The little wife of the peasant prince

Chapter 482 Chapter 492
The emperor had a warm face and asked understandingly. The expression on his face was as kind as it could be.

Wangyou felt a toothache when she saw it, and as soon as the fourth prince stood up, she felt that nothing was good.

Sure enough, I heard the fourth prince say next: "Why don't you play with the drinking order? My cousin has been away for many years, and I may be unfamiliar with reciting poems and composing. To be fair, as long as my cousin can say it, it's fine. I don't know what my cousin thinks? "

What a fart!

Wangyou watched coldly, without even a single expression.

Feng Lie had an angry look on his face, but before he could open his mouth, the Fourth Prince said again.

"After all, my cousin has the blood of the royal family, so I won't be afraid if I think about it."

Feng Lie held his breath in his throat, unable to go up or down.

The corners of Wangyou's lips tugged lightly, forming a cool and sarcastic arc.

At this moment, the queen on the throne spoke up: "What the fourth brother said is very true. You are all young people, and the drinking order is more lively. If a young lady's poem cloud wins the first prize, the emperor can personally agree to the marriage. What's your Majesty's opinion?"

"Okay, okay, it's a bit of a prize."

Wangyou just thought of haha, going around in such a big circle, isn't she just trying to push her into the pit?

She grew up in the countryside, so she must not be able to win the top spot. Then the person they arranged to win tonight will ask the emperor to grant her a marriage...

Feng Lie also reacted immediately, although he didn't like Ah Xu, but he didn't agree that his daughter's marriage was manipulated like this.

Standing up and respectfully facing the emperor, he said: "Brother Huang, we still have to pay attention to your love and my wishes in marriage. As elders, we wish for the well of our children, and we need their sincerity to make it happen."

The smile on the emperor's face froze, and he waved his hand: "Your brother is right!"

Concubine Han Gui on the other side raised the corners of her lips, wanting her family's life depends on whether they have the ability.

If the Han family won the first place tonight and married this little hoof, the Prince Regent's House would be the biggest backer for her son to ascend to the throne.

Wangyou glanced at the faces of the people present with a cold face, it seems that her father, the regent, is not so relaxed, it is not obvious to coax people into fools!

Tsk tsk, no country is easy!

At the beginning of the drinking order, one person in the palace gave orders with his back to everyone, and the first round was aimed at Yue Yun.

The fourth prince was the first to recite the poem, and he stood up with a smile on his face: "This palace has made a fool of myself."

The psalm is neat but unremarkable, obviously deliberate.

Feng Lie looked at Wangyou with doting eyes, worried and encouraged, no matter what the outcome of the day was, he was there to protect him.

He wants to protect his baby for the rest of his life.

Here, Wangyou just picked up the chopsticks and was about to knock them down, when the maid on the stage yelled to stop.

This kind of result is well known to everyone, and Wangyou immediately cast a lot of optimistic eyes on him.

Although the fourth prince said before that as long as Wangyou speaks out, it's fine, but where is his identity, if Wangyou's performance is not good tonight, the streets and alleys of the capital will definitely say bad things about her tomorrow.

Meeting everyone's scornful or mocking gazes, Wangyou stood up unhurriedly.

Compared to poetry, she is of course inferior to the ancients, but compared to reciting poetry, she is a master.

Don't you want to get ahead?
She let this group of dogs see how people who are inferior to people can achieve their goals.

Wangyou lowered his voice, with a confident smile on his lips, calmly looking at the moon above his head.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

(End of this chapter)