The black-bellied highness, the evil concubine

Chapter 92 I will definitely marry someone I like (2)
Yu Hansheng did not refute, and there was no room for him to refute.

Zhuge Jingyao stood up and said, "Imperial father, the guards of this son are not short of anything, so you don't need to give her anything!"

After leaving the guards of His Royal Highness aside for so long, His Royal Highness really couldn't stand it any longer.

Zhuge Yuan coughed lightly. Just now, he forgot that there was another Lan Nineteen, and hurriedly said with a smile: "There's nothing missing, I see, both of them are missing a good thing in their swords!"

But after a while, a eunuch came up with a square plate.

Yu Hansheng took away the red silk cloth covered on it, and a pair of exquisite sword spikes appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The fine gold wire, the pure white jade, and the first-class handcraft, the sword ear made is extraordinary.

Whether it is Wen Ran's Hanyue Sword or Yu Hansheng's Qingchen Sword, there is no sword stalk on the capital of the sword. Since His Majesty has spoken, it must be rewarded. These two are not greedy for anything, such a unique sword The spikes also match.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The two took the sword spike and bowed to thank them.

Seeing the same sword spike in the hands of the two, Zhuge Jingyao's eyes were slightly cold, and he knew that when he gave her the sword, a sword spike was hung.In the Prince's Mansion, there are many more beautiful sword spikes than this!

Wen Ran returned to Zhuge Jingyao's side. She didn't care about the reward at all. She was thinking about the emperor sending someone to Wen's house tomorrow. Where did the Wen family get a Wen Ran to send it?

The performances that followed were not bad, but none of them caught the eye of the prince.

Looking at the prince's indifferent appearance, it is impossible for the emperor to say that he is not in a hurry at all.

For so many years, he has been pampering him, not in a hurry to let him marry a concubine, just wanting to let him slowly forget that person by himself, but he never thought that after so many years, Zhuge Jingyao became more and more obsessed. .

I really don't know who he looks like.

At the end of the palace banquet, everyone was drunk and hazy.

The prince drank a lot, but he was as awake as ever.

"Go to Murong Mansion!" With the order, after the carriage of the Prince's Mansion came out of the palace, it went straight to Murong Mansion.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the prince must go to Murong Mansion.

"Why, worry about Han Sheng?" When he arrived at Murong Mansion, Zhuge Jingyao asked in a strange tone when he saw that Wen Ran was still in a trance.

Wen Ran shook her head and said, "It's not for Yu Hansheng!"

She was just worried about where to find a Wen Ran.

"Isn't Wen Ran just Zhuyou? Shouldn't Zhuyou be staying in Yuzhu Mountain at this time, why would she be in Wenjiabao?" Zhuge Jingyao didn't know what Wen Ran was thinking, but he still insisted To ask more about the previous sentence.

Wen Ran frowned and said, "But, Senior Sister, she..."

"Han Sheng is not suitable for Wei Lan, Wei Lan is just a ghost for a while, you think, if it was someone else, she might have to fight, but if she knew that Wen Ran was Zhuyou, she would still be obsessed with Han Sheng?" Zhuge Jingyao said calmly.

Wen Ran was not too close to him, and he could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body, but he still spoke soberly.

"Then if they knew that I was a disciple of Yuzhu Mountain, would they not want to cancel the marriage?" Wen Ran asked contradictingly.

Except for Yu Hansheng, no one in the Yu family would want Wen Ran to get started, but if Wen Ran was Zhuyou, everything might be different. After all, the status of a disciple of Yuzhu Mountain is quite honorable.

"Don't you want to marry Han Sheng?" Zhuge Jingyao's face didn't seem as cold as before.

Wen Ran nodded resolutely and said, "I thought it was pointless before, it was just a marriage anyway, but after what happened just now, I really don't want to marry him at all, let alone marry into the Yu family!"

"What do you mean by just getting married?" Zhuge Jingyao repeated this sentence in a serious tone.

"Isn't it all about marrying anyone?" Wen Ran replied ignorantly.

Zhuge Jingyao shook his head helplessly and said, "Of course you have to marry someone you like!"

Wen Ran asked subconsciously, "Then Your Highness will definitely marry someone he likes?"

After asking, Wen Ran regretted it. Isn't the person His Highness likes the eldest lady of Murong Mansion where they are now?

She knew that she asked, she must have hit Zhuge Jingyao's sore spot, and Wen Ran couldn't help biting her lip regretfully.

"Remember, in front of me, you are not allowed to bite your lip, and you are not allowed to show such an expression again!" Zhuge Jingyao said suddenly coldly.

Wen Ran thought it was her words that hurt him just now, but she didn't know that the little action she just made was the favorite little action of the person deep in his heart.

"Also, this palace will either never marry for the rest of his life, but if he wants to marry, he will definitely marry the person he likes!" Zhuge Jingyao replied firmly, and then took a step towards the backyard of the mansion.

Wen Ran didn't dare to get too close, so she had to protect him from a distance.

Zhuge Jingyao walked over to the hibiscus lace, facing the flowers, and asked lonely: "Xue'er, are you really not coming back?"

If you're still alive, why haven't you come back for so many years?
"That girl doesn't look like you at all, and her temperament is not as lively as you, but why do I always seem to be able to see your shadow on her body? Is it because I miss you so much?"

His Royal Highness, the dignified prince, spoke to a bunch of flowers who would not answer him at all. This scene was truly unforgettable.

On August [-], the emperor personally sent someone to Wenjiabao to invite Wen Ran to Xianling.

(End of this chapter)