of His Majesty?"

…

Many people in the crowd began to argue about who would become Yue Zu's concubine.

“Ahem!”

Grandfather Yue coughed lightly a few times and said, "Everyone be quiet. I have something to announce."

Everyone below the stage fell silent and looked towards Yue Zu and Fang Qingquan on the platform.

A bad thought suddenly flashed through Fang Qingquan's mind for no reason. Before he could run off the stage, he suddenly felt his hand tighten.

Someone grabbed his hand!

Fang Qingquan looked up along the hand, and his gaze finally fell on Yue Zu's smiling face.

He saw Yue Zu's lips move, and a sonorous and powerful voice sounded in his ears:

"I have decided to make Fang Lang my queen and have him accompany me in governing the country!"

For...after?

It was as if there was a bomb in Fang Qingquan's head, and it exploded with a bang!

He was fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. He stood there stupidly on the stage, losing all the strength to resist.

"Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the Queen!"

The people in the audience began a new round of kneeling.

In the crowd, a few people squatting were not conspicuous.

They looked at Fang Qingquan on the stage again and again, and then started talking in a low voice.

"Why does that man look so familiar? He looks like our battalion commander."

"Nonsense! How could Captain Fang, such a formidable man, possibly become a concubine of a charlatan?"

"But they really do look alike... Didn't they say our battalion commander sneaked up the mountain ahead of time? And this man's last name is also Fang."

"Stop arguing!"

A slightly mellow mezzo-soprano voice interrupted their mumbling.

The tall Hua Jianhua squatted among them and said in a serious tone:

"I've worked with Captain Fang for so many years. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash! I'll bet you my monthly allowance that this pretty boy can't possibly be Captain Fang!"