"Subordinates are not wronged, as long as they can stay with the girl, they can do anything they want!"
Zhuge Linlang smiled, "Don't take it to your heart, it's just that Dayan is in a bad situation now. If we are not of one mind, it is easy to be used by others."
"Subordinates understand!"
"Go back and rest first. Apply ice to your eyes before going to bed, or your eyes should be swollen tomorrow."
After comforting the acacia, Zhuge Linlang stood there for a while, until Ling Chuyao came back from the outside.
"Why stand here?"
Zhuge Linlang said: "I was thinking about something."
Ling Chuyao walked in, took the person in his arms and walked into the room, "What do you think?"
"Think about why you have been there for so long."
Ling Chuyao curled her lips and smiled, "Wang Hao, do you want to guess?"
Zhuge Linlang remembered Mo Xin who had come to Daikin as an envoy before, and said, "It's not that easy for Mo Xin to successfully ascend the throne, right?"
Ling Chuyao was not surprised that Zhuge Linlang would guess this, but he was still very happy. His happy way of expression was to pick up people and return to the house, "The princess really knows my heart."
Qiao Ji took Ling Chuyao to meet with Mo Sang, and the rest of the time after she was sure that he would help Mo Sang was in the house to prepare the wedding dress. After she came back, Gu Xue deliberately went to look for her. Be regarded as representing Zhuge Mansion to propose marriage to other girls.
Qiao Ji was pleased with Zhuge Yu, but now Zhuge's family takes the initiative to talk about marriage. So the news of the main marriage of Huanmuju Village spread throughout the entire Huanmuju Village on the second day.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qiao Ji got up early and started dressing up. She looked at the woman in the mirror wearing the costume, and she was in a daze for a moment.
The wedding in Nanjiang is very simple. It is just a couple of newlyweds sitting in a seat waiting for congratulations from others, but Qiao Ji is the owner of the village, and there are slightly more congratulations.
Seeing his son married a daughter-in-law, Gu Xue was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. Although Zhuge Pan didn't say anything on his face, he drank too much and was helped by Zhuge Yi before returning to where he lived.
Zhuge Linlang sat beside Ling Chuyao, looked at Zhuge Yu who had been smirking since the morning, and smiled involuntarily.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mo Xin was enthroned. After several days of recuperation, Mo Sang had not fully recovered his wounds, but it was much better than what Ling Chuyao had seen before. Ling Chuyao counted the time and took Zhuge Linlang to the Southern Sang Palace.
After the fall, the weather becomes cooler, especially in the south, where sunny days are rarely seen. However, a rare sunny day appeared on the day of the selected enthronement, which made Mo Xin very satisfied.
Ling Chuyao led the people into the Nansang Royal Capital without any doubt, but Dong Lin disappeared automatically after entering the city.
Zhuge Linlang didn't care either, just thinking about what would happen at night, he couldn't help sighing.
Although Mo Xin always wanted to take down the Magic Wood House, he also knew that this matter had to be considered for a long time, in order to prevent the neighbor from thinking about other things, and to let Qiao Ji see that Mozang did not have a good relationship with her. Best use, it was Mosin who became the victorious person in the end, so Mosin also asked Qiao Ji to send an invitation letter.
But when Qiao Ji and Ling Chuyao entered the royal capital, Mo Xin still had some surprises.
Zhuge Linlang and the others met not only Mo Xin but also Fu Yurong, who was married to Nansang, on the square where the ceremony was held. She hasn't seen her for so many years, she doesn't seem to be doing very well, she is much thinner than before, and her face is also very bad.
Qiao Ji quietly leaned into Zhuge Linlang's ear and said: "I heard that Mo Xin had a concubine that he loved very much, so that he neglected the concubine, and the concubine was pampered and proud. Every time he saw the prince and concubine, he would provoke him ."
Zhuge Linlang glanced at the high platform without a trace. Sitting on the other side of Mo Xin was a very enchanting woman, presumably this was the concubine.
However, Fu Yurong's situation can be imagined. Daikin is no longer there, and the people who can support her are no longer there. Mo Xin didn't immediately abolish her and it was considered pretty good.
During the whole day, Zhuge Linlang had been drinking and having fun. What Zhuge Linlang didn't expect was that Fu Yurong would come to their place to ask to see her while resting at noon.
"How come the prince and concubine are free?"
Fu Yurong smiled bitterly, "My first concubine is just a fake name. It's the same with me or me. I just wanted to ask, how on earth did Daikin perish the country? Didn't you and Ding Wangfu? Why suddenly...? Also, he... What happened to King Prince?"
Fu Yurong mentioned Long Zhiheng. Zhuge Linlang's name was slightly lost. Her gaze was placed on the weapon rack in the room, where Mo Cang was hanging quietly.
Zhuge Linlang said vaguely that it was because of Long Qian's cruelty, she couldn't bear to fall into the hands of the tyrant, so she beheaded him. As for Dragon Heng...
"The king's son died to save me."
Although Fu Yurong had known for a long time, she had always deceived herself and others, comforting herself that Long Zhiheng was still alive somewhere, but she didn't know it.
Now Zhuge Linlang tells the truth again, causing her to burst into tears instantly.
"How... How?" Fu Yurong murmured to herself on the table, "He is so good, how could he die?"
Zhuge Linlang couldn't bear it. Although Fu Yurong's favorite point of Long Zhiheng surprised her, she comforted her: "Miss Fu, I'm sorry."
Fu Yurong was silent, lying motionless on the desk.
Zhuge Linlang looked a little sad, wondering what Long Zhiheng would think if he knew that there was another person who was thinking about him like this
Fu Yurong quickly packed up and left. Zhuge Linlang felt weaker looking at her back, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
The auspicious time for ascending the throne was in the evening, when the clouds on the horizon were as red as fire, and at first glance they felt beautiful and unknown.
This feeling gradually darkened as the sky gradually darkened, and a strong wind was blowing on the square where the ceremony was held, and it became stronger and stronger.
Fu Yurong did not attend that evening, and even such a major ceremony did not come. Mo Xin was telling everyone that this princess did not recognize her, and Nansang's future queen would not be her!
The last step for the new king of Nansang to ascend to the throne was to ignite a flame on a high platform that symbolized royal power, but when Moxin held the torch but couldn't light it, the surrounding ministers began to talk about it.
Ling Chuyao had extraordinary eyesight. Seeing that Mo Xin's face became more and more ugly in the shadows, she couldn't help but said, "Prince Mo Xin, why is this flame not burning? Could it be that the admitted new king is not you, right?"
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding discussion became even louder.
Mo Xin turned his head to look at Ling Chuyao, "The King of Chu is a guest from afar, so it's better not to speak rashly about these things, and be careful to get the flames up."
Ling Chuyao said: "This king can't see and speak. You haven't lit it for so long. Not only this king, I'm afraid even your own officials have ideas, right?"