Chapter 140

Su Kun frowned when he heard this. "His son thought it would be a good thing if Yunchu really had this ability to attract the attention of several princes, but she didn't want to. She could always spread some things."

Su's mother also said, "she, you can stay, but you can't delay. If you delay any more, you'll be a big girl."

Listening to this, Su Kun is even more helpless. Although Su's mother is a woman in a deep house, so is Su, but she manages it. He had to face Su's mother, "now, the situation is not stable. King Jing returned to Beijing and his military power has not been collected. The emperor still attaches importance to governing the king. It is king Han, who has also assigned an important task. Moreover, all the princes are eyeing each other, but the chair can only be sat by one."

But Su Mu's face was bad. "Didn't you say that the emperor's most important thing was to govern the king? Moreover, what about King Jing's outstanding military achievements? Even his blue eyes can't be tolerated in the world. You also said that the emperor only looked at his ability to March and fight, and would never pass his seat to him!"

Su Kun nodded. After listening to Su's mother, he felt more clear and bright in his heart. "His mother was right to remind him, but his son was confused."

Su's mother continued, "now, maybe Yunchu has also attracted the attention of King Zhi. You have to make up your mind as soon as possible."

Su Kun nodded, "this year, the emperor should also be ready to marry several princes who have not yet been the imperial concubine. It has always been a good reputation. For several years, the imperial concubine also likes and attaches great importance to the flower feast of the imperial concubine. I think it is the best person to marry."

Su Mu said, "it must be the best candidate!"

Su's mother and Su Kun have their own plans. Murong yuan, sitting behind the book case in his room, doesn't light a lamp in the yard of King Jing's residence. Murong yuan has a rare look of depression and pain on his face. His eyes have been tightly closed, and even his sideburns are not neat, Where can I see the meticulous solitude in the past.

The hand originally placed on the knee was also clenched with fists, and the green tendons were faint, but his thin lips tightly pursed were to make a half sound.

The door was opened at this time. The person who came in didn't let him look up or open his eyes, but the other party obviously didn't see the worried look of Murong yuan, and only mocked, "Murong yuan, you are capable. How many times have you been reminded? How well you have maintained yourself for so many years. In this month or two, you have done everything you haven't done in the past ten years, haven't you?"

Yan Yishan's voice was gnashing his teeth, but looking at Murong Yuanli, he ignored him. He still put the box in his hand on the table opposite him, "the last pill, take it for the last time, and you can't use it again, otherwise you will be addicted!" between the changes, his tone was already a little worried.

But Murong yuan's closed eyes didn't open, but he didn't reach out to take the box. It was obvious that he wouldn't use it again, let alone let himself be controlled by drugs.

In fact, he has cut off his medicine twice.

Of course, Yan Yishan understood his insistence and would not force him. Neither he nor Murong yuan disdained it.

However, I don't know whether to be angry or angry. I just feel I can't understand Murong yuan. Today, he helped him arrange and spread some rumors. Tonight, he has to take care of his self mutilation. It's really that if he lost a game, he had to be a bull and a horse for him all his life!

However, the little resentment in his heart hasn't come out yet, but Murong yuan over there is irritable. He waved off a table. His originally closed eyes have already opened, but he looks more depressed with his back against the back of the chair. In his tone, he also brings some self mocking tone, "even his body is broken, what else can he do!"

Yan Yishan was stunned by him and didn't know how to speak. There were always such times. Murong yuan had never been so depressed as tonight. It felt like he knew he had lost something.

But he didn't want him to be like this, "Murong yuan, listen to me. Put away your decadent appearance for more than ten years. Now you dare to say what you can't do?"

But Murong yuan ignored him and closed his eyes.