The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 57 Bestowed (2)
King Qingyang's eyelids also twitched rarely, and a bitterness flashed in his dark eyes. Just now, when King Ye mentioned the divorce, he knew it was the doggerel.
What should come will come eventually. Originally, he thought that the prince with good looks and extraordinary bearing might be Xi'er's best destination. Humiliated, but things backfired. Forget it, if it wasn't for eliminating that person's concerns, he might not have agreed to the marriage. So, as long as Xi'er can live happily and carefree, he would prefer that she stay in Qingyang Palace for the rest of her life. ,

"The emperor calms down. The daughter of the humble minister has no talent and no looks. It is really difficult to match the prince of the current dynasty. The emperor is sympathetic to the humble minister. How can the humble minister disregard the dignity of the royal family and ask the emperor to decree the divorce."

King Qingyang lifted his brocade robe with a big hand, and knelt down majestically under his Highness, his calm black eyes stared straight at the Ninety-Five Lord, without a trace of dodge, and his words were even more sincere,

Many ministers couldn't help but nodded secretly, and King Ye also had a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he returned to his usual indifference in an instant.

There was silence in the hall, and after a while, the emperor let out a long sigh, and said in a deep and majestic voice,
"Aiqing, let's get up, no matter what, pass on the decree to confer the title of Ouyang Luoxi, the daughter of King Qingyang, as Princess Deyang, and enter the palace five days later to be conferred."

King Ye couldn't help but look ugly again. A fool was named a princess. Isn't that his imperial sister? His lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he glanced at King Qingyang from the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything and walked back.

Although he doesn't like King Qingyang, he is the father of his beloved after all, and since his father has agreed to withdraw the engagement for his brother, he naturally has to give an explanation to Prince Qingyang's residence, princess?Hmph, she can't even reach one of Xuan'er's toes.

Some of the ministers did not quite agree with it, but the marriage between the crown prince and the daughter of King Qingyang had been decreed a long time ago. If the decree was to withdraw the engagement directly, it would be absolutely impossible. Now the idiot has been given the title of a princess , it is cheaper for her,

But what about the princess, there have been many dynasties in the palace who have not been favored, and those who have no power and power can only wait for their fate to be used as pawns and kiss far away.

King Qingyang naturally knelt down to thank him, and his cold and hard face was not half happy because of the emperor's conferment. Everyone also thought that from a crown princess to a princess, although there is not much difference in identity, the difference is actually the same. When he grows up, it’s no wonder that King Qingyang is happy. Naturally, no one doubts him, let alone think that King Qingyang asked for a divorce because the prince’s morals are poor. King Qingyang thinks that the prince is not worthy of him. Xi'er, if she knew, someone might be stunned.

Qingyang Palace, in Beiyuan,

The hibiscus tent is warm, the pink gauze is swaying, the smoke is curling up from the incense burner, and the rich fragrance is misty. On the spacious and soft bed, the woman's black hair is pouring on the pillow like a waterfall, an ordinary and beautiful picture. What is strange can only be regarded as the delicate little face lazily buried in the bed, the long butterfly-wing eyelashes sprinkled a silhouette, the upturned little nose is cute and cute, and the pink lips slightly closed The petals are tender and tender.

"Miss, miss, the prince is coming here, please wake up."

Qing'er looked at the young lady who was sleeping soundly with a headache, and frowned helplessly. How could the young lady be able to sleep so well? By two o'clock, she was poached by someone last night to watch a good show all night, and by the way, she added fuel to the flames.

"It's noisy, Qing'er, close the door and let the dogs go."

A certain little woman roared angrily, without even opening her eyes, turned over and fell asleep again hugging the quilt.

Oh?
Qing'er caressed her forehead, and a group of crows flew over her head. What's the situation? She was about to cry. Miss, your father is here, and you want me to be a little maid to close the door and let the dogs out. Doesn't that mean you don't want to live? , and you...You are outrageous.

"Xi'er, my father is here to see you."

There was a clear and gentle voice from outside, Qing'er glanced helplessly at the unscrupulous lady who was sleepless, as if she had a little maid to support her when the sky fell, sighed plaintively, and walked out of the room , just seeing King Qingyang striding forward, he couldn't help but straighten his face, and quickly knelt down to salute,

"The servant has seen the prince, but the lady hasn't gotten up yet."

"Not up yet?"

King Qingyang was stunned when he heard the words, he looked at the sky, it was getting late, why couldn't he get up at this time, could it be...His face couldn't help changing, and he said in a deep voice,
"What happened in the mansion?"

Qing'er's heart trembled, and her face turned pale. What she thought was that the prince knew about the flower picker, and she hesitated whether to tell it or not.
King Qingyang naturally didn't know what happened to the jade-faced fox, and Luoxi didn't intend to tell him. Anyway, the jade-faced fox has been used by her now. As for the person behind the scenes, if he didn't say anything, she could guess Who, in the future, will naturally use his own way to treat his body.

"What's the matter?"

King Qingyang's black eyes swept towards Qing'er sharply, but his heart was shocked. Looking at the girl's expression, he knew that Xi'er might have heard something. With the girl's thoughts on the prince, he was really afraid of her. take things too hard.

"That's...it's Miss...she..."

Qing'er was so anxious that she stuttered, it wasn't that she didn't say it, she really didn't know how to say it, it would damage the young lady's reputation if she said it.

King Qingyang was agitated by Qing'er's expression, he flicked his sleeves, walked around Qing'er and strode into the room.

(End of this chapter)