country for marriage

Feng Rao was still wearing the bright red wedding dress, and after getting up, he sat dormantly by the window for a while, brushing his hair from the distant spring to the near summer, and then went to the small study in the bedroom.

He spent the whole afternoon nestling in the study with a volume of books in his hands, until Yuan Chun came to ask him about dinner, and then he put the volume in his hand on the table.

"Have you asked His Majesty?" Feng Rao asked instead.

Yuan Chun replied: "I have asked, His Majesty said that he is still busy, so you don't have to wait for him."

Feng Rao nodded and sighed: "The weather is getting hotter, I have no appetite."

Yuan Chun, who was still respectful at first, immediately changed his expression when he heard this sentence, raised his eyebrows on his hips, and yelled at him with his eyes wide open: "You don't want to eat again? Believe it or not, I called Xia Qiu, Ren Dong, and hold you, and Jin Xia One stuffed for you to eat!"

Feng Rao made a bitter face: "The lunch is still stuck in my throat, how can I eat it?"

Yuan Chun ignored him, and directly raised his voice and said to the outside: "Jin Xia! You are having a childish temper again, and you don't want to eat dinner!"

Jin Xia didn't know what he was doing, so he didn't come in, and only moderated it with a soft tone: "Then I'll go and steam some custard for you."

Yuan Chun stared at Feng Rao, his big eyes clearly said, are you satisfied now?

Feng Rao kept complaining, but he also knew that he was no match for the two sisters, so he could only admit defeat and nod.

After Yuanchun went out, Feng Rao let out another long sigh, picked up the book he was reading just now and turned two pages, couldn't read any more, then put it back casually.

Gong Xiaohong stood outside the study door with his sword in his arms, listening to him pacing in the room, and hearing him stop after a while.

"General Gong." The people inside raised their voices to call him.

Gong Xiaohong replied outside the door: "What's the matter, young master?"

"Can you trouble the general to come in and help me grind ink? That girl Yuanchun is so angry that she won't come to talk to me for a while." Feng Rao said helplessly.

Gong Xiaohong answered yes, turned around and entered the study.

Feng Rao was opening an unwritten booklet, when he saw Gong Xiaohong, he smiled at him: "The general is laughing."

Gong Xiaohong didn't speak, picked up the ink stick and studied the ink, looking at the booklet from time to time.

Feng Rao didn't shy away from it. If Gong Xiaohong wanted to see it, he would show it to him openly, and even talked to him a few times when he picked up his pen.

After a while, Feng Rao stopped writing and murmured in a low voice: "Your Majesty should be a good emperor."

Gong Xiaohong, who had been silent all this time, asked at this moment: "Why did you say that, my lord?"

"From the day I ascended the throne, I knew that Nanyuan's strength was exhausted, and he would definitely perish in my hands. West Chu Longji, Beiyan Yanheng, and Dongling Zhang Bai, if it were you, which one would you choose?"

Gong Xiaohong was silent again.

Feng Rao said: "The lucky one is Yan Heng, if it is your crown prince or second prince, I don't know how many people will lose their lives."

After finishing speaking, Feng Rao took up the pen again and wrote down a few names on the notebook.

After he finished writing and put down the pen in his hand, he heard Gong Xiaohong say: "My lord is not quite the same as the one in the rumors."

Feng Rao smiled: "I also heard that people in Beiyan are all big and thick, and even the women are like men, and your third highness is even more outstanding, as strong as a black bear."

The men in Beiyan are indeed all brave, and the women are also stronger than women from other countries, but this rumor is really exaggerated, not to mention the last half of the sentence, although Yanheng's stature is indeed tall and mighty, but his appearance can be considered good Handsome, how could he look like a blind bear?

Gong Xiaohong couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

Feng Rao also laughed: "It can be seen that the rumors are not necessarily true."

He closed the half-dried booklet and handed it to Gong Xiaohong: "This is a list. Although the Nanyuan Dynasty has been hiding dirt and evil for a long time, there is no shortage of useful talents. You just send someone to hand it to Your Majesty." Bar."

Feng Rao originally thought that Gong Xiaohong would hand over the booklet to his soldiers and bring it back, but he didn't expect him to send it to Yanheng himself, and he went there for a long time.

The days of summer are long, and it is time to have dinner before the time to light the lamps.

Yuan Chun and Jin Xia brought custard and side dishes over, and Feng Rao asked them about Yan Heng's diet: "Have you eaten, Your Majesty?"

Yuan Chun replied: "Just now I asked someone to ask, and they said that His Majesty is busy with political affairs, and he and the generals had a hasty dinner and then went to look at the book again."

Feng Rao said with a smile: "Look, when he led the soldiers to call, I said that there is no need to read those papers, but you still stare at me to read. I can't approve of someone who is ugly, so I have to make trouble, why not Keep it all for him. Anyway, he is going to do it all over again."

Just as he was talking, Gong Xiaohong came back, came in to greet Feng Rao, and said in a low voice: "The booklet has been submitted, His Majesty has seen it, and said that Mr. Lao will take care of it."

Feng Rao nodded: "The general has worked hard too. Have you had dinner yet?"

Gong Xiaohong nodded slightly: "I ate some with His Majesty."

Feng Rao didn't force it, he just said: "Then let the general do as he pleases."

Gong Xiaohong and Yuan Chunjin Xia went out, and Feng Rao ate the custard in a dispirited manner.

Yuanchun put his feet on the window and looked into the house, and said to himself: "If I don't eat all of them, I won't skin him in a while!"

Jin Xia poked her with his finger: "You scared General Gong."

Yuan Chun immediately turned his head and glared at Gong Xiaohong who was standing beside him: "The mice in this palace are more courageous than you!"

Jin Xia pursed his lips and smiled, Gong Xiaohong held the corner of his mouth helplessly.

After a while, Yuanchun heard that there were chopsticks inside, and he went in with Jinxia to inspect, and saw that although the side dishes were left, the egg custard was eaten clean, and he was satisfied, so he didn't bother Feng Rao.

After tidying up, Yuanchun went to prepare things for Fengyu to take a bath later, while Jinxia stayed outside the palace door and waited.

Only then did Gong Xiaohong ask, "Young Master, have a bad appetite?"

Jin Xia nodded: "It's always been like this. He eats too little, and often feels dizzy after walking a few more steps. But he can't be forced to eat too much, and he will vomit it out after a while."

Gong Xiaohong frowned.

Jin Xia sighed: "The general doesn't know, my son was born to the late emperor and his elder sister, he has been weak since he was a child, and the imperial physician has also treated him for treatment, he drank one after another of the medicines, until he hurt his stomach. , but it didn’t improve, and then I didn’t dare to ask him to eat what he had or didn’t have.”

This remark was considered a secret in the palace, but Jin Xia did not change his face when he said it, which really surprised Gong Xiaohong.

Seeing him wrinkling his eyebrows and looking at him, Jin Xia covered his lips and smiled, and said calmly: "My son said, you don't need to hide anything from your majesty. Although few people know about this matter, it is not impossible. If your majesty is willing to investigate, you can certainly do so." Not to mention he doesn't care about it himself."

After hearing this, Gong Xiaohong casually asked, "Then what does he care about?"

Jin Xia looked back at him, and said seriously: "Nanyuan people."