Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 60 The Sick Crown Prince (16)

Emperor Ming's expression was slightly restrained: "It's good to have a little martial arts."

"Cen'er is already eighteen this year, and it's time for him to become a husband." Emperor Ming pointed his fingertips lightly at the table, with a half-smile, "When the prince is free in a few days, I will hold a feast of flowers."

The tone is unmistakable.

A dark color flashed across Ming Cen's eyes, and he could see displeasure: "Thank you, Your Majesty, if there is a suitable person, I will definitely hire you with three matches and nine gifts. But I only choose one person, and the one who has more will live in Zhaohe Palace." No more."

"What do you mean?" Emperor Ming was furious.

Are you mocking her with what happened back then? ?

"Didn't the ministers say that my minister is small-minded?" Ming Cen's face was calm, and his voice was slow, "My minister is really small-minded, so small that he can only pretend to be one person, unlike your mother, who is open to everyone."

As soon as the words fell, a pen and inkstone struck directly, and she didn't hide, letting it hit her forehead.

In an instant, the blood blurred her eyes, slid down her beautiful jawline, and finally merged into the black uniform.

"There's no need for you to point fingers and scold Huai like this, I did this for the sake of the overall situation!" Ming Huang's eyes were full of anger, and his fingertips holding the handrail turned white, "The emperor's husband is still your father's, and the prince is still yours. What are you dissatisfied with? How dare you talk to me like this?!"

Ming Cen: "My son is not dissatisfied, it's just that everyone has their own ambitions, and my son is like a couple for a lifetime."

The tone was gentle and unhurried, it seemed that Emperor Ming was the one who made trouble.

Emperor Ming's face turned green with anger.

If the petty person before was scolding her in a roundabout way, then this lifelong couple almost stabbed a knife into her heart.

Back then, because of her humble background, she used the lie of being a couple for a lifetime to deceive the heart of Su's son-in-law, and thus borrowed Su's favor.

But it was also because of this that she knew very well how powerful the huge Su family was.

The emperors of all dynasties were afraid of this knife, and there was already a Xie family who couldn't move it. How could she let such a powerful family continue to develop?
The Xie family does not admire imperial power, but the Su family is different.

So after ascending to the throne, she planned the rebellion by herself and took back the military power of the Su family.

Seeing that she was approaching the verge of fury, Ming Cen "let it go": "Mother wants to host the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and I will fully cooperate."

Don't you just want to insert a big eyeliner around me?

"But whether there is a suitable candidate...I don't know."

Ming Cen added with a smile.

The empress, whose complexion had eased just now, heard the blue veins on her forehead, and roared: "What? You still want to choose by yourself?! Who else do you want??! Can I give you Xie Huaiyu?!"

After yelling, Emperor Ming paused: "You don't really want Xie Huaiyu, do you?"

The arc on the corner of Ming Cen's mouth has not had time to retract: ...? ? ?Is it written on my face?

Emperor Ming saw Ming Cen's slight stupefaction, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped even more happily: "Don't even think about it, what is his identity and what is your identity? Xie Huaiyu is going to marry, and he is marrying the real prince of a country." !"

"Mother, you think too much." Ming Cen's lips curled up slightly, but he couldn't see any joy or worry, "Do you just marry when you let someone marry you?"

Emperor Ming: ...

"Get out of here!!"

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Outside the palace, winter snow is flying.

Ming Cen walked slowly on the way back to Zhaohe Palace.

Qiuyue was holding an umbrella for her to prevent the falling snow from falling on her.

"Your Highness, there is a small pavilion in front, let's go there and treat the wound a little bit." Qiuyue stared at the wound on Ming Cen's forehead, full of anxiety.

Ming Cen did not speak, but walked silently.

Qiuyue reached out to grab her sleeve anxiously: "Your Highness!"

Ming Cen stopped, turned his head to look at Qiuyue.

The little girl's misty eyes vaguely reflected the redness on her forehead.

resignedly.

"The wound is no longer bleeding," she said softly.

It's really all right, she doesn't hurt at all!
Hearing this, Qiuyue's eyes hanging in their sockets rolled down like money, and even the hand holding her sleeve trembled.

Her hair was a little disheveled, and the wound where she was smashed was bloody red, with slightly blackened blood coagulated on it, and cold sweat dripped from her pale face due to blood loss.

Embarrassed.

She still smiled, comforting the little maid gently.

Beside the pavilion, a young man in a golden silk and white silk robe stood tall and tall, his tall and straight figure carried a chilling aura that could not be ignored, and his deep and bright eyes quietly watched the scene not far away.

Xie Huaiyu stared closely at the wound on Ming Cen's head, clenched his hands behind his back into fists.

The wound has stopped bleeding... Has your heart stopped too?

He didn't know why he came here. He obviously wandered outside the gate of the palace for a long time, but he still entered the palace uncontrollably.

Uncontrollably obsessed with her unspoken answer.

Xie Huaiyu really wanted to know whether she wanted him or not.

Finally found her, but met her embarrassing moment again.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly lost his courage again.

Afraid to ask her, she also told him so gently.

It's not that she doesn't want him, it's that she can't want him.

Xie Huaiyu followed her, looked at her thin figure, and sent her back to Zhaohe Palace.

Then he looked at the heavy lacquered red palace door, slowly shutting him out.

After a long time, Xie Huaiyu's shoulders were wet.

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After returning to his own palace, taking advantage of Qiuyue's time to deal with the wound, Ming Cen cleared his mind.

Deliberately letting Emperor Ming know that she knew martial arts was just a signal to Emperor Ming.

When setting up a grand banquet for her, you should also think about the power that she only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and think twice before acting.

Ever since the foreign envoy came to court, Emperor Ming became more and more uneasy, and the second emperor's daughter also kept making moves.

She knew what they were afraid of.

In addition to leading the army, the former Su family was in charge of Dazhao's diplomacy according to the customs of the past dynasties, so he had deep contacts with many neighboring countries.

When foreign envoys come to the DPRK, it is inevitable that they will not worry that the Su family will use the power of foreign countries to revive their power.

Although the Second Princess is also afraid, why is she not greedy for this style?
Otherwise, she wouldn't have talked privately with the envoy of Zhaoguo, the most ambitious country who hated the Su family the most.

The second princess wants to break the deadlock, but the power behind the prince is still unclear.

Emperor Ming also had a boulder hanging in his heart.

The only reason why Mrs. Xie stood behind her was that the third princess was the one who best met Xie's requirements for the future king among all the princesses. It is inevitable that Mrs. Xie will not be shaken by the opportunity for Ming Cen to show his edge.

Ming Cen sneered, if her good mother knew that she was not interested in the throne, would she feel like a clown jumping around?

But she is also really cruel.

Ming Cen lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes.

Apart from Chang Huan, there may be no one else in this palace who is her child.

In the past, it was not that "she" had no admiration for this mother.

This person also hugged her carefully when he was a child, praised her with a smile on his face, and patiently coaxed her to sleep late at night.

But it was also this person who coldly forced her to drink the life-killing poison.

How can you not hate?

No matter how much nostalgia is, no matter how beautiful the past is, it will fall apart at that time.

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