emperor of a dynasty

"Didn't I not think of going there?" Murong Xun retorted, and after a moment of silence, she continued, "Jian Er is good, but the problem is that the Jian family will definitely not agree with this relative." She could I still remember her father's angry look when he talked about the Jian family. After all, it was just anger, but the Jian family would rather go to hell than marry the royal family.

But Jian's family has not been married to the royal family for several generations, so when talking about Jian Er and Murong Cong, Murong Seng sighed, "It's a pity, I think that young man is a good young man, okay."

Her regretful look didn't know that she thought it was because she didn't get married with Jian Zhi, which made Yan Wuwei sullenly say, "What a young man?"

"Both civil and military, majestic and superior to Pan..." As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Xun suddenly realized, and immediately changed his words, "That's it, naturally, it's incomparable with Xiangguo, um, it's incomparable."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

After a pause, she said unhappily, "Slick tongue."

Hearing this, Murong Xun retorted unwillingly, "You don't know how long I haven't eaten oil?"

The woman said coldly, "I don't know."

So a certain Wang Xizi came forward and pouted, "Then why don't you try it?"

"..."

Winter is over and spring is coming, and the flowers are gradually waking up, and soon it will be March. Every year in March, the Qin Palace has the rules of spring hunting. The hunting did not take a lot of effort to hold, but the king started in the hunting ground and shot the first arrow of the spring hunting, which kicked off the prelude to the spring hunting.

The hunting ground is in the woods seventy miles outside the capital city. Murong Xun never rode a horse to hunt every spring hunting because of his health. You are 15 years old, you are an adult. Go, use your ability to make a good fortune for Gu."

This was the first time in the past six months that the prince had such a pleasant face on the prince's face, and the prince's party couldn't help but be ecstatic.

"Qi'er understands." Changing into a military uniform, Mu Cong was full of heroism, and he was at his most beautiful age, which attracted the attention of many ministers' children.

Maybe it's because of the good weather. During the few days of the spring hunting, Murong Yu was always in a good mood. The prince, Murong Cong, was also very upbeat this time. He really won the first prize in the spring hunting. The king was very happy, and praised her several times, and what he said along with it saved the prince from the crime of claustrophobia, which meant that Mu Cong entered the court situation again.

In fact, this is not what Murong Xun is doing on the surface, but she really sees that the current Murong Container has grown up a lot.

"It seems that after Jian Er went to the East Palace, it will be very beneficial to the crown prince." Afterwards, Murong Yan talked about this matter to Yan Wuwei very seriously, "I think they are both talented and beautiful, and they have mutual emotions. If it is successful, I am also willing to go to Jane's house to propose marriage for the two of them."

In other words, no matter how indifferent the Jian family is, they would not dare to condescend to the king of a country to propose marriage, right?But in the words, Murong Xun's respect for Murong Container is still very moving.

Now that the words have come to this point, Murong Xun said again, "Qi'er is also a 15-year-old adult, it's time to discuss marriage. The morale of the frontier is low, and Guoxi really needs to encourage him."

Yan Wuwei didn't know what he thought of, and after listening to it, he thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Yan Wuwei paused, "It's nothing, I'm just worried that His Highness has no intentions towards Jian Er."

After hearing this, Murong Xun waved his hands indifferently and said, "I don't understand the child I raised? If she doesn't care about Jian Er, she can't afford to give jade and piano score to others."

Yan Wuwei stared at her without speaking.

Murong Yan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have sent so-and-so the piano score back then, wishing he could shut his mouth, "..."

"Cough," Murong Yan said seriously, "Why don't you go and find out?"

"..." Yan Wuwei sighed slightly, just as she also had something to confirm with Mu Congcong, she said, "Forget it, it's better than a second Gu Ming."

Murong Yan was secretly told again: "..."

But Jian Er, who is a woman by name, is a man?How to compare?

Yan Wuwei found Mu Congcong at the Spring Hunting Racecourse. When he found him, Mu Congcong was brushing her horse with a brush. He forgot that he had heard from the person in the East Palace that the prince loved riding horses. Taking time to practice, he would feed the horses himself afterwards, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. Yan Wuwei stood behind her and watched for a long time, thinking that Dao Mucong had grown a lot and grown up.

"Your Highness." When Yan Wuwei called out to Mu Congcong, the latter was startled, and when he turned around and saw it was her, Mu Congcong's expression flashed in panic:

"First... be strict."

Yan Wuwei did not mishear the "Sir" she said half a sentence first. Since she revealed her identity to Mu Congcong in the ancestral hall last time, she has never mentioned to Mu Congcong that she was her tutor, and she will not let it go. She acted like a teacher, so when facing Mu Congcong, she acted like a courtier, and then stood tall and tall in front of Mu Congcong.

The wind on the racecourse was stronger than that in Wangdu, and the hem of her clothes was blown up by the wind, making her already tall and slender figure even more straight and thin.

It's still the gentle and gentle Xiangguo, and the gentleman who always treats her with a low eyebrow.

Mu Congcong lowered his eyes, he didn't expect that Yan Wuwei would suddenly come to her, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable, "Is there something wrong with Prime Minister Yan?"

Hearing the unfamiliarity in Mu Congcong's words, Yan Wuwei smiled calmly, not caring about the awkwardness of the child in front of him, but said, "How is your Highness doing recently?"

"It's okay." Seeing Yan Wuwei like this, Mu Congcong seemed unwilling to talk to her more. After answering this sentence, he was about to lead his horse and leave. Wuwei said behind her, "Your Highness is an adult, I don't know if there are any candidates for your future husband?"

Probably because he heard something unbelievable, Mu Congcong stopped in his tracks, looked back at Yan Wuwei, and said, "Future husband?" She looked at Yan Wuwei, as if she wanted to stare at Yan Wuwei. , "Yan Xiang also came to urge me to get married?"

"It's time for Your Highness to get married." Yan Wuwei just said.

Mu Congcong laughed angrily at her, "Should we get married? But my palace is only fifteen, and my aunt is already twenty-eight, why didn't Xiangguo urge my aunt to give birth, but came to urge me instead?"

Yan Wuwei frowned, probably because he didn't like Murong Tong's tone when he talked about Murong Xun, but he soon let go, probably because he felt that Murong Tong was still young.She could hear Mu Congcong's dissatisfaction with her, but after all, she was Murong Xun's only niece, and it would be irreparable if she continued to be abandoned like this.

"Your Highness's position in the Eastern Palace is unstable." The implication is that if you want to secure your position in the Eastern Palace, getting married right now is the best way.

"I forgot that Xiangguo is still my Grand Tutor." Mu Congcong relaxed his horse, took two steps forward, looked at Yan Wuwei and said, "Then Grand Tutor, tell Ben Gong, how should Ben Gong sit?" Stabilize the position of the East Palace?"

Although he didn't like Mu Congcong who was pressing every step of the way, Yan Wuwei still said, "Choose a pair of people who are helpful to your highness to marry them, and then give birth to a young highness, continue the lineage of the previous prince, and stabilize the relationship between the East Palace bit."

"Who is helpful to this Palace?"

"The grandson of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, the son of the Shaoshu Ling of the Household Department, and the second son of the Jian family."

"Teacher thinks that I can only rely on marriage to stabilize my position as the crown prince?"

Yan Wuwei said indifferently, "Currently."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong finally stopped laughing. She has grown up and no longer looks like the soft and sweet little Highness she was years ago. Now her eyes always have a little indifference and arrogance, maybe it is a young man. She experienced too much blood and rain, and now she no longer trusts anyone. She has grown up as everyone expected, but slowly, she has grown into the most ruthless appearance .

"The Taifu is very caring." She asked Yan Wuwei, "I wonder if the Taifu was also so caring when he helped my aunt win the throne?"

She thought that Yan Wuwei's expression would at least change, but after hearing this, Yan Wuwei just smiled lightly, and even readily admitted, "It's true that he cares so much."

"You...!" Mu Congcong probably wanted to scold Yan Wuwei, but she couldn't open her mouth after looking at the face that had appeared countless times in her dreams. After a while, she said, "Does it have to be like this?" Do you have to force me to get married?

Yan Wuwei's eyes moved away from her face, and looked behind her, at the king's tent surrounded by various military tents in the distance, she said, "Your Highness has grown up, hasn't he? You have to come to see Yes."

Mu Congcong looked at her and said nothing.

Yan Wuwei still looked calm and calm, "Those people were sent by His Highness, weren't they?"

Mu Congcong's eyes narrowed, she wasn't surprised that Yan Wuwei would discover the spy work she sent to Xiangguo's residence.

"Actually, His Highness doesn't have to be like this. As long as His Highness wants that seat, I will definitely help His Highness win it."

"...Why?" After a long time, Mu Congcong asked her.

Hearing this, Yan Wuwei's gaze moved back from a distance, and looked at Mu Congcong, obviously looking at her, but Mu Congcong could feel that the other party was looking at another person through her, one who had a five-point relationship with her similar people.

"She is not in good health and is very tired. It would be a great blessing for me if His Highness succeeds as soon as possible," the man said.

Having said that, I have to take a step to leave. When I passed by her, I don't know why Mu Congcong suddenly remembered a thing from a long time ago. At that time, they went to Chu State together. She was young and wanted to ride a horse. , the palace people were worried about her comfort but refused to give up, and finally Yan Wuwei allowed her to ride a horse.

At that time, she would really be happy for Yan Wuwei's words, because she really gave her joy.

She still remembered that she said that she could not ride a horse and that she would teach her when she grew up.

"Does Xiang Yan want to learn how to ride a horse?" When they passed by, Mu Congcong stretched out his hand to grab Yan Wuwei's arm, and asked softly.

Yan Wuwei, who wanted to go back wholeheartedly, shook his head and said, "I can't learn."

"I can teach you."

"Thank you, Your Highness, I still don't want to learn, I can't learn."

Hearing this, Mu Cong looked up at her and said, "Xiangguo said many years ago that when I grow up, I want me to teach you how to ride a horse."

"Have you ever said that?" Yan Wuwei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Maybe it was a joke, Your Highness don't need to take it to heart."

His hand froze, and he let go of Yan Wuwei.

"If Your Highness is fine, I will take my leave first." After saying that, she left, but Mu Congcong stood there, motionless, until the sunset, when she suddenly woke up, and murmured in a low voice:

"Is it just a joke...?"

She still remembered that when she was assassinated on New Year's Eve that year, the first person she saw after waking up was Yan Wuwei. Standing forward to block the arrow for her, I still remember that early winter when she rode a horse and walked beside her soft bridge.

The man lifted the curtain, smiled and praised her for her good riding skills. She said that she would teach her how to ride a horse when she grows up, but when asked now, she just said it was a joke.

Just jokes.

...then what should I do?

Her only answer was endless silence.