Chapter 216： Your Majesty, please respect yourself (21)

Mrs. Wen continued: "But, after all, Yuer, are you married for the second time, or are you marrying two brothers...Is it difficult to stop people from talking?"

She changed her mind, "But I believe that Your Majesty will take care of this matter, right?"

Fu Yue smiled and nodded, and said softly: "I believe him naturally."

The study room on the other side.

Both Yan Qi and Prime Minister Wen stood at the table.

The young man in a snow suit, the soft corners of his clothes brushed over the table, his exquisite eyebrows were indifferent like snow, he lowered his eyes slightly, and opened his lips, "Does Wen Xiang have something to say to me?"

Prime Minister Wen arched his hand and saluted the young emperor in front of him.

"Your Majesty, please forgive the old officials for being rude."

"Question about the words of Chaoyue, the words that the national teacher said on the front, is your majesty your idea?"

Yan Qi nodded slowly.

"Yes."

As if thinking of Prime Minister Wen's worry, the young and beautiful emperor slowly bends his eyebrows, "Aiqing don't worry, I'm deliberately doing this, just to Yu'er alone."

"I love her."

Prime Minister Wen was still hesitating, "Your Majesty, the minister...The minister said something rebellious, how long can the emperor's favor last?"

Yan Qi shook his head, "It's not petting, Ai Qing... how can petting count as love?"

"I love her more than my life."

"Jiangshan can't match her eyebrows... Aiqing, do you know what I mean?"

Prime Minister Wen took a deep look at Yan Qi, and then he said, "The daughter of the old official is entrusted to your Majesty."

Jiangshan can't match her eyebrows...

This is really the words of a faint king!

Yan Qi stepped forward, raised his hand to support Prime Minister Wen's arm, pulled Ying Hong's lips, and slowly said: "My father-in-law is polite, my son-in-law dare not be."

The emperor was suddenly shameless.

The waist of Prime Minister Wen almost flashed.

The corner of Prime Minister Wen's eyes twitched, but he didn't refute. He had the urge to lift his forehead, and he couldn't look directly at the emperor in front of him.

When it was over, he felt that he was going to expand.

Yan Qi soon put forward the plan to marry Wen Yu in the court.

Surprisingly, the ministers didn't have any comments.

After all, they can accept Yan Qi's finding a male favorite, and now their Majesty has a man who wants to marry, so naturally it will be a matchup.

"Weichen believes that your majesty's words are sacred, and the Master of the National Normal University is watching the stars at night. The Wen family's female life is extremely expensive and must be regarded as the queen!"

"The minister seconded, Your Majesty Shengming."

Of course, except for Yan Ci standing under the imperial rank, he raised his eyes in disbelief and looked at the emperor in high position.

Four eyes face each other.

Yanci understood it almost instantly.

But he couldn't figure it out. He almost never thought that his elder brother, the ruthless emperor Dayan, would actually like Wen Yu.

His mood is extremely complicated, but he is not so angry.

The wedding was almost ready.

However, a big event happened at this time.

The queen mother died violently.

National funeral.

Yan Qi and Fu Yue's wedding could only be postponed.

In the past few days, the coffin of the Queen Mother was parked in the imperial temple, and Yan Qi and other relatives of the imperial family went to the imperial temple to guard the spirit.

Of course, Fu Yue also went, and even with the prime minister's wife and several maids, lived in a wing of the imperial temple.

This evening.

Fu Yue took a picture book and read it with gusto. Her mother was afraid that she would be bored, so she prepared a lot for her.

Then, the window of the wing suddenly moved.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

She saw that a white and slender hand opened the window from the outside, and then turned over and turned in.

A corner of snow-colored clothes.

The beauty's face, set against the clear moonlight, was actually delicate and somewhat unreal.

It's Yan Qi.

He was still wearing that plain white mourning suit against that stunning face, which was a bit more thrilling contrast.

Fu Yue: "...Why are you here? You can't laugh to death after being discovered?"

Yan Qi patted her palms ashen.

Walked over, then stretched out his hand to hug Fu Yue slowly, and said dullly: "I miss you..."