In the same case as Murong Yu, Murong Ci was restless and uncomfortable from the very beginning.
What did Liu An do to arrange her and Murong Yu together.
She always felt that Murong Yu's handsome face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, was very flat, and she wished she could crush that face into a piece of meatloaf.
Could it be what he meant
definitely is
She was bored admiring the beauties performing dances, and lost her appetite in the face of so many delicacies.
A straight body, high spirits, tall and imposing demeanor overwhelms all living beings, exuding the domineering arrogance of a general.
One is bent over, with his chin resting on his hands and his elbows resting on the desk. He is not only thin and slender, but also obscene and rude, without the image of a prince.
In such a comparison, which one is better and which one is worse, and who can take on the important task of family and country, you can tell at a glance.
If the country of Yan is handed over to such an idiot prince, the country of Yan will be in chaos sooner or later.
This is the voice of many people.
Those ladies from famous families sneered at and loathed the prince more and more, and admired and yearned for Yu Wang even more. Their eager and admiring eyes fell on him, sticking to him like brown sugar.
Those ladies all speculated why the King Yu had not yet married the Princess Yu after five years back in Beijing.
Why didn't His Majesty grant him a marriage
In fact, five years ago, shortly after King Yu returned to Beijing, Emperor Murong Cheng wanted to offer him a marriage, but he declined.
Afterwards, Murong Cheng became obsessed with beauty and elixirs and could not extricate himself. He ignored the government and forgot about it.
Seeing so many admiring gazes, Murong Ci's thoughts moved. Murong Yu's strange behaviors, those ambiguous behaviors towards her, a male "prince" that shouldn't be done, is it because they don't have the nourishment of gentleness? , Didn't he miss the woman he spent the whole night with? This is the proof.
As long as he marries Yu Wangfei, has a tender woman by his side, and is satisfied with a vigorous blood, he will not always belittle her, the prince.
Princess Zhaohua falls in love with Murong Yu, so wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone
Thinking of this, the corners of Murong Ci's lips curled up slightly.
"His Royal Highness is thinking about something happy, let's hear it"
The deep and hoarse voice, like the voice of a demon in the dark night, is so close at hand, it is creepy.
Her heart trembled, she straightened up suddenly, and turned her head.
However, what was thrilling and froze her whole body was the
Murong Yu leaned forward, only a slight distance away from her, her movement was just right, her lips met his thin lips.
He obviously froze all over, and the soft lips struck and stayed on his lips, like a butterfly with its wings resting on the flowers and leaves, like the morning dewdrops sliding slowly on the green leaves.
It has a faint fragrance, is soft to the touch, and is so tender that it makes his blood rush, and his chest feels hot.
So sweet, yet so fleeting.
As if it just passed by, the geese passed without a trace.
The hall was full of people, so many pairs of eyes were watching, but she was so embarrassed by Murong Ci, she wished she could find a hole in the ground and get in.
She can't cover her face, she is the prince, doing so will cause many doubts and speculations.
But she was really ashamed, her cheeks were hot, burning all the way to her ears and neck, and the flames engulfed her whole body.
At that moment, she vaguely remembered that the masculine man's breath was warm and moist, and the aloe fragrance contained a faint smell of alcohol.
It was only a very short moment, and the two left quickly, but their hearts were both shaken.
While everyone was admiring the beauty's dance, no one saw this bizarre scene.
Murong Yu had endless aftertaste, and suddenly found that the roots of His Highness' ears and side neck were strangely red, like a cloud covered with thousands of feet, soft and delicate, adding a bit of fragrance.
A faint smile appeared on his thin lips, and he put half a bowl of yokan in front of her, "Your Highness seems to have never eaten yokan, try it."
"No, I don't like yokan."
Murong Ci sat upright, without squinting, with his hands drooping.
In fact, he felt uneasy and a little overwhelmed. Will he be suspicious or will he think of something
He leaned over again and whispered in her ear: "Why is His Highness so red?"
"I'm greedy for drinking, it's just that the color of wine is on my face." She explained hastily, she knew it without touching her face, and her face was terribly red at this moment.
"So it is"
Murong Yu sat up straight, suddenly took hold of her catkin, and gently scratched her palm with his fingertips.
Murong Ci's anger rushed to the ground, but he didn't dare to make a move, he only pulled his hand back under the cover of his wide robe.
This damned Murong Yu did it on purpose
Tried several times, but still couldn't escape the claws.
His light scratches were like the flicking of a feather, slightly itchy, soft and warm, but like slender silver needles piercing her fingertips, torturing her.
Her blood was rushing, and she was so angry that she gnashed her teeth in a low voice: "Let go"
"Your Highness molested me just now, so I want to get some interest back anyway." Murong Yu said with a smile, without changing his face.
"That's enough." Murong Ci gritted his teeth secretly, wanting to bite him to death.
He still didn't let go, as if he was addicted to playing, counting the bones of her hand one by one.
He even joked lightly: "His Royal Highness's hand is as soft as boneless, and people who don't know the inside story think it's the hand of a magnificent woman."
Such a scene, such a situation, such anxiety and fear, is really tormenting.
Her breath gradually became unstable, and she simply turned passive into active, turning nimbly in his big palm, scratching his palm lightly.
Don't you make me uncomfortable? I make you uncomfortable too.
Murong Yu was stunned, a faint smile slipped from the corner of his lips, and his big hand simply didn't move, making her fuss.
Under the cover of the wide sleeves, the two kept secret, their breath gradually became unstable.
The body also shook.
Murong Ci rubbed his middle finger for a moment, and was about to pull out his hand suddenly to make him hard to guard against, but he seemed to have expected it, and clasped her little hand, fingers intertwined, and held tightly.
Rubbing repeatedly is like rubbing ears and temples together, as if we are in love with each other.
The thin calluses at the base of his fingers rubbed hard on her softness.
Such a situation, how charming, how fragrant.
Like an unnoticed, misty and romantic spring night blooming in the hazy veil woven by the moonlight, the epiphyllum is in full bloom under the moon, the clear springs are flowing, and the boundless and charming wind and moon are fascinating and swaying.
Her whole body was cold and hot, and his heart was turbulent.
The whole world has gone away, and the splendor and splendor in front of him have all turned into an illusory back.
She subconsciously turned her head, her watery eyes were clear and penetrating, but as if covered with a thin veil, her eyes were hazy and blurred.
He also turned his head, his breathing was slightly rapid, and he stared at her for a moment, the burning heat in his chest had spread to his limbs and bones.
He didn't expect that the unintentional teasing turned into a result that even he himself couldn't expect.
There is such a lingering and charming feeling in the simple teasing with the bottom of the hand.
Murong Ci quickly retracted his hand and sat upright.
And Murong Yu didn't look at her anymore, the ripples in the lake of his heart gradually disappeared.
The maiko changed hands, with soft gauze all over her body, fluttering and whirling, dancing like the flowing wind returning to the snow, like clouds like fog, like fairies like flying.
The dance and music are splendid, the prosperity of the age.
Concubine Qiao and Princess Zhaohua were in the same case, and when she noticed that her daughter was not moving the silver chopsticks, and saw her daughter looking at the banquet opposite, she was surprised: Chang'er was looking at the prince or the royal king
Chang'er and the prince are brothers and sisters, let's see what the prince does
Suddenly, Concubine Qiao suddenly realized, but her brows were slightly frowned.
Daughter takes a fancy to the Prince Regent
"Zhaohua, you haven't toasted your father yet." She tugged at her daughter's golden-thread-embroidered phoenix feathers.
"Oh." Murong Chang picked up the white jade cup, respected the royal case from a distance, and said respectfully, "Father, my son is ignorant and left the palace without permission for half a year. My son begged my father for crimes."
"Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is a good boy. I am very comforted." Murong Cheng smiled lovingly and took a symbolic sip of tea, "Zhaohua, don't be self-willed in the future. You must obey your mother and concubine's teachings and stay in the palace." Be a beautiful princess here."
"Your servant obeys orders." She smiled softly, "Your servant will no longer be willful, stay in the palace and serve the emperor well."
"Okay, okay." He smiled and pressed his hand to let her sit down.
"Your Majesty, it's Zhaohua's seventeenth year, and it's time to grant a marriage." Concubine Xiao's voice was as sweet as a warbling, with a lingering charm, almost dripping water, "Our Royal Princess Zhaohua is loved by thousands of people, Your Majesty, please take good care of her." Think about it, and show her a good husband. This son-in-law needs to be both civil and military, handsome in appearance, and outstanding in intelligence, so that he can be worthy of Zhaohua."
Concubine Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said: "The noble concubine cares about Zhaohua, and the concubine is very grateful to the noble concubine. Although Zhaohua has reached the age of marriage, but Zhaohua is self-willed and reckless, and he has been out of the palace for half a year before returning. It is really unfilial." She said sincerely, "Your Majesty, Zhaohua is self-willed and willful. The concubine will teach her a lot in the future. There is no rush to give her a marriage. Let her learn the palace rules first, take care of her, and be filial to Your Majesty. It will not be too late to discuss it in two years."
Concubine Xiao Gui smiled, and followed the movements of the phoenix golden steps on the black and slippery hair. The golden light shone like a sword light, "Sister, Zhaohua will be nineteen in two years, and she will be an old lady. If you want to give me a marriage , it is still early, and Zhaohua is not too young, and it is not too early. What does your majesty think?"
When mentioning her own marriage, Princess Zhaohua Murong Chang lowered her head and narrowed her eyes, extremely shy.
The pink-faced peach cheeks were tactful and affectionate, full of expectations for the future son-in-law, and inexplicable joy.
She raised her eyes quietly, the waves sparkled, and the direction of her gaze was Yu Wang.
Murong Ci curled his lips mockingly, it seemed that a good thing for the royal family was imminent.
Concubine Xiao's suggestion like this is probably because she saw Zhaohua's intentions, and wanted to betroth Zhaohua to a famous son, as long as it wasn't Murong Yu; secondly, she took the opportunity to cut off the arm of Concubine Qiao. Doting, Concubine Qiao's mother is more precious than her daughter, and she has divided the holy favor.
Concubine Xiao's move can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Murong Cheng smiled kindly, "Zhaohua is indeed not young, but I have to choose my son-in-law carefully."
After hearing these words, those courtiers and young men from famous families who wanted to marry the princess, to shine on the lintel, and to make it to the top were secretly delighted, and began to think in their hearts how to win the favor of Princess Zhaohua.
This is an excellent opportunity, don't miss it