My princess is so beautiful

Chapter 24 He deserves this country.

However, in just half a day, the news that King Kang was suffering from a serious disease and was unable to have any heirs was known to everyone. From the deep mansions to the streets and alleys, and even teahouses in the suburbs, all kinds of versions can be heard everywhere.

Imperial Palace, Wenyuan Hall.

After listening to Song Yan's succinct narration, Emperor Shengping threw the memorial in his hand heavily angrily.

As an emperor, Emperor Shengping was undoubtedly a very clean-spirited one, and because of this, he couldn't tolerate such scandals caused by King Kangjun.

Emperor Shengping blew his beard and stared: "This unfilial descendant of the royal family has lost all face!"

Song Yan snorted lightly: "Who insisted on making an exception and conferring Song Xiao the county king? His surname should be Wang, not Song!"

Emperor Shengping choked up: "I'm still looking at your aunt's face."

After a pause, Emperor Shengping sighed heavily again: "Your aunt was too superficial in those days, so she was deceived by Wang Shishen's scumbag. She is not a good person! Now Xiao'er is so dishonest, I don't know what your aunt should do." How sad."

Thinking of what happened back then, Emperor Shengping became more and more furious.

Back then, although the Wang family was not a wealthy family, it was also a noble and scholarly family. All three generations of family heads had served in the Imperial Academy.

Wang Shishen, as the eldest son of Wang Hanlin at that time, was imbued with a bookish air since he was a child, with red lips and white teeth, gentle and handsome, and was immediately attracted by the young Princess Qingfu who was pregnant with spring.

It's a pity that Emperor Shengping found out later that the so-called talent name of Prince Consort Shishen was achieved by his father.

Wang Hanlin knew that his son's talent was mediocre, so for his son's official career and family prosperity, he has been ghostwriting for his son. From poems and songs to literary and military strategies, everything that Wang Shishen can produce is from his father Wang Hanlin.

In order to celebrate Princess Fu's face, it was impossible for Emperor Shengping to reveal these things, so he allowed Wang Hanlin to resign and return to his hometown to rest in peace on the grounds of his advanced age.

The Wang family left Jian'an, and Emperor Shengping didn't intend to pursue the matter any further, but Wang Shishen was actually a bit of a loser, he frightened himself by himself, and died soon after.

Song Xiao was only three years old at the time, and his surname was Wang but not Xiao. Princess Qingfu cried every day, describing her as haggard. Only then did Princess Fu regain her strength.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! It's exactly the same as his soft-boned father!"

"Opportunistic, duplicity, greedy for beauty! It's a waste of my love for him!"

"Even if he wants to recuperate from his illness, the errand of the Ministry of Rites cannot be left unattended. Yan'er, you can see who is suitable, and I will leave this matter to you to arrange."

After venting for a long time, the depression in Emperor Shengping's chest finally eased a little. He took a sip of clear tea, and turned to educate his son earnestly.

"Yan'er, your cousin Xiao is an example! You don't care about your good wife at home, but you want to go out and fool around, pretending to be romantic, harming others and yourself! You must take this as a warning and cherish the people in front of you! "

Song Yan laughed: "Father, what kind of ecstasy soup did that woman give you? Let you never forget to educate her orphan."

Emperor Shengping was not in the slightest embarrassment of being exposed by his own son: "Don't be unreasonable, open your mouth and shut up, that woman is that woman, there are no rules, she is your princess."

Song Yan pinched his earlobe impatiently, got up and flicked his sleeves: "Not yet, my son is resigning."

Emperor Shengping pointed at his back and said, "You, you, you" for a long while, then turned to Mr. An, who was waiting beside him, and said angrily: "Look, look at his temperament, I haven't finished talking yet, he He dared to let me run away. Isn’t that right? Hmph, what does he mean by that? One or two are all sincere to anger me.”

But Eunuch An smiled mysteriously: "Your Majesty, this old slave just heard good news from Princess Changle."

When mentioning his sweet and sweet daughter, Emperor Shengping relaxed, "What's the matter with Changle?"

Eunuch An vividly told the story of Song Yan and Shen Ning, who wanted to take the little princess of Changle to the other palace of Wangchuan for a horse race together.

Emperor Shengping's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Eunuch An smiled ambiguously: "Your Majesty, why don't you go to the imperial concubine's place to have a look, maybe the empress has already started packing for the little princess!"

Emperor Shengping smiled heartily: "Okay, let's drive Yukun Palace."

At this time, Song Yan was happily humming a little song and leaving the palace gate. He never imagined that he would whisper in his ear every day that he wanted him to get along with that woman, and that his father, who loved each other, would be in Houri palace. The door was ready and waiting for him.

East Palace, Mingzhao Palace.

Zhuyu and Forsythia were busy packing for their princess, thinking of the trip to Wangchuan Palace, they were all happy and excited.

Zhuyu picked out three sets of new riding outfits from more than a dozen, and asked with a smile: "Princess, how do you look at these outfits? The purple-red and golden-threaded wintersweet suit is the most suitable for the complexion, yet dignified, and the light-green and silver-threaded narcissus is the best." Your body is lively and pretty, and this set of moon white gold silk cloud pattern is the best match for your noble and elegant temperament."

Shen Ning held the teacup and smiled cleverly: "It's all good, but it's only a day's work. It's better to pack lightly and travel lightly, don't be burdensome."

Zhuyu responded with a smile, and hurriedly went to choose jewelry.

Shen Ning took a sip of the fragrant tea, and told Zizhu: "Let Lady Meng prepare more flower cakes that Princess Changle likes, and...bring out a jar of pear blossoms buried in the pear garden and bring them with you."

The roasted meat with cumin, which is burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, is the most delicious when paired with the clear and mellow pear blossom.

Zizhu couldn't help swallowing her saliva: "It's still the princess who is thoughtful, and the servant will go now."

After a lot of fun, night fell quietly, Shen Ning washed up and got on the bed, the snow-green gauze curtain hung down lightly, separating the spacious and luxurious Babu bed from the outside space.

Shen Ning leaned on her elbow, lying on her side in the soft and comfortable silk moon brocade bed decoration, and the scenes that happened in Baoyue Tower flashed in her mind again.

The moonlight is soft and everything is silent, which is the best time for contemplation.

Not long after, Shen Ning made it clear what she had been thinking about in the future.

Gradually, her brows were stained with approval. It has to be said that Song Yan has a really keen eye on political affairs, and his ambition is by no means just to be the king who guards the city for a generation.

Not only did he see the drawbacks remaining in the military and political issues of the past dynasties, but he has already made up his mind to put things right.

This is by no means easy, even if he is the crown prince.

Aristocratic families such as the Meng family have stood in Dasheng for hundreds of years. The in-laws are intertwined and the roots of the tree are deep, and they will surely mobilize the whole body. Otherwise, why would they be as wise as Emperor Shengping and still dare not make a move after so many years.

A pair of evil and charming red phoenix eyes suddenly broke into Shen Ning's mind, cold and bloody intertwined, pride and sharpness coexisted.

Song Yan.

He deserves this country.

(End of this chapter)