Xiao Bei ignored it, looked at Xiao Xi, and said with a half-smile: "You really think so?"
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Xiao Xi glanced at Xiao Bei lightly.
"I thought you didn't want to face parting. After all, it's the first time you paid attention to a woman in so many years. Unexpectedly, she already has a fiancé..." Xiao Bei said lightly, with a little bit of light in his clear voice. Joking: Xiao Xi has always been cold-hearted and indifferent to everyone, but when he sees Murong Xue, his expression will become very gentle. With this kind of him, does he have any intentions towards Murong Xue? I don't even believe in liars...
Something flashed quickly in Xiao Xi's eyes, and he said in an unhurried manner: "Xiaohu likes Murong Xue very much, so I naturally have to be gentle with her, otherwise, Xiaohu will be very sad."
"It's really just like that?" Xiao Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Xi, obviously not believing his words.
"Of course it's just like this, the emperor is so pretentious to match me and Murong Xue together, I'm afraid it's because the ulterior motives are not in the bar!" Xiao Xi raised his eyes to look at Xiao Bei, and there was a dark light in the dark pupils.
Seeing Xiao Bei's eyelids twitch violently, a very bad premonition arose in his heart, and when he was about to speak, Xiao Xi spoke first: "I almost forgot, the emperor has already ascended the throne as emperor, and he can establish a queen and choose a concubine. It is the emperor's freedom to choose which daughter to be the empress and which daughter to be the concubine. The shrine will never intervene. The emperor can rest assured to establish the empress and choose the concubine. There is no need to remind me with such reasons... "
Xiao Bei's complexion was slightly dark, and he said bluntly: "I have no intention of choosing a concubine for the time being."
Xiao Xi shook his head in disapproval: "The emperor is already the king of a country, and he is in the court every day to take care of all kinds of affairs. How can he do without anyone in the harem? Even if he doesn't choose a concubine, he still has to be a queen..."
Stand up
Thinking of a strange woman appearing in his room and getting along with him day and night, Xiao Bei's head ached slightly, and he randomly found an excuse: "Yuan Xu is half a year older than me, and he hasn't even gotten married yet, why am I so anxious..."
"Yuan Xu is the son of the Marquis of Qingyang. He has two younger brothers who are direct relatives. It doesn't matter if he gets married early or late. Besides, he has to wait for Ling Yan. It will take fifteen years to get married at the earliest. And our royal family surnamed Xiao, only Let the two of us have direct bloodlines, I am the high priest of the shrine, I cannot marry a wife, if the emperor does not marry a wife and have children, what will happen to Nanzhao in the future?" Xiao Xi asked unceremoniously.
"I didn't say I couldn't get married... I haven't met a woman I like yet, and I don't want to marry..." Xiao Bei said confidently.
Xiao Xi was unmoved, and said leisurely: "The emperor means that the beloved woman should be the queen."
"En." Xiao Xi nodded heavily, he is the emperor of Nanzhao, the empress of Nanzhao, so naturally if he likes it.
"Then the emperor should choose the concubine first, and let the concubine temporarily manage the harem on behalf of the empress. After the emperor is established, the power of the harem will be handed over to the empress..." Xiao Xi gave a 'considerate' suggestion.
"No." Xiao Bei refused without thinking, "The woman I like, I will never wrong her, I must marry her first..." The matter of accepting a concubine will never be carried out before the queen is established.
Xiao Xi looked at Xiao Bei with a strange look, as if he did not expect that he would respect the queen so much: "Then the emperor must find your sweetheart as soon as possible, after all, the next emperor of Nanzhao, as well as God The next high priests in the palace must be the sons of the emperor. If they are born too late, they will not grow up in your and my lifetime, and the Nanzhao country will be in trouble... "
Xiao Bei's complexion was slightly dark: "I know... I won't let the Nanzhao Kingdom die in my hands... I still have a lot of state affairs to deal with, so I'm going back to the palace first."
Fearing that Xiao Xi would say anything about the future queen or future prince, Xiao Bei waved his sleeves, turned around, and strode out without looking back.
"Respectfully send off the emperor!" Xiao Xi said casually, even sitting still, without any intention of sending off respectfully.
The two maids standing at the entrance of the temple looked at each other, and secretly shed a tear of sympathy for Xiao Bei: The emperor's cultivation is not deep enough, and he couldn't make fun of the high priest, but was killed by the high priest instead. Jun, what a pity...
However, the emperor just said that the high priest has a sweetheart, is it true or false
The maid quietly raised her eyes to look at Xiao Xi, and saw him standing in front of the window, bathed in the pale golden sunlight, looking at the distant sky, wondering what he was thinking...
Under the golden sunlight, the rosewood carriage drove into Qingyan Capital, and the bustling streets were bustling with people coming and going.
Sitting in front of the car window, Murong Xue opened the car curtain, looking at the numerous shops, all kinds of small businesses, and the bustling streets, she sighed softly: After running around for several months, I finally came back...
"Xue'er, is your wedding gown embroidered?" A clear voice suddenly rang in my ears, soft and soft, like a spring breeze.
Murong Xue nodded in a strange way: "It's already embroidered!" Her wedding dress was embroidered by the embroiderer from Yixiang Pavilion. Although she hasn't seen the finished product yet, the first wedding day they agreed on has passed. After so long, the wedding dress must have been embroidered long ago.
"I just received a letter from Feige from my father. The 16th of this month is an auspicious day for marriage. The Xiaoyao Palace has already arranged all the marriage matters. Since your wedding dress has been embroidered, I will let the servants send it to you." Congratulations!" Ouyang Shaochen rested his chin lightly on Murong Xue's shoulder and said softly, his strong arms gently wrapped around Murong Xue's waist.
If there is an invisible ink bamboo aura lingering around her body, clean and cold, but also charming, Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally, and she nodded lightly: "Send it!"
Her dowry, wedding dress, and many other items for getting married have also been prepared long ago, and she can get married at any time.
"Then let's just wait for the sixteenth of this month!" Ouyang Shaochen's warm breath sprayed against Murong Xue's ears, it was warm and soft, faint, and slightly ambiguous.
There were two imperceptible blushes on Murong Xue's beautiful face, she gave a vague hum, and looked sideways at Ouyang Shaochen, her lips touched a moist spot, facing her deep and long eyes, like a dark night The charming pupils in the eyes exude an ambiguous atmosphere.
Murong Xue's eyes widened in surprise, and the moist touch on her lips became more and more thick. It was her lips that touched Ouyang Shaochen's lips, and the blush on Murong Xue's cheeks became more intense. , Ouyang Shaochen held her lips tightly, kissed her lightly, and the faint fragrance of black bamboo spread quickly in his mouth.
Murong Xue was robbed of all her breath, she was a little out of breath, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and was about to push him away a little, when the carriage stopped suddenly, Murong Xue was caught off guard, staggered violently, and almost hit car wall.
Ouyang Shaochen hurriedly pulled her back, and said anxiously, "Why did you stop suddenly?"
"Returning to my son, there are people blocking the way." Wuhen who was driving the car reported in a deep voice.
Ouyang Shaochen frowned, opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw a young man standing in front of the carriage. He was dressed in purple, with a slender figure, a handsome face, and dark eyes with glints of light. It was Jing Jing. Wang Yeyichen.