An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

Chapter 8: Inquire

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Wei Lian was halfway through the medicine for himself, and a palace maid came in with a tray.

Wei Lian raised his eyes and looked up, the palace maid's footsteps stopped, and her cheeks floated a little crimson.

She bowed her knee and said, "Young Master, this is the clothes that Your Majesty ordered the maid to bring to you. Please put it on as soon as possible."

The palace maid blushed and lowered her head, thinking to herself, Young Master Lian is really beautiful.

The young man's blue silk on the bed is loose, the white middle clothes are messy and open, and the collarbone is delicate and deep. The faint red mark under the Adam's apple is even more attractive.

With a beautiful face, a clean temperament, and a pair of eyes that are as gentle as water, no one can avoid a blushing heartbeat.

His Majesty is also good-looking, but no one dares to look directly at Tianyan. This young master from Chu, Lian, was a gentleman to the core.

The coldness in Wei Lian's eyes faded in an instant, and he said gently, "It's work."

The palace maid hurriedly said: "It's the servant's responsibility, the son does not need to be polite."

Wei Lian nodded and took the clothes from the tray.

The palace maid asked, "Young master, can you ask a maid to serve you?"

Wei Lian shook his head, and the palace maid quietly stood aside.

The King of Qin did not treat him harshly in his clothes. Inside is a plain-colored robe, covered with a white fox fur coat, which is thick and warm, but not bulky, which perfectly complements Wei Lian's slender figure.

After changing clothes, Wei Lian sat in front of the bronze mirror and brushed his hair with a grate. He has not yet reached the crown, only a hosta is placed in a bun at the back of his head, and three thousand blue silk hangs down to the back of his waist. The man was originally stunning, his skin was whiter than snow, and he dressed up a little, so that the waiting palace maid stared blankly.

The son is so beautiful... Zhucui couldn't help but sighed again.

Wei Lian's beauty is astonishing at first glance, and then more charming the more you look at it.

Wei Lianwen smiled: "I am already the servant of the King of Qin, don't call me your son. Let Your Majesty hear it, it's not good for you."

Zhu Cui was surprised. Only then did I realize that I couldn't help it just now, and I softly said what I was thinking.

This is considered a disrespect. Young Master Lian not only did not blame, but also reminded her to change her name to avoid her being punished by His Majesty.

The man is also really nice.

Zhucui's affection for Wei Lian increased greatly, and she felt more sympathetic to his situation. Such a modest gentleman, who is so dignified, wants to be his majesty's favorite... It's really miserable!

Seeing the unbearable expression on Zhu Cui's face, Wei Lian narrowed his eyes lightly.

Can't bear it. This palace maid should be often served in the Hall of Mental Cultivation and know some of the situation of the King of Qin. I don't know anything about King Qin, and I have to pry some news from the palace mouth before deciding what to do next.

Wei Lian was an outsider in the Qin palace. If he asks rashly, the other party may not say much. He was poor again, and all the things he brought from Chu belonged to Qin, and he was too shy to pay for it with silver money.

Only attack.

Now that the woman with a few words is soft-hearted, he can inquire about the news he wants to know.

"What's your name?" Wei Lian asked in a low voice.

Zhucui's ears were slightly warm: "My servant Zhucui."

It's true that she doesn't have any extra thoughts about Young Master Lian, but who doesn't like to admire beautiful women? Who can refuse a beauty's inquiry

"You are the maid of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, do you know anything about His Majesty?" Wei Lian asked again.

"This..." When the King of Qin was involved, Zhu Cui was a little hesitant to say it.

They are slaves, how dare they criticize the master. Especially since His Majesty is a tyrant...

Seeing this, Wei Lian lowered his eyes, and a touch of grief appeared: "I am a man, and I also have the ambition of Lingyun, the heart of the people, and I don't want to enter the Qin Palace..."

He forced a smile, "I've accepted my fate, and I don't have any wrongdoings anymore. Now I just want to serve the king well so that I can live a peaceful life. Wei Lian is new here, and I don't know His Majesty's temperament, lest I anger Longyan. I'm dying. Xiao, if your Majesty angers you, I will feel uneasy under Jiuquan."

Zhucui's heart trembled, only to feel that the person in front of her was really like a jade, and the son was unparalleled in the world.

Such a person should never have fallen into such a situation, how could she bear to watch people struggling

Zhu Cui immediately revealed what she knew: "Young Master... Guardsman, the maid has served in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for three years and knows a little about His Majesty's habits. His Majesty's taste is picky, and his favorite dish is crystal shrimp dumplings, and he does not eat green onions. , ginger, garlic, pepper... Your Majesty doesn't like purple, because the first empress dowager likes to wear purple..."

Wei Lian listened and wrote down King Qin's taboos and preferences one by one.

At the end, he bowed: "Thank you Miss Zhucui, Wei Lian is very grateful."

"It takes a lot of effort to raise your hand, the guard has broken the maid." Zhu Cui hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the ceremony, and once again blessed, "Your Majesty has gone to court at this time, it is time to go back to the palace. The maid retire."

She thought about it for a while, and then said: "If the Servant of the Guard needs you in the future, you can instruct the maid."

Wei Lian nodded in thanks.

After Zhucui stepped back, Wei Lian sat back on the bed unhurriedly and wiped off the rest of the ointment.

When the marks on his neck disappeared, the figure of King Qin appeared at the gate of the palace.

Wei Lian put down the ointment and stood up to salute, "Your Majesty."

Ji Yue swept Yan Weilian's neck and replied, "Yes."

Wei Lian stood up and stared at Ji Yue's expressionless face: "Your Majesty seems to be in a bad mood."

Ji Yue was noncommittal: "Why, you have to learn to speculate on Gu's mind?"

There is still a lesson from the previous misunderstanding of the holy will. Li Fuquan, who can't afford to sleep at the moment, is an example.

Li Fuquan had been with the King of Qin since childhood, and even received thirty whips. Wei Lian had only known each other for a day, so why did he think he would be an exception.

Wei Lian lowered his eyes: "I dare not."

He said quietly again: "It's just that His Majesty's displeasure is written on his face. Even if I don't guess your thoughts, I can still see it."

Ji Yue took off his heavy court clothes, and his eyebrows were a bit enchanting against the Shu embroidered golden dragon and ink robe. This face is even a bit gorgeous, but the usual majesty and coldness suppress his own appearance.

Aside from prejudice and murderous intent, King Qin is also a rare and beautiful man.

Ji Yue turned his head to look at Wei Lian, and raised his lips slightly: "What's written on Gu's face?"

The King of Qin was unpredictable. His laughter is not necessarily happy, it may be angry. His gentle tone does not necessarily mean that he is in a good mood, it may also mean that he wants to kill.

The palace servants who have served him for many years know this, but they never know exactly what he is thinking.

Wei Lian was about to speak, but Ji Yue said calmly, "If you're wrong, you'll give your tongue to an orphaned mastiff."

Wei Lian: "..."

What is King Qin's obsession with his tongue