Chapter 509

The emperor looked at the young man under the stage. Before today, he had never thought that his good nephew would be an infatuated seed trapped by love.

It's... A little more interesting.

Murongchen listened to the speech and bowed his head calmly.

"Thank you for your grace. I will let your majesty see my determination."

"Oh? How do you see it?"

The emperor stared at murongchen quietly, and finally just shook his head.

"Just go out."

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The palace walls were thick. I don't know when it began to rain outside the Tai Chi hall. At first, it was still a thin rain. After a long time, it turned into a pouring rain.

A palace man watching the night outside the Tai Chi hall looked at murongchen in amazement. He really didn't know that the prince, who has always been looked up by his majesty, would be punished to kneel by the heavy rain.

Moreover, the weather in the capital is unpredictable, and the temperature difference between day and night is great. At the moment, there is such a downpour. Although murongchen is a young man, if he continues to kneel on this brick, he is afraid that he will have no small damage to his knee.

A curious palace man whispered.

"What did the prince Yongchang do wrong? He was punished to kneel outside the temple for several hours."

"Who knows?"

"The sacred heart is unpredictable. How dare you manage the affairs of the heavenly family?"

"Shouldn't the holy master be dissatisfied with Murong's son now and decide to make other factions as the prince?"

Murongchen's ear power was excellent. He knelt straight, but he could still hear the whispers of those people.

The man didn't frown.

Su Qinghuan once said that he was the kind of person who would definitely abandon beauty for the sake of the country.

But murongchen found that he was indeed a greedy man. He wanted the country, the beauty, and so did he.

This is a man's self-confidence and conceit.

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"Bold! You can guess yourself, too?"

As a popular man around the emperor, father-in-law Hai hurried to murongchen. He scolded the gossiping palace people, and looked at murongchen with a worried face.

"Shizi, do you really want to continue kneeling outside the Tai Chi hall? It's almost two hours, your majesty. He's already gone to bed. I'm afraid if you kneel again, your knee will be very cold. How can you go back to the Yongchang palace?"

After all, Duke Hai has always been optimistic that murongchen will be the Lord of the Xia Dynasty in the future. Once the son of heaven and a courtier, he will not flatter murongchen too much, but there must be some necessary goodwill.

After all, in the future, if his Majesty's dragon body is ill and the funeral belongs to heaven, once murongchen ascends the throne of God, it will become a necessary reliance for the old people in the palace.

Those ignorant little palace people would think that murongchen would fall out of favor with the emperor, but father Hai deeply understood that before the emperor ascended the throne, King Yongchang and the emperor were compatriots and brothers, and their feelings were the best. At that time, Wang Liping of Yongchang fought all over the world.

Once the new emperor ascended the throne, King Yongchang consciously handed over his military power and became an idle Lord in the imperial capital.

Your majesty doesn't forget the old feelings. He only knows that the cruel people cooked by the cunning rabbit and the running dog, and the queen and Princess Yongchang are also sisters. Naturally, he will consider murongchen.

"Don't worry."

Ambergris is burning quietly, and clusters of white smoke emit a faint aroma, which makes people feel drunk.

"Xiaolouzi, when is it?"

, when I mentioned Su Qinghuan, I seemed to have strong affection, but my voice was so calm.

Su Qinghuan found that murongchen's knee was hurt and announced his intention

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It's nothing more than that. If you press the suggestions of the courtiers and marry Su Qinghuan, there will be a lot of trouble.

Murongchen has always hated trouble most.

Marrying Su Qinghuan as the imperial concubine is already a big trouble. If the backyard is empty in this life, only Su Qinghuan will have countless objections.

But murongchen suddenly found that these are not important than losing the person he likes.

How can the person you love be called trouble?

Murongchen had never tasted love before. He also knew that if he wanted to ascend the throne, he could not live alone all his life. Naturally, it would be the best choice if he married several concubines who were conducive to consolidating his throne.

But love is unreasonable and never measured by interests.

……

The sun overhead was still very poisonous, and there was a rustling sound from unknown insects.

Su Qinghuan looked at the young man who was stopped in front of her and her eyes were amazing. She swallowed her throat.

"Shizi, don't joke with me. Just marry me as the imperial concubine. I'm afraid you will face the advice of countless people."

Even from murongchen's parents.

——Princess Yongchang looked at a very gentle and intelligent woman and seemed to like her very much, but Su Qinghuan understood that for people of their origin, it would be good if their son liked it. It's always good to be a concubine.

It would be contrary to ancient filial piety and women's precepts if a merchant's daughter was granted the seat of Zhengfei, and even the merchant's daughter was proud of being spoiled and did not allow murongchen to take concubines all her life.

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"I've always lived according to my heart."

Murongchen proudly obeyed heaven. Emperor Bai said: I heard that XXX, the daughter of prime minister Du of the current Dynasty, was dignified, respectful, sensitive, skillful and generous, gentle and sincere Dao, and outstanding in appearance. The Empress Dowager and I were very happy. Now the emperor's eldest son, XXX, is over the age of weak crown (22). When he is suitable for marriage, he should choose a virtuous woman to match him. Worth XXX (the name of the woman who received the order) to stay in Yu's boudoir, and the eldest son of the emperor XXX can be called heaven and earth. In order to become a beauty, I hereby betroth you (the woman who received the order) to the eldest son of the emperor XXX as the princess. All etiquette should be handled jointly by the Ministry of rites and the Imperial Academy of heaven, and the marriage should be completed at a good time.

The announcement is made at home and abroad.

expression marking the end of an imperial order

Look up.

"Don't you believe I can do it?"

"... it's not disbelief... It's just..."

"Now that I believe it, there is no just."

Murongchen suddenly took Su Qinghuan's hand and put it on his beating heart.

"I murongchen, never promise at will. If you believe me, I will tell my father, Queen and concubine everything when I go back to the house today. I will carry a sedan chair to marry you through the door and let you marry me in the name of the imperial concubine."

"... then... Aren't you afraid of your parents' opposition?"

"As long as I think, nothing can't be done. Little fool, I'm more afraid that you don't like me than this. It's just my wishful thinking, Qinghuan. But when you ask this, I know that you also have me in your heart."

Murongchen slightly hooked his lips, stretched out his hand and flicked Su Qinghuan's forehead.

The man's fingertips seemed to carry an electric current. Su Qinghuan stood stunned in the sun. Suddenly, he felt that he was going to be burned by Mu Rongchen's self-confidence.

The girl couldn't help being astringent.

It was not su Qinghuan's own feeling, but the grievance and helplessness of being abandoned by Duan Feiyang. At the moment, it burst out.