The beauty is delicate and soft, and he madly criticizes the powerful officials for taking her as th

Yu Tingwan was startled and suddenly turned her head. Her forehead gently brushed against his lips. She lowered her head and said, "Is this what you are going to talk to him about tomorrow?"

"nature."

There is no more suitable candidate than the Marquis of Pingyang. His background is not obvious, but he has controlled Jing Yi, is related to the King of Wei, and the Yue family is the Xie family. Anyone will give him face.

Yu Xiuyun had dealt with those noble clans for so many years when he was in Jingyi and Jinling. No one knew how to balance the complicated relationships better than him.

"Why did you choose my brother?" Yu Tingwan wanted to understand the key, but couldn't help but be confused.

These selected people will sit on the bench today, and if they are not guaranteed, they will be promoted to nobility in the future. At that time, they will all be the examiner's disciples.

Pei Zhihe should choose an old minister of the Pei family, or an old scholar with a good reputation.

And her brother, who was in his prime and was forced to surrender, was quite famous in Jingyi.

No matter what, as the king of Wei, Pei Zhi should not choose Pingyang Marquis.

"Because he is your brother."

When Yu Tingwan heard this, she stiffened. The arm around her shoulders slowly moved down and hugged her waist, making her feel uncomfortable.

Pei Zhi paused and said in a subtle voice, "And he loves you enough."

Pei Zhi found it strange every time he saw Pingyang Hou and Wanwan's affectionate brother and sister.

As a member of the Pei family, fratricide is the most common thing. Even though there is no conflict between him and Pei Shu, they do not have deep feelings.

More often than not, he is just playing the role of elder brother and father.

After all, Pei Shen's death was tragic, and Pei Su was drunk all day long. If King Wei treated his sister harshly again, he would probably have a reputation of being mean and unkind.

"Wanwan?" Pei Zhi saw that the woman in his arms remained silent for a long time and called her softly.

"My brother does love me." Yu Tingwan's mind went blank and she repeated the words she just heard as if she was sleepwalking.

"So these chosen people, who seem to belong to Marquis Pingyang, are actually yours."

Pei Zhi's voice was calm, but it fell on Yu Tingwan's ears like thunder.

"What do I want these people to do?" She resisted the answer in her heart.

Seeing that she was avoiding him, Pei Zhi was not annoyed. With a smile on his lips, he picked up the scroll that was about to slip and handed it to her.

"You will know later. They will be useful. You don't have to worry about it now."

*

Yu Tingwan brought two mahogany boxes to Pingyang Hou Mansion. As soon as she got off the carriage, she saw the servants waiting at the door.

"I have met the princess." The servants of the Hou Mansion carried the box in and led her to the backyard with great attentiveness.

When he saw Qiutao, the two boxes had been opened.

It's too far from Chang'an to Qingzhou, and if you carry valuables that are too conspicuous on the way, you may attract bandits. Qiutao also specifically said, don't give too much.

Yu Tingwan carefully selected some small and valuable things and stuffed the two boxes full.

"Alas." Qiutao glanced at the box, sighed, and stepped forward: "Princess, this is too expensive."

"I regard you as a sister, which is too little." Yu Tingwan handed Jiao Yue's letter and purse to the woman in front of her, and said with a smile: "Jiao Yue has high expectations for your husband."

"What kind of husband? This slave is not married yet." Qiutao said with her ears flushed. After reading the letter, she laughed and said, "It's really what she can say."

Qiutao carefully stuffed the purse and letter into the mahogany box, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small box inside.

She opened the box and found a square inkstone sitting neatly inside. It was a famous inkstone that Yu Tingwan collected when she was in Lingji. It has always been a treasure.

"Girl -" Qiu Tao was in a panic and forgot to address her. Seeing Chen Xing frowning, she quickly changed her words: "Princess, why did you stuff it in?"

"The first time I taught you calligraphy, I used it." Yu Tingwan said with a smile on his lips, "When you see it, you will think of me."

"But the princess used to like it the most." Qiu Tao declined several times, but seeing that she refused to take it back, he put it on the table.

For some reason, Yu Tingwan no longer felt so melancholy after seeing Qiutao.

Qiutao married the person she liked and lived a good life.

Originally, he planned to wait for Yu Xiuyun to come back, but when Shenshi was approaching, there was no sign of him, so Yu Tingwan had to go back first.

As she was about to get on the carriage, she heard the sound of a woman running out of breath from behind.

Qiu Tao handed the inkstone to Chen Xing and looked at Yu Tingwan with a lump in her throat.

She never thought that the girl would become a noble concubine, nor did she think that she would become the Princess of Wei. She thought that the girl would marry into a Qingzhou noble family.

Then she can still follow the girl.

Qiu Tao, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, also knew that King Wei was very powerful in the current situation of the court. If she had not seen King Wei's methods, she would be like everyone else in the market and thought that King Wei was a handsome gentleman and promised a lot of money.

She looked at the princess in front of her. She was dressed luxuriously, and the jade inlaid on the hairpin on her head was priceless.

Yu Tingwan didn't like luxury. She rarely even made new clothes when she was in Qingzhou. These must have been prepared by the King of Wei for her. Her cheeks were rosier than before, and she was as gorgeous as a peach and plum. She thought that she would not be short of supplements when she came to the Palace of the King of Wei.

Qiu Tao breathed quickly, glanced at the inkstone in Chen Xing's hand, and blinked sour eyes.

That was the inkstone that Yu Tingwan had brought with him when he came from Qingzhou, and he had never left it behind at any time.

"Princess, please take the inkstone back. Why give something you like to others?"

Yu Tingwan took out a silk handkerchief and gave it to the tearful woman in front of her, and said repeatedly: "I'll just take it back. She's about to get married, and she's still crying as much as before."

Qiu Tao couldn't help but laugh, wondering who cried the most when she was a child.

Yu Ting got into the carriage at night, secretly lifted the curtain and looked back, and caught a glimpse of the figure at the door of Pingyang Marquis' Mansion, who had been standing watching her farewell. After lowering the curtain, she felt a sore nose.

After the carriage stopped, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Pei Zhi had given instructions early in the morning that if the princess came back, she would be carried back to Guanjuyuan in a sedan.

The sedan suddenly stopped, and Chen Xing said softly: "There is someone in front."

When Yu Tingwan got off the sedan, he immediately saw a young man dressed in white next to a pear tree not far away, with picturesque features and clear bones. From a distance, he looked like a beautiful tree in a Yaolin forest.

"Brother." She called out, walked forward and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, but the wait won't be long." Yu Xiuyun looked gentle and glanced at the entourage behind her, "I have something to say to Wanwan alone."

The others retreated to a distance quite consciously. The young man in white had a floating expression and his voice was soft and gentle, but what he said shocked Yu Tingwan and took half a step back.

"Wanwan, do you want to be queen?"

Yu Xiuyun thought of what King Wei had said to him today, and his expression was complicated for a moment. All kinds of emotions spilled out of his pupils, making his face look a bit smoky.

"I don't want to." Yu Tingwan lowered her head and murmured.

"Do you not want to be a queen, or..."

Still don’t want to be around someone, or both.

Yu Xiuyun originally wanted to continue asking. He always wanted to ask clearly what his sister was thinking, but at this moment he felt that she might not be able to explain clearly herself.

He paused and chose another question that he thought was easier to answer.

"If King Wei is willing to let you go now, will you be willing to leave?"