Chapter 270

The emperor never thought that nanxuange's ambition and ideal would be so great. When he was going to practice martial arts, he was scolded by himself that it was only the work of a humble and reckless man. Which one of those young men is naked all day and practising martial arts in the sun?

However, at this time, after listening to nanxuange's words, I suddenly thought that Taizu was also the world on horseback. But later, gradually, the royal family began to pay attention to learning from literature. Up to now, there has never been a famous general in the world.

Not to mention that several neighboring countries have always been covetous for the fertile land of nanqin, but to say that there will be a real war in the future, the result is undoubtedly shocking. He can no longer afford to fight with strong forces against the enemy!

Thinking about this, I only felt that the burning under his face was very hot. He, the emperor, was a little too comfortable to sit on. He never found that there was a fire in the Dragon chair under his ass.

"Alas --" he sighed slowly. The emperor seemed to lose his luster for a moment, and his old manner was all obvious. "Xiao Jiu, I can't deal with you!"

Although she was a woman, she was also aroused by nanxuange's words. However, she was in the back palace for many years, and her self-control was still there. Seeing the emperor's face, she felt guilty and hurriedly bent over to comfort him. "The emperor, father and son, who have an overnight feud, his ninth highness is broad-minded and ambitious. Naturally, she will not stick to it." After that, he looks at nanxuange.

Nanxuange could see it naturally. In fact, he didn't want to pay much attention to it, but he didn't want the emperor to make a mistake at this moment, so he just managed to restrain his expression and nodded.

"Seriously?!" The emperor's eyes brightened all of a sudden, the most painful, but the word is guilt.

"Naturally, I only hope that the father and the emperor will agree to the request of his son, postpone the marriage and let him go to the military camp for training!"

Nanxuange spoke with an attitude of no hesitation from the beginning to the end.

The emperor also understood that although he was reluctant to give up his mind, he was suddenly told that he would go to a place where life and death were decided by heaven after he realized his son's kindness.

"You Alas, my son is old. Just go. Just take care of yourself and don't let those who care about you be sad. "

With this, nanxuange's tense mood also relaxed. The first thought was su Kui. She was so weak that she didn't have him around. What should she do?

Thinking about it, he slowly turned his head to look at Su Kui. In an instant, he collided with a pair of eyes that had been staring at him all the time. The clear fundus of the eyes seemed to flow with indescribable emotions, which made his heart tip slightly quiver and unable to say why.

"The emperor, the old minister has an unwelcome request. I hope the emperor will be successful --"

an old voice interrupts. With the voice, I stand up, one old and one young, two people in official uniform. After the emperor nods and agrees, the two people come up together.

"The emperor, the son of dog Han Qing has not been married yet. Today, after seeing a woman, he was shocked and said that feiqing would not marry him. He begged the old minister to ask the emperor for permission to marry him many times."

The emperor squinted at the young man under the grandstand. He was about twenty years old. He had a clear face and a strong volume of books. He was a good-looking man.

It was only after listening to nanxuange's heroic words that he was inexplicably tired of the weak and vulnerable literati.