Mrs. Wen continued: "But Yu'er, after all, are you married for the second time, or are you married to two brothers...... I'm afraid it's hard to block this mouth? ”

She thought for a moment, "But I'm sure Your Majesty will take care of this, won't you?" ”

Fu Yue smiled and nodded, and said softly, "I naturally believe him." ”

*

The study on the other side.

Yan Qi and Prime Minister Wen both stood in front of the table.

The young man in a snow suit, the soft corners of his clothes brushed the table, his delicate eyebrows were as indifferent as snow, he lowered his eyes slightly, and opened his lips and said, "Does Wen Xiang have something to say to me?" ”

Prime Minister Wen arched his hand and saluted the young emperor in front of him.

"Your Majesty, please forgive the old minister for being rude."

"To ask the words of the Passover, the words that the national teacher said in the court before were your Majesty's idea, right?"

Yan Qi nodded slowly.

"Yes."

As if thinking of Prime Minister Wen's worries, the young and beautiful emperor slowly bent his eyebrows, "Aiqing don't worry, I'm trying to do this for just Yu'er." ”

"I love her."

Prime Minister Wen was still hesitating, "Your Majesty, minister...... If the minister says something rebellious, how long can the emperor's favor last? ”

Yan Qi shook his head, "It's not pampering, Aiqing...... How can pampering be considered love? ”

"I love her more than my life."

"Jiangshan is not as good as her eyebrows...... Aiqing, do you know what I mean? ”

Prime Minister Wen glanced at Yan Qi deeply, and then arched his hand and said, "The daughter of the old minister will be entrusted to Your Majesty." ”

Jiangshan is not as good as her eyebrows......

This is really the words of a faint king!

Yan Qi took a step forward, raised his hand to hold Prime Minister Wen's arm, pulled his cherry red lips, and said slowly: "Father-in-law is polite, but the son-in-law doesn't dare to be." ”

The emperor suddenly became shameless.

It almost flashed Prime Minister Wen's waist.

The corners of Prime Minister Wen's eyes twitched, but he didn't refute, there was an urge to hold his forehead, he couldn't look directly at the emperor in front of him.

It's over, he feels like he's going to swell.

*

Yan Qi soon put forward the will to marry Wen Yu in the court.

Surprisingly, the ministers didn't have any opinions.

After all, they can all accept Yan Qi's finding a male favorite, and now that their majesty has an easy one to marry, they naturally have to make a match.

"Weichen thinks that Your Majesty's words are sage, the national teacher watches the stars at night, and the Wen woman's life is extremely expensive, so she must be the queen!"

"The minister seconded the proposal, Your Majesty Shengming."

Of course, except for Yan Ci, who was standing under the imperial steps, he raised his eyes in disbelief and looked at the emperor in high position.

The eyes are facing each other.

Yan Ci understood almost instantly.

But he couldn't figure it out, he almost never thought that his brother, the ruthless emperor of Dayan, would actually like Wen Yu.

His mood was extremely complicated, but he was not extremely angry.

*

Originally, the wedding was almost ready.

However, a big event happened at this time.

The Queen Mother died violently.

National mourning.

Yan Qi and Fu Yue's wedding can only be postponed.

In the past few days, the queen mother's coffin was parked in the imperial temple, and Yan Qi and a group of imperial relatives went to the imperial temple to keep a vigil.

Of course, Fu Yue also went, and took the prime minister's wife and a few maids to live in a wing room in the imperial temple.

This evening.

Fu Yue was holding a picture book and reading it with relish, her mother was afraid that she would be bored, so she prepared a big stack for her.

Then, the window of the wing room suddenly moved.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

She saw a long, white and slender hand open the window from the outside, and then dodged and rolled in.

A corner of a snow-colored coat.

The beauty's face, lined with the clear moonlight, is delicate and a little unreal.

It's Yan Qi.

He was still wearing the plain white mourning clothes, lined with that stunning face, which was a bit more thrilling contrast.

Fu Yue: "...... What are you doing here? If you are discovered, you can't laugh to death? ”

Yan Qi patted the ash in his palm.

walked over, then stretched out his hand and hugged Fu Yue slowly, and said in a muffled voice: "I miss you......"