Ma Ye

"What do you think the emperor wants?" Although it was a question, the tone was unquestionable. On the bed, the Empress Dowager Xie, who was wearing a fine attire, squinted her eyes and petted the big white cat. The red cardamom nails were particularly eye-catching.

"Since Bei Mo intends to make a marriage, Lingyang is the only suitable princess in our country of Zhao." Empress Dowager Xie continued.

"Mother, Lingyang is weak and sick after all, and this Beimo..." The emperor looked distressed.

"Needless to say, the princess of my country of Zhao dare not bully Bei Mo. Tomorrow, you can order Lingyang to return to Beijing. She has been training in Taiping County for nearly nine years, and she should be doing it for my country of Zhao." Time to contribute." Empress Dowager Xie interrupted the emperor, and smiled when she saw that the emperor was unhappy, "What? Could it be that you feel sorry for your sister, who is a compatriot, and even wants to resist what your mother says?"

The emperor looked up at the domineering Empress Dowager Xie, and shook his head weakly, "May the empress wait for Lingyang to return to Beijing before discussing it? Lingyang has always been stubborn, and the emperor will not take her when he is here."

Empress Dowager Xie snorted coldly and said displeasedly, "Then wait for her to come back."

The next day, General Yufeng entered the palace to face the saint, and the emperor persuaded everyone to retreat and had a secret talk with him.

The general was dressed in black clothes, his body was too slender, and there was a wind in his bones that radiated from the inside out. Seeing that there was no one in the Qinzheng Hall, he chuckled a few times and took off his mask.

"Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for many years, I miss you so much." The man with a beautiful face under the mask smiled slightly, and took Ming Huang into his arms and hugged him.

The emperor recovered from the startled glance just now, and smiled indulgently, "Lingyang, you are still so ignorant."

The tone was not at all blaming, the emperor pushed his arms away and carefully looked at the tall and strong young brother, sighed with emotion, "You are tall again."

"Fortunately, I'm only half a head taller than you." Zhao Heng whispered.

The emperor was worried, "I'm so tall, how can I get married in women's clothing, my appearance doesn't change much."

Zhao Heng's complacent face changed, and he said displeased, "When did I say that I want to restore women's clothing?"

The emperor pretended to be stupid, "You are the princess of Lingyang, the princess of Lingyang who is greatly favored by Zhao Guorong, and you have your own fief Taiping County, how could you just say no."

"..." Zhao Heng was silent, he was not as good as Brother Huang in terms of bickering, and he admitted defeat, "Brother Huang, don't make fun of me, I have the status of General Yufeng now, so I can help you secretly, go to be that bastard, etc. What is the dead princess doing?"

The emperor looked at him and smiled for a while, then told him what the queen mother said, "She wants you to go to Beimo to get married."

Zhao Heng glared, his phoenix eyes were calm and pretentious, "What kind of bad idea did this old witch come up with?"

"Perhaps something has been found out." The emperor stopped laughing and lowered his head in deep thought, "You have been in Beimo all these years, not in the fief. Even if someone plays you, something will inevitably go wrong."

Zhao Heng sneered, "The people around me are absolutely trustworthy. The old temptress probably thinks that I have too much power and wants to marry me off to take back my fiefdom."

The emperor thought for a while and nodded, "I said we will discuss it when you come back. It is a long way from Taiping County to Kyoto, and it will take half a month. Then you can choose a time to go back and pretend."

Zhao Heng's face turned black and white in an instant.

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It was only after such a haircut that I realized how short it was, hahahahaha