Destiny in this life: Sisterly love is deep and dreams are sweet

On this day, Murong Yi and Murong Yu went to Zichen Hall to discuss political affairs with the Holy One.

After discussing the political affairs, it was almost lunch time.

"My son, please leave now."

The Holy Father said at this time: "Stay and have lunch together!"

Murong Yu looked surprised. It had been a long time since father and son had a meal together. Except during festivals, where would they sit together and have a meal in peace.

Murong Yu wanted to refuse, but Yan Hua was still waiting for him to return at the palace.

But Murong Yi agreed, "Thank you, father."

Murong Yu looked reluctant, and then the Holy Master ordered someone to pass the meal around. The father and son sat down. The Holy Master smiled and said, "How long has it been since we, father and son, had a meal together?"

Murong Yu said with a strange tone: "Father, the emperor goes to Weiyang Palace more often, and the sons and the emperor's brother often accompany the mother to have meals."

Murong Yi glared at him and signaled him to stop talking nonsense.

The Lord's face suddenly changed, but he still said calmly: "In a blink of an eye, you have all grown up and started a family. A Yi will soon be the father of the king, so A Yu should hold on tight."

"There is no need for father to remind me, I know it well."

The Holy Emperor is still friendly and cheerful, and he is not an old fool. Among all his sons, these two legitimate sons are the ones he loves the most.

"I'm just waiting to hold my grandson."

"Father said yes."

"Eat it!"

Murong Yu ate delicious food, but he always felt uncomfortable when he was with His Majesty. When he was a child, he was actually very attached to the Holy Emperor, and their father-son relationship was particularly good. Later, because he came to Weiyang Palace less and less, and even saw his mother crying many times, Murong Yu fell in love with him.

At that time, he made a vow that he would never become a man like his father.

The Holy Emperor also thoughtfully served them food, which made Murong Yu feel flattered and had an indescribable feeling.

Murong Yi was the same, but said awkwardly: "Thank you, father."

"Thank you, Father."

Murong Yi also took this opportunity to tentatively ask about An Le's marriage.

"Father! Anle has reached the age of marriage. I wonder what your father has planned for Anle's marriage?"

"Do you have a candidate for your consort?"

"Anle has her own ideas and someone she likes."

The Holy Sage's most beloved daughter is Princess Anle, so he will naturally fulfill her happiness and ask, "Who is that person?"

"Wang Yuebin, son of Marquis Weiyuan."

"It's him?"

"Yes! He and Anle have known each other since childhood. This is also fate."

The Holy Emperor's expression was a little displeased, and he still had a grudge against Wang Yuebin, "He is the cousin of King Qi. Do you want Anle to marry him?"

"It doesn't matter who he is, what's important is who he is? Anle likes him, and as an elder brother, he naturally wants to fulfill her. Doesn't father want to fulfill Anle's wish?"

The Holy Emperor loves An Le, but if he is threatened and gets involved with King Qi, he will naturally hesitate.

"Do you really think Anle will be happy if she marries Wang Yuebin?"

Murong Yi believed in his ability to judge people. Wang Yuebin was indeed a reliable person. Regardless of his character or talent, he was worthy of Princess Anle's trust for life.

"My son believes that Wang Yuebin can bring peace and happiness."

"Let me think about this again. Anle's marriage cannot be decided so hastily."

When Murong Yu was about to say something, Murong Yi kept giving him winks. Murong Yu had no choice but to give up and ate a big piece of meat. When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them hard.

But he still had a resentful look on his face, very unconvinced.

The Holy Emperor suddenly lost his appetite and kept thinking about this matter.

Murong Yu hasn't eaten a few bites yet? When Murong Yi saw this, he stood up and said, "Father, my son, I, and A Yu have done their best and will leave first."

Murong Yu became even more angry now, so he took a few bites.

The Holy Emperor did not try to persuade him to stay, but said, "Go!"

"My son retire."

Murong Yu reluctantly stood up and saluted. Why not not eat this meal?

After leaving the Zichen Palace, Murong Yu complained, "Brother Emperor, what do you think my father means? I didn't even eat a few bites, but he let us leave hungry? Then what kind of meal did he leave us with? I'm so angry."

"Can't you be more discerning? Didn't you see that my father was hesitating? At this time, don't hang around in front of him."

"What about An Le's marriage? Is it possible to just forget about it?"

"How is it possible? An Le will be willing?"

"It's really troublesome."

"Okay! You can leave the palace first! I'll go to Weiyang Palace to discuss it with my mother."

"I got it." Murong Yu couldn't be of much help. He could still help a little with the matter of force, but it was better for him not to get involved in such brain-intensive matters.

Murong Yu left the palace and returned to the palace, where Lu Yanhua was having a leisurely meal alone.

The little mouth is stuffed and bulging, like a little hamster.

Murong Yu came in without letting anyone know, and happened to see her having a delicious meal.

He had just sent a message to her that he would stay in the palace to have dinner, so there was no need to wait for him.

Lu Yanhua was eating when she suddenly saw him coming back. Her mouth was bulging and she was speechless.

Murong Yu came to her side, worried that she would choke, and said, "Don't worry, just swallow it first."