It is a sharp knife that pierces the heart, and a sharp sword that penetrates the soul.
Murong Chang's heart was in severe pain, blood was flowing, and he was tortured to the point where his body was bruised. The brow bone was sour, and tears gushed out, but she held her neck up and held her head up. The tears were stored in her eye sockets, flowing freely and refusing to fall. The stubborn pride supported her spine, adding a bit of sad and moving charm.
Tears filled the beauty's eyelashes, and the slender eyelash feathers were also stained with moist water mist, misty, her eyes were like broken feathers, and her heart was broken in the dead shadow of the hall.
Such a delicate and delicate woman, all men in the world feel pity and care for her when they see her.
He was the only one who remained cold and unmoved.
"My lord is as strong as iron, is he so hard-hearted?" Murong Chang still didn't give up, and gradually sucked back the tears, "The consorts of princesses in the past have no real power and never take official positions, but there are exceptions. When it comes to who is the best in governing the country and the country in the court, the prince takes the second place, and no one dares to admit that he is the first. As long as I say a few words in front of the father, the prince will only be more beautiful and powerful, and will never become a pampered, Vote for idle son-in-law."
"What the princess said, the king is not worried. Besides, if the king wants to do something, he has always relied on his own hands, and will never rely on women to benefit." Disdain.
"It's Bengong who said the wrong thing." She sniffed, with an air of willingness to endure humiliation and bear the burden to get him, "Marrying Bengong, the prince is the icing on the cake, and the honor is even more prosperous. How many side concubines does the prince want to accept after marriage?" , Concubine, I have absolutely no objection, even if the lord wants to dote on the woman he likes, I will not say a word."
"The princess is so condescending and humiliating, why does this king believe that there are many people who are more suitable for the princess' son-in-law than this king?"
"Your Majesty, really don't think about it carefully."
Murong Chang stared at him, his famous handsome face was full of the coldness that repulsed others thousands of miles away, and those eyes that were shining like black jade never accepted him. I begged him in such a low voice, let go of my pride in this way, and would rather marry him if I was alone, but he was still unmoved.
Despair overwhelmed and seized her heart.
Murong Yu shook his head lightly, "The princess deserves all the pity and care of an excellent man."
She turned and left, tears pouring down like rain and flying into snow.
But he resolutely stopped in front of the palace gate and closed the palace gate with both hands.
She wiped away her tears, exhaled, pulled the ribbon around her waist, loosened her summer shirt, and turned around slowly.
Her face was mournful but dyed with the morning sun and clouds, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning bloomed on her cheeks, shining brightly, golden red and delicate.
The beautifully curved snowy neck, the soft and delicate fragrant shoulders, and the exquisite jade collarbone, quietly blooming in full bloom on a spring day with the heavy anticipation of winter, the brilliance is compelling, and it burns people's eyes.
He turned around calmly, and said softly, "Princess, don't be confused. No one can coerce this king."
"My palace's boudoir reputation has been ruined, and I can no longer marry someone else. The prince should think carefully."
Murong Chang's voice returned to normal, clear as pearls.
The icy muscles and jade bones are as cold as snow in the dim light and shadow, just like the fragrant and noble viburnum floating on the icy water.
After that, she straightened her clothes and left gracefully.
Murong Yu narrowed his dark eyes coldly, and strode away.
Qing Yuan Hall.
Emperor Murong Cheng of Yan Kingdom had just gotten up from his lunch break, and when he learned that Princess Zhaohua was waiting in the main hall, he let her in.
Seeing that his beloved daughter's beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen, her expression was different, and she was not beaming and chattering like usual, he felt distressed, and secretly thought, what happened to Zhaohua
"Zhaohua, who made you angry?" He asked lovingly.
"Father, my minister's marriage is related to my lifelong happiness, and I don't want to marry a man I don't like at all." Murong Chang said aggrievedly, with tears streaming down his eyelashes, pitiful and pitiful.
"Marriage is always the order of your parents. Zhaohua, don't be willful, I will definitely pick a son-in-law for you." Murong Cheng's face turned cold, and he said earnestly, he will never compromise on this matter.
"If you want me to be satisfied, let me choose by myself, otherwise I will not be satisfied." She was so angry that her cheeks bulged, showing a bit of a daughter's coquettish attitude.
After all, she's going to marry that man
Immediately, his face was displeased, and he frowned and said: "Zhaohua, I'm doing it for your own good. If you don't know how to advance or retreat like this, I will get angry."
She could see that the emperor would never compromise.
After a long silence, her eyes were fixed, and she said decisively: "My son and Yu Wang are in love with each other."
Suddenly there was an angry Shen Lang voice from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, I am ashamed of your majesty. Just now, the minister was reviewing the memorial in the upper study room. Princess Zhaohua sympathized with the minister and sent him iced melons and fruits to taste. The minister thought the princess was just passing by. I came to visit my minister, and I sent him iced melons and fruits to relieve the heat in this hot summer. Unexpectedly, after I left the melons and fruits, the princess mistakenly thought that I was yearning for the princess. Your Majesty, I have been wronged. The princess is a younger sister, and she has never had an affair with a child."
Murong Yu turned to her, very sincerely, "Princess, I don't know what I did wrong, I caused the princess to misunderstand, I deserve to die. But don't worry, the princess, the prince will definitely choose a son-in-law with both civil and martial arts and extraordinary bearing to match the princess. "
A bunch of words that Murong Chang had prepared got stuck in his throat, and he felt tight and angry.
He said what he said, and she can say it again
What
Originally, he wanted to make him submit and let his father compromise with the fact that they had a physical relationship, but he unexpectedly guessed her intentions and came here in a hurry.
Crushing white teeth and swallowing blood.
Her face was ashen, no matter how unwilling she was, she could do nothing about it. Even if she said those words, father would not stand by her side.
Murong Cheng glared at his beloved daughter, his face turned pale with anger.
This daughter is really spoiled.
"Your Majesty, it may be that the weather is very hot and the princess has been exposed to too much sun, so she behaves badly and speaks nonsense." Murong Yu said softly.
"Zhao Hua, how I indulged and pampered you in the past does not mean that marriage matters can be left to your discretion."
Murong Cheng's face was livid, and his anger still persisted. Although he knew that his beloved daughter had always been arrogant and stubborn, this time he might really have fallen in love with Murong Yu. However, he did this for her own good, and she will understand in the future.
Thinking of this, he hardened his heart, and said coldly: "In such a hot day, don't run around, just stay in the dormitory and think about your mistakes. You must be there on the day of the martial arts test. Zhaohua, if you do something that disappoints me, I will never forgive you for being generous and laughable."
Murong Chang stared at Murong Yu steadfastly, as if he hadn't heard his father's reprimand, his beautiful eyes were filled with hot tears, shimmering and swaying, full of water, intertwined with resentment, sadness, and love, but all of them were eager to him affection.
This gesture, this obsession, is moving.
"Why do you want to piss me off to death?" Murong Cheng couldn't get angry when he saw her expression, and sternly scolded, "I really hurt you for nothing, go back and think about your mistakes behind closed doors, and you are not allowed to step out of the bedroom."
"My son, leave." She glanced at her father, then at Murong Yu, and finally flew away with a pale face and red and swollen eyes.
The moment he turned around, tears and rain flew, splashing down on the dusty palace bricks.
Murong Cheng let out a long sigh, "I spoil you too much, in exchange for being heartbroken."
Murong Yu said softly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the princess will definitely understand."
Murong Cheng nodded, actually a bit puzzled by Murong Yu's words and deeds, he has lofty ambitions, great intelligence, and hidden ambitions, why he insists on not marrying Zhaohua, as long as he marries Zhaohua, he will be more honored and powerful, and even he He could pinch Zhaohua and threaten himself, but he didn't do that.
Murong Yu was becoming more and more difficult for him to see through.
And Murong Yu knew why His Majesty was determined not to let Princess Zhaohua marry him.
After many days of preparation, the first literary test of the consort's selection competition was held as scheduled, and the venue for the literary test was the Hall of Martial Arts.
Before the hour came, the thirty-six talents who participated in the recruitment competition were waiting outside the hall, standing in twos and threes chatting together.
At a glance, Yi Shui'er is dressed in brocade clothes, Yi Shui'er has a dignified appearance, Yi Shui'er has an extraordinary appearance, and Yi Shui'er talks eloquently.
Some people are naturally arrogant and have eyes on the top of their heads and disdain to chat with others, some are humorous and chattering non-stop, some are as gentle as a jade tree, graceful and suave, and personable. The well-known sons and young talents are all here.
Murong Ci, Minister of Rites He Guang, and Minister of Rites arrived at the hour, and the servants opened the door of the hall and led the way for everyone to enter.
The hall is spacious, and the servants have placed thirty-six short tables in advance, and all the young people are seated, excitedly waiting for the test questions to be distributed.
Murong Ci and the Minister of Rites sat in the first seats, and the waiters on the left and right handed out the test questions.
After reading the two test questions on the white paper, the young talents had different reactions. Some frowned, some breathed out, some smiled confidently, and some were nervous.
At this time, a notification from the servant came from outside the hall: "The king is here!"
Murong Ci's mind was moved, and he suddenly looked up to see what he was doing
If you don't stay in the study room to review the memorials, you can join in the fun and there are things for him everywhere.
That day Princess Zhaohua made such a fuss in the Qingyuan Hall, she had heard about it, but she never thought that he would push Zhaohua far away, without leaving any sympathy.
But she also understands that his resolute refusal is to prevent Zhaohua from continuing to fall into it, and the most deadly thing is to keep going.
There was a sound of standing up in the hall, and the man stepped in like a dragon and a tiger, covered in bright sunlight, as if he was stepping on the world, everything, and the vast human world.
Wearing a purple gold crown on his head and a black gold embroidered python robe, he has a proud posture and a magnificent aura.
Wherever the eyes went, there was chill.
For some reason, Murong Ci felt that today's Murong Yu was dressed in his usual clothes, but he was a little more majestic than usual, his handsome face was a little more dignified, and his eyes were a little more calm and prestige. The whole person exudes an intimidating aura.
He Guang, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, led a group of colleagues from the Ministry of Rites, and brought thirty-six young talents to pay homage, "My lord."
She sat leisurely, staring at him.
The thirty-six young talents who participated in the literary examination bowed and bowed their heads, all of them were respectful.
Either bury your heart in the dust, worship deeply, and be in awe; or hold your breath, and feel that it is an offense to God to even look up.
She curled her lips playfully, do you want to be scared like this