Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 51
Huaqing Palace, the royal summer resort.

The princes, grandsons, emperors and queens gathered together, having fun.

Boating on the Mirror Lake, playing in the clear springs, secluded bamboo corridors, the scorching heat seems to be isolated outside the Huaqing Palace.

The waterfall rushes down for thousands of miles, the coolness hits the face, and the flying beads and splashing jade slide over the jade arms and walk around the body in bursts of coolness. In this cool and refreshing time, Princess Changle is not as happy and happy as she imagined, but a sense of loss faintly rises in her heart Uneasy, the thought of returning home is entwined in my heart like a thread, as if something on my mind has fallen into my bedroom.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. On the way home, the itinerary was shortened, but Princess Changle was faintly excited.

Pushing the door and entering the house, you will be familiar with the pink curtains and gauze tents, the fragrance will permeate the air, and the feeling of comfort will fill your heart.

Lightly moving lotus steps, he stopped in front of the desk, raised his head involuntarily, and gazed at the scrolls hanging on the wooden wall with beautiful eyes.

"When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy."

Vermilion lips pursed softly, muttering to herself and reading out a line of elegant handwriting.

The short poems seem to have invisible magic power, soothe the restlessness in the heart and fill the loss in the heart.

There was a slight smile on her rosy cheeks, the corners of her lips curled up, and she sighed softly.

"It seems that I am still a quiet person..."

"Ah!"

The slightly abrupt words came out, and Axiu, who had just tidied up just now, walked over with lotus steps.

"His Royal Highness likes to be quiet. It's just that if you don't take a look at this poem, you won't feel at ease."

Putting on Princess Changle's jade shoulders, Axiu leaned close to Yurun's earlobe and murmured softly.

"When I was playing, I was absent-minded. From my point of view, Her Royal Highness is not thinking about poetry, but thinking about that kid from the Li family."

Breathing out like blue in the ear, the shy words came to the heart, Princess Changle blushed, and when she got up to walk away, she gave this impolite maid a hard look.

"Hugh is babbling nonsense!"

"Young Master Li gave me a helping hand when he was in danger. I was already kind to me. In addition, the medicine stone is effective. This kind of kindness is beyond the sky."

"You little girl, why don't you show any respect, but play around instead."

With a look of sullenness on her pretty face, Yu pointed at Axiu's smooth forehead.

"You are so naughty, don't blame my family for dealing with it."

The usual threat has long been no deterrent, Axiu made a face at Princess Changle, and teased.

"The majestic Princess of the Tang Dynasty, why do you need to lower yourself and be so polite when treating ordinary people like Mr. Li?"

"In my opinion, Her Royal Highness doesn't have to feel depressed about thanking you for giving gifts. There is a saying that there is nothing to repay, and the only thing to do is to promise with your body..."

giggle.

Before the words were finished, a hearty silver bell-like laughter overflowed the corners of his lips.

The already blush cheeks turned red in an instant, and she pulled her ears. When would Princess Changle, who is naturally thin and shy, be able to withstand such teasing?

Pretending to be angry, he sat down on the seat beside him, folded his arms around his chest, raised his hot cheeks, and said nothing.

Her beautiful eyes cast aside the angry figure, Axiu stopped her smile, she sat down beside Princess Changle, put on her jade arms, and became serious.

Breaking off her jade finger, Axiu added up.

"Your Highness, the gold-plated jade pen is a good product for literati to play with. You once said that the color is too gaudy and not suitable for Mr. Li's modesty."

"The Jinzun square inkstone, exuding the fragrance of books and ink, but you feel that it is too tall and luxurious, and it is not suitable for Mr. Li's quiet, ascetic and hermit background."

"The seven-star sword is a masterpiece in the world, and you feel that the killing aura is too strong, so it is difficult for literati to see."

Her beautiful eyes swept across her blushing cheeks, and Axiu's pretty face showed a hint of sadness.

"Just one thank you gift can replace no less than a dozen rare treasures. Tell me, how do you choose this thank you gift?"

Hey ~
A slight sigh came out, and there was silence in the house.

"Who is this gift for?"

The clear voice came from outside the house with a hint of peace, lingering in the ears of the two sad figures.

The Changle official turned his head and raised his eyes, and the Empress Changsun, dressed in a gorgeous dress, came gracefully, surrounded by the princess holding the fan.

"Mother?"

The joyful voice came out, and Princess Changle stood up to greet her.

Holding the arm of Empress Changsun, Princess Changle smiled like a flower and said softly.

"The sun is shining brightly and the heat is unbearable. Why is the queen mother here?"

"It should be the minister who greets the queen mother."

cough cough cough.

Empress Changsun covered her mouth and coughed twice, took Princess Changle's tenderness with her plain hand, and sat down slowly.

There was a worried look in the phoenix's eyes, and Empress Changsun waved her hand and spoke with a slight smile.

"A bit of wind and cold, it's not a problem. I wanted to tell you when I was in Huaqing Palace. Unexpectedly, if you are sick, the queen mother will leave first."

"The queen mother came here this time, and she just wanted to talk to you about what's on her mind."

Brushing the white hair on Princess Changle's temples with her bare hands, Empress Changsun carefully looked at her cheeks in front of her eyes, with a loving smile on her face.

"Qi'er is now slim and graceful, with an alluring appearance, and the queen mother asks you, is there someone you like?"

The first time she talked about marriage with Empress Changsun, Princess Changle was taken aback for a moment before the burning heat dissipated and crawled back to her cheeks again.

"Mother... Queen Mother."

"The minister only wants to serve his mother's side, respect his children and be filial, and never think about marriage...marriage."

Touching the smooth hair, Empress Changsun smiled, and loving words overflowed her lips and teeth.

"Stupid child, how can there be any reason why children should not marry?"

"You are in the imperial family, you are clothed in rich clothes and fine food, and the court ladies and maids can also serve you. How can you let the queen mother delay your life's important events?"

Leaning forward lightly, Empress Changsun stared at that flushed cheek and said with a smile.

"Fang Xiang is the pillar of the Tang Dynasty. He is strict with self-discipline and resourceful. The second wife of the mansion, Yiai, is handsome and quite refined. She is also a well-known talented scholar in the capital."

"Qianer, what do you think of this person?"

Royal marriages have always been inseparable from political interests, and Empress Changsun understands this well.

But from the bottom of my heart, I still want to hear my daughter's voice as a reference.

Fang Yiai?
Princess Changle's whole body was shocked, and a look of astonishment appeared on her drooping cheeks.

Princess Changle, who was smart since she was a child, naturally knew the intention of her mother's words.

At present, what the prosperous Tang Dynasty needs to rely on is that the civil servants spare no effort to make suggestions.

Fang Xiang has the name of "Fang Mou Du Duan" in the Tang Dynasty. If he marries Fang Fu, the monarch and his ministers will enjoy each other.

First of all, the Fangfu has set an example for the officials of the Tang Dynasty, and the honor of being among the royal family can even arouse the desire of the officials to serve.

Secondly, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, it seems that among the younger generation, there are not many capable people except Fang Yiai, who is famous for his poetry.

When the words of refusal rolled down her lips, she hesitated, Princess Changle pondered for a moment, frowned slightly, and raised her cheeks.

"Empress, Mr. Fang's poems are indeed famous, but..."

Su took her daughter's slippery jade hand, staring at her daughter's hesitant face, Empress Changsun was as kind as a simple mother in a village, and encouraged her.

"Qian'er, the matter of marriage is actually not as scary as you think."

"I have seen that child before, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a refined aura. He is modest, but he has a bit of a shadow."

"You like poems, books and eulogies. It just so happens that this room's Yiai's poems are good. I have a mutual interest. I will definitely get along with each other in the future."

Maternal love is like a mountain, meticulous.

Between the broken thoughts, Empress Changsun said many words of comfort.

Before he knew it, it had been half an hour, and Empress Changsun saw Princess Changle's serious face, before leaving, she put her bare hands on Princess Changle's soft shoulders, and smiled calmly.

"Qian'er, the queen mother came here not to persuade her."

"You are old enough to make your own decisions, and the queen mother will definitely obey."

"Marriage is an important matter, and you need to be cautious. After you think it over, your mother will say it."

(End of this chapter)