Ji Liuyun rubbed the memorial lightly with his fingers, his eyes flickered slightly: "Your Majesty has not reached the point yet, Duke Zhen will not agree."
"What does it matter if it hasn't reached Ji yet?"
Xu Wei grinned and smiled: "First settle the marriage, after two years, wait for His Majesty to come of age, then get married.
"It's not as easy as you think."
Ji Liuyun glanced at him sideways, and smiled suddenly, with a pun: "They haven't learned how powerful Lin Jiaerlang is, and they will stop laughing soon."
*
Just as Ji Liuyun expected, since the princes from Xichu and Nanxun who were sent to marry by the two countries publicly expressed their admiration for His Majesty in public, bad luck continued.
Prince Xichu was visiting Zuixian Tower, for some reason, his foot slipped and he rolled down the stairs.
He fell so ashamed and embarrassed.
Prince Nanxun rode a horse for an outing. In a farm outside the suburbs of Beijing, for some reason, he frightened his horse, fell off the horse's back, and almost fell off a front tooth.
Prince Xichu lost his interest in drinking and listening to music, and wanted to go to the temple fair to relax. He passed the stone arch bridge, but unfortunately, he was pushed and fell into the river ditch by the crowd.
Prince Nanxun came back from the farm in a disappointment. He passed the tower on horseback when a flower pot fell from the sky and hit the ground.
The mount was frightened again, overturned him from the horseback, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, bumped into a passer-by before he could barely stop.
The embarrassment of the two princes was completely lost, and it became a joke among the people of the capital city after dinner.
He was no longer as energetic as before, hiding in the post house and not daring to show his head.
*
"Hahaha, you're so laughable."
In the private room on the second floor of Zuixian Tower, He Yao laughed wantonly in front of a group of acquainted powerful children: "You didn't see that when Prince Xichu climbed up from the ditch dripping mud, that sour The expression is really indescribable."
"That's Lin Jiaerlang, dare to play tricks on them."
"Why are you plucking hair?"
Li Mulin's elder brother, the eldest grandson of the General's Mansion, Li Jian, didn't like what he heard, and made a gesture of raising a knife to chop meat.
"If they dare not open their eyes and covet the goddess of our Fengqi country, next time they will not pluck their hair, but chop off their tail directly."
"If you want me to say, you did the right thing."
He Yao smiled and agreed: "Your Majesty is the goddess in the hearts of our Fengxi people. She is noble and unparalleled in the world. No one is worthy of her, and she cannot be defiled by anyone, especially those with impure thoughts in the name of marriage. Toad."
"right!"
Li Jian raised his hands in agreement: "Your Majesty is the goddess of our Fengqi Kingdom, you cannot marry foreign princes, they are not worthy!"
"You two just follow suit."
Prince Qi shook his head helplessly, and gave the two of them a supercilious look.
*
Xuanyuan Qing was frightened, and her heart ached when she heard about the flower viewing feast. Under the double blow, she fell ill.
Lin Jinyun personally invited Master Mo Gu of the Medicine King Valley to go to the post house to treat him.
Xuanyuan Qing was unconscious, lying on the bed, her face was pale and her breathing was weak, like a fragile porcelain doll.
Lin Jinyun was in a trance, and the picture of her clumsy climbing up the treetop to pick a kite flashed in her mind, and her heart softened for a moment.
His eyes fell on the shallow scratches on the white wrist, and another wave of hostility surged up.
"The eldest princess is fine. Drink a few decoctions and rest in bed. She will recover in less than ten days."
Master Mo Gu diagnosed the disease, wrote down the prescription like flying.
https://
The genius remembers the address of this site in one second:. Chasing Book Artifact Bar Novel Network mobile version reading website: