Chapter 310

Although the ministers knew it well, no one dared to talk to the court. He Donglai was right to be cruel, but how could it be so lawless and uncontrollable without his Majesty's connivance?

Now it's just to make an example to Duke Cheng. After all, Yan Qiqi suffered a lot there. Now he Donglai has become an abandoned son and will throw it away when he runs out, and his majesty can pick himself clean.

"My emperor is wise!"

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The prince's house was decorated with lanterns. The east palace had not been so lively for more than ten years. From the moment Yan luoqian was crowned prince, it was difficult for the east palace to have such a festive atmosphere as today except for new year's and festivals.

All the servants and bodyguards in the whole house were rewarded with a smile. From the hall to the front yard, the prince's house set up dozens of tables to kill sheep, slaughter cattle, drink and eat meat. The courtiers congratulated.

On the other side of the hand reading corridor, Yan luoqian, who should have received congratulations, stood alone in the air outlet, listless, staring at the distance in a daze.

"Your Highness, it's windy at night. Go inside..."

The servant who served Yan luoqian carefully tied Yan luoqian's cloak and dutifully told him.

"Mr. Bei Yu has been waiting in the study for a long time as ordered by his majesty. His majesty has ordered that if you can't find another satisfactory one, he will decide for you..."

The Crown Princess of the East Palace has been in the air for a long time. Yan Di, who Yan luoqian likes, has personally sent it to the North kingdom. Now he comes to urge him to choose a satisfactory one. Yan luoqian's heart is agitated for no reason. There is a faint anger in his gentle voice, "don't you know what kind of palace you want?"

Although this is just an angry word, once the oppressed mood finds the outlet to vent, it will rush like rolling water. The more he thinks, the more angry he is, he hates his incompetence, his weakness, and his inability to save seven or seven in water and fire. Many emotions intertwined, which makes him upset and confused. He is depressed and tangled in his heart, and he can't go up and down.

Similarly, he also knew that it was more useless to lose his temper with a servant. He shook his fist, restrained his anger, sighed a long sigh, and walked forward, "let's go and go to the study."

Just after Xu hour, it was dark outside. The attendants were waiting outside. Yan luoqian entered the study alone.

Beiyu is carrying his hands behind his back, quietly enjoying the paintings in the prince's study.

Yan luoqian is also a fan of painting. He likes to draw some flowers, insects, fish and birds to pass the time. His paintings have been hung on the walls of the room, but among these flower paintings, a sketch of a woman spending the summer near the pavilion attracted his attention.

"Mr. Yu."

Beiyu was about to go over and look carefully when he heard someone call him. When he turned back, he saw the prince's footsteps coming towards him in a hurry.

The prince, who had always been calm and self-contained, looked as if he was in a panic. He stretched out his arm and took off the picture that Beiyu was just about to see, rolled it together in two or three times and put it next to the bookcase.

Beiyu smiled, "my fair lady, a gentleman likes to die. The prince is a dragon and Phoenix among people. There are women you will never forget under the sky. I'm really curious."

Unexpectedly, Bei Yu did not avoid the prince at all and directly pointed out the topic.

Beiyu is the master of the painting. When he looks at the painting, he only looks at the strength and outline of the pen. As for the color matching, it is all subsidiary. Although the prince's Royal Highness moved very fast just now, he didn't have time to see the head of the painting clearly, he also has unique opinions on the painting. Even by guessing, Beiyu can guess seven or eight points.

"Mr. Yu is joking. These are just the trinkets for the leisure and polishing time in the palace. They can't get into Mr. Yu's eyes."

Beiyu smiled even more politely. "Your Highness the prince is modest. Although the picture just now is only a glimpse of Hong, you can still see the charm. This should be a picture made by your highness with your heart. It is lifelike and can delay the pain of lovesickness."

Yan luoqian was shocked when he heard the speech!

His painting has not been completed yet. Bei Yu can clearly explain his inner activities at that time. Not to mention, he has an illusion that Bei Yu already knows who he is painting.

"I was lucky to have met Princess Anhe, but at that time she was just a princess and was not canonized as a peace princess. The junior officer was very impressed by her. Although she was young, a pair of eyes could detect everything. She was smart and decent. She was really a rare woman."

Yan luoqian was even more impressed when he saw that Beiyu could guess that it was Yan Qiqi.

Yan luoqian's eyes faintly contained tears and muttered, "Mr. Beiyu also thinks she's very good..."

In just 12 words, he said all the pain and helplessness he asked for.

Beiyu sighed when he heard the speech, "it's a pity that talented people and beautiful women have no fate."

In the study, candles were burning, stars were shining outside the window, and a few wisps of fireworks suddenly exploded in the dark night. They fell down after depicting several beautiful patterns in the air.

Then, more and more fireworks exploded one after another, screams came one after another, and everyone's face was filled with a happy smile.

"Today is a great day for you to be declared a prison. You see, the people of the whole city are celebrating for you."

Unexpectedly, the color of loss in Yan luoqian's eyes became more obvious when he heard this. He smiled bitterly twice, went to the corridor outside the study, looked up at the still bright fireworks in the sky, and the voice was empty. "There is no unity, and the fireworks can't be cut. The fireworks in the whole city are gorgeous, and none of them is celebrating for me."

The more lively, the more empty, Yan luoqian silently recited in his heart, "77, do you see, you're not here, all the beauty doesn't exist..."

"Your Highness, your highness brought some portraits of aristocratic women here today. Your majesty asked you to choose again, or if you have... Someone you like, I can draw them for you."

The word "love" is the most hurtful word in life. The prince is different from everyone. He is too young to know that the most taboo thing in the imperial family is love. From the moment he vowed to marry Yan Qiqi, it has been the beginning of the tragedy.