Shuangjiao

"Fifth brother, please." Wen Xueqing asked the servant to buy fresh milk for the barbarian from outside, and invited Wen Wulang to come.

Knowing that Wen Goro still had resentment towards the barbecue last time, Wen Xueqing specially made some treats for him.

"I heard that barbarians eat meat with milk, brother five will try it too?" Wen Xueqing ran back and forth attentively.

Not knowing what Wen Xueqing was going to do again, Wen Wulang hesitated for a while, carefully picked up some leftover meat, and cautiously drank a mouthful of fresh milk.

The corners of Wen Xueqing's eyes twitched: "I didn't poison you."

Wen Wulang put down his chopsticks: "The way you are now is the way you are going to be poisoned."

Wen Xueqing: "... Fifth brother, can't you think in a better way?"

Wen Wulang thought for a while, and replied sincerely: "No. There is nothing to be courteous about, either adultery or robbery."

Wen Xueqing: "..."

Wen Goro sat at the table, ate a bite of meat slowly, sipped it with fresh milk, and commented: "It's a bit boring to eat like this."

Wen Xueqing sat down with him, poured hot tea and handed it over: "It's just a small favor - I just need you to say a word to auntie."

Wen Goro was unmoved: "Oh. Let me talk about what it is first."

"It's very simple, you tell your aunt that you think Lingrou is good enough to be a bride." Wen Xueqing said.

Wen Wulang stopped moving, squinted his eyes and looked Wen Xueqing up and down: "Why?"

He couldn't understand why Wen Xueqing did this.

"Don't you dislike the little lady of the Ling family?" Wen Wulang nodded with his chopsticks, "When I was in Linzhou, I was always angry for her every day."

From Wen Wulang's point of view, if Lingrou married elsewhere, it would be fine if his younger sister didn't get along with her, and the two wouldn't have to fight for the rest of their lives.

Lingrou's situation is complicated now, and he doesn't want to get involved.

"What are you going to do? Don't disturb his marriage." Wen Wulang said, "It's hard for him to find a good husband."

Wen Xueqing: "Ling Rou said she didn't want to marry."

"So you're going to sell me?" Wen Goro refused straight away, "No, you have to figure out a way for yourself."

Wen Xueqing: "This is my solution."

As long as Wen Wulang said he was interested and moved Princess Lekang to reconsider Lingrou, Wei Su and Liu Xiancong might let go.

——As long as the other party can’t get it.

"Then what's so good about the little ladies of the Ling family, one or two..." Wen Wulang muttered softly, and suddenly realized that Wen Xueqing was helping Ling Rou.

"Wen Zhenzhen, is this still you?"

Wen Xueqing was inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

Wen Wulang raised an eyebrow, his eyes were full of jokes: "You actually help Lingrou, this is not the you you used to be."

"Uh... this..." Wen Xueqing's ears turned red, "It's just a matter of one sentence to me, so what's the problem?"

"If that's the case, then go and talk to your mother yourself." Wen Wulang clapped his hands, finished eating all the roasted meat, and stepped out the door with a flick of his sleeves, "It's a matter of one sentence, you can definitely do it , the fifth brother is optimistic about you."

"what?"

Wen Xueqing froze in place: "I...I can't marry...marry her."

Wen Wulang stood at the door and asked, "Should I marry her? If you want to help her, go by yourself."

It seems Wen Goro is determined not to help her.Wen Xueqing reluctantly nodded: "Okay, okay."

When she turned her head, she saw the barbecue that Wen Goro had swept away, and when she looked at the door, Wen Goro had long since disappeared.

"If you don't help, you won't help. If you don't help, you still eat my meat. It's too wicked!"

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In fact, in Wen Wulang's view, Wen Xueqing's attitude is also very important whether Ling Rou can marry into the Ling family.

Wen Xueqing and Lingrou are at odds. If Princess Lekang feels that the two cannot coordinate well, she may really give up on Lingrou.After all, she still wants to marry a bride who can make the house peaceful.

As long as Wen Xueqing shows a little kindness to Lingrou, Princess Lekang may not be moved anymore.

...Besides, Wen Wulang wanted to know how much Wen Xueqing could do for Lingrou.

Sure enough, Wen Xueqing went to find Princess Lekang by herself, and asked her to write a letter asking the emperor to marry her.

"Your Majesty may not agree directly, but Wei Wang's son and grandson may stop here." Wen Xueqing said, "Didn't Aunt always like Ling Rou very much?"

Princess Lekang did not answer immediately.

It was true that she wanted to marry Ling Rou for her husband, but in a blink of an eye Ling Rou came to Luoyang and attracted Wei Su and Liu Xiancong.

Although the Son of Heaven asked Wen Xueqing to marry Liu Xiancong, Liu Xiancong and the Crown Princess made another appointment with Lingrou...

She had to think a lot.

"Zhenzhen," Princess Lekang looked at Wen Xueqing's black hair, "let's go back to Linzhou."

She misses Linzhou, everything there, and the warmth there.

At this moment, a charcoal fire will be lit in the hall of Wen's house, and a group of people will sit around and talk about the interesting things of the day. The children will play and joke with each other, and the hall will be filled with laughter.

Wen Xueqing: "Now?"

Princess Lekang nodded and said firmly, "Now."

Wen Xueqing was surprised, Princess Lekang still packed her luggage leisurely before, but now she can't wait.

"But..." What should Ling Rou do?

Princess Lekang had already got up and ordered her servants to pack up the items. The waterway was frozen, so they had to go back by land, and everything had to be put away.

When she turned her head, she saw Wen Xueqing still standing there, and asked, "What's the matter? Aren't you going to pack up?"

"Where is I... Lingrou?" Wen Xueqing asked again.

Princess Lekang has quickly changed her clothes, and she is going to the palace to bid farewell to the emperor.

"..." Princess Lekang was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Zhenzhen, we can't protect ourselves."

Wen Xueqing stayed where she was.

The emperor did not immediately agree to Princess Lekang's farewell. He had just recovered from his illness, and he had been quiet for a few days, turning day and night upside down, busy making up for the lost fun these days.

"Even if you want to go, it's more convenient to take the waterway. It's okay for me to wait until the beginning of spring." The emperor leaned on the couch with a smile, and embraced a new beauty in his arms.

Princess Lekang shook her head: "Now it's time for Zhengdan, and there are still a lot of things at home waiting for me to go back and preside over them, so I can't delay any longer."

"I didn't expect this. My sister is the wife of the Wen family. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, I will sacrifice to my ancestors." The emperor said slowly, "But other members of the Wen family should be able to do these things, right? I have only returned to Luoyang once in many years, and it’s okay to miss this one.”

Princess Lekang lowered her eyelashes: "Since I have become Wen's wife, I shall perform my duties. Brother Huang's kindness, sister-in-law appreciates it."

"It makes sense." The beauty in her arms snorted softly, the red mark on her delicate skin was particularly obvious.

"But A-mei is also my court princess, and the Wen family is only a courtier, can you still be restrained?"

Princess Lekang stared fixedly at the Son of Heaven: "I should go back, thank you for your hospitality these days, Luoyang is very good, but I am used to living in Linzhou."

"My sister is determined to go back?"

The emperor finally let go of the beauty in his arms and sat up straight.

"Yes."

"Miss Wen will go back with you?"

"Yes."

Princess Lekang looked determined.

Son of Heaven: "My sister insists on doing this, do you really not believe in the emperor's brother? The emperor's grandson is a good-looking talent, and I am even more optimistic..."

Now the prince's situation is not very good, the emperor was vague: "Miss Wen married the grandson of the emperor, it must be a good match. If the Wen family is not willing, I will issue a decree to grant the marriage."

"I know, but I don't want to." Princess Lekang emphasized, "It's not that the Wen family doesn't want to, but I don't want to."

The emperor smiled: "Why?"

"When my young lady was in Linzhou, she had a marriage contract with Shenhu Gao's family, but then it was suddenly broken off. Brother Huang, do you know why?"

Princess Lekang took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

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At the same time, Donggong was filled with bursts of bitter medicine.

The prince leaned against the bed with a pale complexion. On the bed, a large puddle of dark black concoction spread out.He threw out the white jade porcelain spoon in his hand vigorously, sweat dripping down his forehead one by one.

The specially fired porcelain spoon ended up falling to pieces just a few steps away from the bed.

Liu Xiancong and the Crown Princess stood beside the bed with lowered eyelids, silently watching the Crown Prince's hand weakly grasping the brocade quilt, and the sound of breathing gradually weakened.

The imperial doctor of the imperial hospital knelt neatly under the bed, but quietly looked up, peeking at the prince who was slowly losing vitality on the bed.

The surrounding area was terribly quiet, only the crown prince gasped unwillingly.

"Your Highness..." The Crown Princess made a mournful voice, bent down and leaned against the Prince's ear, holding his hand, "Don't worry, my son will live up to expectations and climb to the top of the Imperial Palace in the future."

Hearing her words, the prince's eyes suddenly popped out, the veins on his hands popped up, and he firmly grasped the princess's hand.

The panting finally stopped.

The concubine held the prince's hand, moved gently, and put his hand back into the brocade quilt.

Liu Xiancong knelt under the bed heavily, tears streaming down his face.

The palace people walked quickly, sending messages everywhere.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The crown prince... is dead!" The servant who reported the letter fell down on the ground with a mournful expression.

Princess Lekang was stunned, and the prince left just like that.

"Amei," the emperor grabbed Princess Lekang's hand, his eyes were red, "The prince is dead, do you want to go?"

Before Princess Lekang could reply, he hurriedly said: "Can you stay a little longer, and stay with me for a while."

"Brother Huang..." Princess Lekang was soft-hearted, the emperor sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man, and she was a prince with high hopes. She really couldn't bear to let him alone at this time.

She patted the emperor's back to comfort him and said, "I'll stay and leave later."

"Okay... okay..." The emperor rolled up his sleeves and wiped away his tears, "It's good that my sister is willing to stay."

Although I know the reason why Wen Gao and his family broke up the engagement, but...

The emperor closed his eyes, for the future of the dynasty, he couldn't be so soft-hearted.

The death knell of the palace rang out, and the distant and loud sound of the bell was heard throughout Luoyang. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the palace.

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It is not a surprise that the prince is gone.

He has been ill for too long, and the medicine has long been useless, otherwise the major forces would not have developed ambitiously.

The subjects were silent, marriages were stopped, and banquets, dances and music were all prohibited. The lively Luoyang City in the past suddenly fell silent, with white eyes and no smoke.

The same is the white Weidi.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is no food to eat on the barren land. The birds cooed and flapped their wings feebly, flying to farther places.

The bitter cold wind made life painful, the loud horn blew at sunrise, the horses kicked their hooves and snorted, and the black iron armor was covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

On the towering city wall, archers are waiting in full battle, the bow string is drawn into a full moon, and the arrow is aimed at the black head under the city wall.

——The Huns approached the city.