Seeing that the carriage of the baby granddaughter gradually drove into the city gate, Xuan Qiaoce said to Wen Ruyu: "Benhou still wants to enter the palace to face the saint, and invite your father to drink another day." ”

never mentioned the matter of inviting Wen Ruyu to come to the Hou Mansion as a guest.

With that, he rushed straight to his mount, turned over, as if there was an ancient beast behind, flicked his horsewhip, and galloped towards the west gate.

The guards glanced at Wen Ruyu curiously, and then glanced at each other one after another, and then moved quickly on the horse and chased after Xuan Qiaoce.

Wen Ruyu stood in place, and did not withdraw her gaze until Xuan Qiaoce and his party entered the West City Gate.

After dusting off the dust that didn't exist much on his body, the curvature of the corners of his lips was meaningful.

Seeing that the Marquis of Ding is like this, he doesn't seem to like his marriage to Xuan Liyue very much, does he have a better candidate in his heart?

It was impossible for Wen Ruyu to think that the Marquis of Dingguo would guard against him like a thief, but in fact, he was just reluctant to marry his precious granddaughter.

Their ancestors and grandchildren get together less and leave more, and as Xuan Liyue grows older, the idea of recruiting a husband for Xuan Liyue is getting stronger and stronger.

No matter how well you marry, it is also going to someone else's house, where is it more comfortable than your own home.

Wen Ruyu is the prince of the King of Freedom, and this level of identity is destined to make it impossible for him to enter the Prince's Mansion.

Xuan Qiaoce rode straight to the palace, thinking about the marriage of his precious granddaughter all the way, and when he reported the situation at the border with the emperor, he was also a little absent-minded.

Seeing this, a trace of displeasure quickly crossed the emperor's eyes, but there was a look of concern on his face.

"Master Hou rode all the way back to Beijing, and he must have been tired. Why don't you rest for a while in this side hall, and at the evening reception banquet, you and I will have a drink again. As for border matters, it will not be too late to discuss them in the coming days. ”

The emperor's words fell, and he didn't give Xuan Qiaoce a chance to refuse or agree, and directly ordered the chief manager beside him: "Please go to the side hall to rest." ”

Xuan Qiao moved his lips, and if he wanted to go back to the house to rest, he turned around in his throat and swallowed it back into his stomach.

After saluting the emperor and retiring, under the leadership of the chief steward, he went to the side hall.

After Xuan Qiaoce left, a woman in palace clothes with a graceful figure and a charming face walked out of the inner hall of the imperial study.

At the age of twenty-three or four, with a thousand styles between her eyebrows, she walked behind the emperor's imperial case, hugged the emperor's neck with both hands, and sat directly on the emperor's lap.

Three months ago, the emperor paid a private visit to several nearby towns, and after returning to the palace, he brought back a Yun concubine, who was the one in front of him.

Concubine Yun laughed, staring at the emperor with an expression, her voice was charming.

"When does Your Majesty plan to take back the military power in the hands of the Marquis of Dingguo?"

There was dependence on the lord of a country in his tone, but in his heart, he was so disgusted with the person in front of him that he wanted to vomit.

The emperor of Xi ascended the throne twenty years ago and is now in his fifties.

Because of his perennial work in state affairs, and he is not very restrained in the harem, even though his strength is not low, and he has various pills to maintain his body, he still looks no longer rich and handsome.

Concubine Yun was standing in the inner hall, and when she saw the emperor and the Marquis of Dingguo together through the crack in the door, she felt more and more that the emperor was so old that it was disgusting.

The Marquis was a little older than the emperor, but he looked more than ten years younger than the emperor.

The thought of having to serve a man like an old man every day made her anxious to complete the task that her master had commanded her to leave the place she hated.

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