The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

In a word, it was crisp and loud.

Everyone was shocked. No woman would be as bold as Miss Qingyue, and now dare to speak loudly about getting married. Especially in the presence of the emperor and the princes of the Manchu dynasty ministers. All looked at the old emperor.

Night sky tilted his face gloomy.

Ye Tianyu was stunned. He was kidding, but he didn't expect Rong Feng to really say that, and the little girl actually climbed up the pole. He looked at Yun Qianyue's smiling face and Rong Feng's stiff face, and turned to see the old emperor.

The Prince of Germany was also stunned. What he thought was that Miss Qingyue did not marry Jing Shizi, but she wanted to marry Rong Feng who did not have any dependence behind him. Although he was a prince of Rongwang, the branch was too far away, and now Wenbohoufu It's already gone. He is equal to being alone and helpless. Did Miss Qingyue actually want to say to marry him in front of the emperor, is she really not thinking about it, or did she do it on purpose? He always feels that this little girl is different today.

Lord Yun's body was almost unable to sit, an old face was pale, afraid that the old emperor would be angry, and Yun Qianyue would be punished. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped when he touched the eyes that Yun Qiangyue swept over.

The filial prince snorted in his heart, thinking that this little girl was really brainless, so he still wanted to fight against him? Dream about it! As the daughter-in-law of Rongwangfu, she wanted to marry someone. This is the face of the royal family. It is best for the emperor to treat her sin this time.

Rong Jing still looked at the scene, as if unheard of.

At this time Ye Qingran had already knocked a person off the stage, looking to this side. He saw Yun Qianyue actually grabbing Rong Feng's sleeve and frowned. At this time, the magistrate shouted, and someone came to the stage. He had no time to take care of it. He could only cope with the military test, but his thoughts had already drifted into the pavilion. I thought to myself why he should step down? A fair fart, wouldn’t it be better to exhaust that kid? When did Sister Yue get so close to him? And still beside Uncle Huang.

The old emperor looked at Yun Qianyue and Rong Feng, the smile on his face remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear it.

The silence in this pavilion seemed to be nobody, only hearing Yun Qingyue breathing alone.

"Hello, will I marry you?" Yun Qianyue dragged Rong Feng's sleeve and swayed, making Microsoft's voice sound like a question and a coquettish. There is no such thing as impurities. Even with such words and gestures, no one can feel any kind of warm smell, like a child who wants candy.

Rong Feng looked up at her, his eyes fixed.

Yun Qianyue found that he had a pair of very beautiful amber eyes, which looked like clouds and mist, and seemed to cover her. Although she looked a bit like Rong Jing, no one would regard them as being A person. Rongjing's face is extremely beautiful and poetic, carved by ghosts and craftsmanship, and is located in the clouds overlooking a kind of beauty and temperament, while Rongfeng is like snow and ice on snowy mountains, permeated by snow and mist Pure and clear, she looked at him without feeling attracted.

Everyone looked at the two of them, and suddenly felt that the two looked perfectly matched. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. If Yun Qingyue is excluded from the study and there is no art, it is really the appearance of Lang Cai.

"Cough..."

Suddenly a low cough sounded, especially in silence. The people turned their heads and saw Rong Jing covering his mouth with a veil, his face pale, although coughing, his eyes still looked at the fight in the field, and did not turn around to look here.

Yun Qianyue heard a low cough and tightened her hands on Rong Feng's sleeves. The absorbed eyes settled and she recovered. But he didn't turn his head, nor did he let go of Rong Feng's sleeve. Suddenly she felt that if she really wanted to marry someone, the man next to her in her hand was not bad.

At least better than marrying into the royal family, because she doesn’t like to go to the palace to compete with the three thousand fans. It’s better than marrying into the Prince’s Mansion, because even if she commits suicide, she doesn’t want to see the man in the night sky, better than marrying Rongjing, because She doesn’t want to be mad, nor want to be punished by Naya’s black life. It’s better than marrying Ye Ye, because he is good, but the famous grass has a master. She was stronger to Ye Tianyu, and she was not pleased with the man who was thinking about two sides and three knives and calculating with thin mud. Yun Muhan's girl was her brother. Even if it wasn't her brother who had been threatened by her persecution for so long, she didn't have any good feelings, so she would not marry him. Taken together, if she really wants to be forced to marry out afterwards, she might as well marry this Rong Feng.

Rong Feng's door was assassinated, as the saying goes, there is no burden. She can eat lazily every day, just take care of herself and him, and she doesn't have to manage a whole family. He is also very good looking, clean and dust-free. Although he is slightly inferior to Rongjing, it can be regarded as a rare beautiful man who is difficult to match. Every day, he is pleasing to the eye, not to mention his martial arts, but to protect her And, he should have a good temper. If he gets married in the future, he will probably let her and love her everywhere. The most important thing is that since the old emperor wants to give her a marriage, instead of being forced to marry someone she doesn’t like, why not find someone who looks good. Where does Rong Feng meet her good man?

Yun Qingyue quickly thought of several reasons for marrying Rongfeng, and suddenly felt that he would marry him in this life. Certainly! He must be, there is no more suitable than him. Looking at Rong Feng, his eyes brightened a bit.

Rong Feng's face was reddish by Yun Qiangyue, and he heard Rong Jing's low cough and pale again. For a time, his stiff body looked at Yun Qianyue. The original set of eyes shrouded in clouds and fog, and after the clouds and fog, a pair of phoenix eyes kept changing.

"Is Jing Shizi's serious illness still good?" The old emperor turned to look at Rong Jing and asked worriedly.

"I'm afraid that this disease will not be cured, and Jing has nothing to ask for. I hope to live for a few years! Now the cough is because of the cold air last night, and the emperor is so relieved." Rong Jing finally regained his sight. And shook his head. Afterglow in the corner of the eye swept Yun Qiangyue, and a dark tide surged at the bottom of his eyes.

"Hey, I will continue to seek the famous doctors for you. I hope you will be able to help you later this day!" The old emperor sighed and waved at Rong Jing, his tone was very gentle. "If Jing Shizi is uncomfortable, just go back Go to rest!"

"Jing Wuhu! It's just a little wind chill, but you can still insist. The emperor needn't ignore me!" Rong Jing shook his head.

When Yun Qingyue heard Rong Jing’s words, he rolled his eyes in his heart, and opened his eyes to talk nonsense without blinking. This man was obviously cold and poisoned, and her stubborn illness was also expelled by her. Now he still says that he can only live for a few years. He eats and drinks all the good things, and he enjoys it. Even the old emperor is sitting, even if he is not comfortable with him, nor can he live long. She ignored Rong Jing and continued to look at Rong Feng, feeling more and more pleasing to her eyes.

Although the old emperor saw that Rongjing's face was not good, but it did not look too serious. He nodded, looked away from Rongjing and continued to look at Yun Qingyue, and finally said, "Yue girl, you are holding Rong Feng's clothes What does the sleeve look like? Don’t let it go! I’m not afraid that I and Manchao Wenwu will look at your jokes, where there is a half of everyone’s girly appearance, and the son of Wen Bohoufu made a joke without you.”

"I wasn't anyone's boudoir anymore! Everyone on Shengsheng this day knows it." Yun Qianyue turned around, grabbed Rong Feng's sleeves and didn't let go, blushing and panting to the old emperor. Tao: "Uncle Emperor, I want to marry Rong Feng. Will you give us a marriage?"

Yun Qianyue's words fell, and he heard the inhalation of sounds from four directions. Lord Yun's eyes were black, almost fainting. Even Yun Muhan, who has been sitting in the distance and has not spoken from beginning to end, has changed her complexion.

Where has a woman taken the initiative of the emperor since ancient times? She is the first person ever!

Ye Tianqing's face was dark all the time. Ye Tianyu blinked and looked at Yun Qianyue and Rong Feng, her eyes flashing a trace of interest. This little girl is getting more and more interesting. What's more interesting is Rong Feng, who hasn't let go of the sleeve he grabbed by her from beginning to end.

"Oh? Yueya, do you want to marry Rong Feng?" The old emperor raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm, just to marry him." Yun Qingyue nodded like garlic.

"Why? Just because he wants to learn his martial arts?" the old emperor asked.

"Learning martial arts is just a little bit. I looked at him better and more pleasing to the eye. I thought that if I marry him, I would have a very happy life, so I wanted to marry him." Yun Qianyue was not half embarrassed.

Everyone was so startled that their eyes widened, and no one spoke, just looking at Yun Qianyue.

"Oh? That's what it is! Rong Feng is really so good in your eyes? Better than Jing Shizi?" The old emperor asked with a smile, there seemed no way to be annoyed, and slowly said: "Yuer said you want to learn a hundred points, But I heard that I want to marry Jing Shizi and I will not learn it. Jing Shizi's view on talent is unique to my God of Heaven. But you don't marry, but you want to marry Rong Feng. Why?"

"He can't live for a few years, I don't want to be widowed." Yun Qingyue was afraid of the tunnel immediately.

Rong Jing seemed to cooperate in general, coughed twice, and his face paled a little, so that the image of the weak beauty that Ye Qingran said was real.

Everyone only felt that the cough sounded uncomfortable for him. But Du Qiqi thinks that Yun Qiangyue's reason is very real. If everyone doesn't know that Jing Shizi has been bedridden for ten years since he was seriously ill. Long ago broke the threshold of Rongwang Mansion, he could not become his concubine's own daughter to become a concubine in the side room. Later, when he inherited Rongwang Mansion, if his daughter scrambles to be spoiled, the side concubine will not be a problem. But such a talented person is jealous and talented, and has not lived a few years, so no one has gone to Rongwang Mansion to raise relatives. Because if he can't live for a few years, and the Royal Palace will sooner or later inherit the hereditary throne, wouldn't it be a widow to send his daughter over?

"Shallow, don't talk nonsense!" Lord Yun finally could not stand the rebuke.

Yun Qianyue has a flat mouth, "Father, I want to marry Rong Feng. Would you please give me a request from the uncle of the emperor? Will you refer me to him? I will marry him when I am married. I can't keep him from tomorrow. It’s Wu Zhuangyuan, otherwise it’s too late to be robbed by another woman."