In front of her is an emperor.
Xia Qiu knew very well.
After the man sat in the royal case, he stared deeply at her, and for a moment Xia Qiu seemed to see an extremely deep undercurrent in his gaze.
But soon, these dark surges were like a glimmer of light, and she had no time to see clearly. In the light movement of Zhao Jing's eyes, all emotions had been hidden by him.
"He will give you a token to keep you safe for life, and He will also give you thousands of acres of land, a mansion to keep you safe forever. But staffer Xia, all this comes at a cost. You can see if you want to. willing……"
The tone returned to calmness, Zhao Jing's fingers were stunned on the royal case, the subtle sound was rhythmic, and his tone was suddenly brisk, inexplicably bringing a kind of childish maliciousness.
"Anyway, you are not allowed to marry Gao Youhe for a lifetime, and He will also give you ten servants, each of whom is not inferior to Gao Youhe. You can do whatever you want, or let them be your wife and master, but ... ... He will write this into the imperial edict. "
"Once you marry Gao Youhe, all this promise to you will be immediately nullified, and even if your children are in groups at that time, He will send someone to take you directly into the palace. Qiufei ... is always reserved for you. "
Is Zhao Jing righteous in revenge?
Xia Qiu scratched his lips lightly, should.
"The emperor knows the daughter-in-law. Good girls do n’t eat reed grass. Of course there is nothing wrong with that, but the slave ... even if a good man stays in Kyoto and plays for me in the Song Dynasty!"
Zhao Jing smiled at the moment, and the smile was relieved, but the light in his eyes was deep.
This is the end of the story.
Looking at the young heroic Zhao Jing, he also looked at the small stack of zigzags on the royal case.
Ming Huang's imperial decree unfolded on the case, Zhao Jing glanced at her.
"Grinding ink!"
Xia Qiu said in the past, accompanied Zhao Jing next to his servant, took the ring, and quietly polished the ink.
She rubbed, and the sight of the men around her kept falling on her face.
A pair of big hands suddenly covered her hands, and also stopped her movements,
"I really don't want to." Zhao Jing sighed, his eyes lighted.
At that time, Xiaoxue started to look for her. She was wrapped in a silver cloak, her face was almost invisible, but the man was freehand, leaning on the door of the attic, holding a bowl in his hand. Steaming rice wine.
He asked her why she didn't enter the attic, and she smiled at him. Only this little snow was the perfect match for rice wine.
That day, they warmed their wine, lined Xiaoxue, and drank Sanhu.
With her, Zhao Jing felt that he really lived to himself, and he lived extremely easily.
"You can tell me anything. You arrange for yourself. If you have anything, you can find him. He will pass it to you as soon as possible." Zhao Jingdao.
"Emperor ..." Xia Qiu sighed, not knowing what to say.
Zhao Jing had a long-standing house. It was Wang Ye, and now he is the emperor.
For these high-weight men, Xia Qiu has never moved his mind.
In the world of Xia Qiu, the marriage of a man and a woman is still the right thing to do, let alone in the harsh ancient times?
At the King's Mansion, she fled to Zhao Jingtong for information, implying that she knew that Zhao Jing wanted to argue.
At that time, unlike later, everyone knew that Zhao Jing wanted to compete with the British King. Before Zhao Jingtao kept up the dark, the most feared was to leak the news, so Xia Qiu used this to replace himself from the British King's Palace.
But then, it just happened that she was right in their arms ...