"Cheng Aiqing, is this matter serious?!"

The emperor's eyes were serious.

That's not a big deal in itself.

Although it was an accident, Han Mo was a boudoir daughter's family in the end, and she was looked at, so the best way was naturally to marry Cheng Fenglou.

It's just that......

Cheng Fenglou is a rare man from a humble family, there is no power behind him, he has always been loyal, and the most important thing is that he is still young, has potential, and has unlimited prospects in the future.

Everything is good, except for one thing - brainless.

gave him two marriages before, and the woman was very satisfied, but Cheng Fenglou refused herself.

Especially the eldest lady of the Jiang family, it is said that she almost hanged herself so much that she cried so much that she cried to death.

Jiang Yan, the head of the household, is an important minister, and he is also a daughter slave on weekdays.

There was such a farce, and Cheng Fenglou would rather die than marry Jiang Yushu.

So, in order to take care of the Jiang family's face, the emperor could only send Cheng Fenglou out at that time.

Now...... How long has this stinky boy been back in Beijing, and how did he do such a thing?!

The emperor stroked his forehead and motioned for Han Chun to go out first.

Silence returned to the hall, Cheng Fenglou pursed his lips and knelt on the ground.

The emperor looked at Cheng Fenglou with a headache.

"What did Cheng Aiqing say?"

Cheng Fenglou lowered his head.

"It's the minister who is reckless and abrupt Miss Han, it's just ...... The minister has no intention of being male or female towards Miss Han. ”

"Now it's not whether you mean it or not, it's the Han family's ......"

It is rare for the emperor to have good words and persuasion.

"Han Chun, as a doctor of imperial history, is extremely prestigious among the officials, if you get into trouble with the court because of this matter, not only you, but also my face is not good-looking!"

"Do you have a woman you like?"

Cheng Fenglou was stunned for a moment, but still didn't speak.

It's just that his fingers touched his chest without a trace.

There, a handkerchief embroidered with two crows was firmly in his pocket.

"If you don't speak, then you don't have it?"

The emperor looked at Cheng Fenglou with a troubled look.

"Marry without you, anyway, the relationship between husband and wife can be cultivated!"

Cheng Fenglou continued to be silent to the end.

"If you refuse this time...... I am afraid that I will be suppressed in the DPRK and China in the future, you are a talent, and I don't want to lose my ambition because of these things, but you must also understand my painstaking ......"

This is already a very face-saving statement, and if you don't accept it again, it will be a sin of disobedience.

Cheng Fenglou clenched his fists and lowered his head.

"Minister...... By Your Majesty's will! ”

……

The decree was promulgated very quickly, and the edict of the emperor's marriage came down that day, which barely blocked the mouth.

It's just that...... Wen Yuwan, who temporarily lived in Yuwang's Mansion, blew up.

"Lack of gratitude! Negative Lang! ”

Wen Yuwan's face was full of tears, and she cried and threw the embroidered handkerchief in her hand.

The embroidered handkerchief fluttered lightly to the ground, and there was a horribly ugly pattern of Dilian on it.

"Okay, okay, don't cry! There are thousands of good men in the world, and we don't lack him, right? ”

Wen Ranran has the consciousness of being the eldest sister at this moment, and while wiping Wen Yuwan's tears, she is kind of and persuasive.

Wen Yuwan was suddenly comforted, and threw herself into Wen Ranran's arms with a wow.

"Woooooooooo......oo I, I'm sorry for him, but I apologized to him. ”

"I cooked porridge for him, and my hands were blistered several times."

"I ...... I was also a female red, and my fingers were pricked with needles many times. ”

"I've treated him like that...... If he doesn't like me, just say it, why should he take my veil......"

Wen Yuwan cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain.

Wen Ranran listened to it with a big head, thinking back to today's events, there was still something wrong.

"No, Han Mo was in love with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at that time, why did he have to marry someone else at this time?"

Memories were surging in her mind, and between the lightning and flint, Wen Ranran suddenly remembered what Concubine Peach, who was eating melons, said when she went to the chrysanthemum banquet to save Wen Yuwan and rescued Wen Yuwan-

"Miss Han's body is from the East Palace, right?"

If it weren't for the development of feelings to a certain point, how could it be possible to send clothes, is it ...... Han Mo and the prince already had a skin-to-skin relationship at that time?