Qian Duoduo, who had been lying on the table fighting endlessly with a pile of fruits, didn't pay attention to anything, when she suddenly heard the news, she suddenly raised her head.
Unconsciously, he looked at the little princess in front of him.
She is wearing a bright red bubble skirt, tied with tassels and red silk at the waist, showing her graceful figure, her hair is pulled high in a bun, and she has a modern ponytail style.
However, after hearing Long Yutian's words, Zhaoyang's cheeks blushed slightly, like a shy peach, with an affectionate expression.
She took a step forward slightly, and bowed in front of Long Muchen: "Brother Chen..."
"Zhaoyang has grown up." Long Muchen looked at his little sister who loved to pester him the most since childhood, with undisguised kindness in his eyes.
Qian Duoduo saw the mingling of eyes of the two people, an orange in his hand was twisted, and after breaking it, he even forgot to peel off the orange peel, and threw it into his mouth directly.
His teeth bit the flesh fiercely, as if he was biting Long Muchen's arm.
There was a flash of inspiration in Concubine Lin's eyes, and she seemed to be joking, and said with a smile: "Fourteenth brother, you see that Zhaoyang will be seventeen in a blink of an eye, and it's time to find a good family, look. .. "
"What the imperial concubine said is that this king will naturally help Zhaoyang take care and find a good home for her."
Concubine Lin only spoke half of what she had said, and Long Muchen cut in directly.
The queen beside her watched Concubine Lin's wishful thinking overturned, and she still didn't forget to giggle and sneer: "Concubine Lin is trying to mess up the mandarin ducks, let your little niece marry our Prince Chen, but I think Concubine Lin is wasting her efforts in vain, our Prince Chen is notoriously unfeminine and has eyes above his head."
After a pause, the empress replied meaningfully: "However, our Prince Chen doesn't have a sweetheart right now, and when a man gets married, there should be a caring princess to take care of him. Concubine Lin Gui now speaks in person, for the fourteenth year. My brother is a matchmaker, what do you think of the fourteenth brother?"
What the queen said was not true at all.
In the beginning, Concubine Lin really had the intention of marrying Zhaoyang to Prince Chen, thinking that she could take advantage of the childhood friendship between Zhaoyang and Long Muchen to win over Long Muchen and consolidate the positions of the third and fourth eldest.
He even used this to cover up his ambiguity with his daughter-in-law in the imperial garden.
Unexpectedly, she only mentioned it a little bit, but Long Muchen brushed it off so easily.
He didn't want the queen to break the matter and then refuse. After all, refusing to marry in public is related to a girl's reputation.
In particular, Zhaoyang is still the princess of a country, and if he doesn't handle it well, it will only add to his troubles.
Concubine Lin and Long Muchen knew it well, the two of them were about to talk to this point, but they didn't expect the queen to answer a sentence without thinking, which made things a little awkward.
When Zhaoyang heard the empress' sarcasm, tears welled up in his eyes, and they turned red, making everyone feel pity.
Long Muchen glanced at the queen lightly, and from time to time looked at Qian Duoduo who was sitting not far away from his corner of the eye.
The orange peels in Xiao Nizi's hand were stuffed into her mouth one by one, but the delicious orange flesh was ravaged by her in her hands, and the eyes that stared at him almost burst into flames.
adultery! There must be adultery!
I didn't expect such a noble blood in the royal family to play with childhood sweethearts and baby kisses!
Qian Duoduo's little lips kept muttering.
Long Muchen, as long as you dare to promise to marry that so-called Zhaoyang, I will prick the villain every day, cursing you for forgetting to bring toilet paper when you poop, and when you go to bed and find that you can’t lift it, you will urinate after ten seconds of lifting. He took the knife and stamped it on the wall.