"Thanks to the emperor's grace, thank you!" King Zhenjun prostrate on the ground, like a pine and cypress hanging upside down on a cliff, with his back lying low.

Emperor Zhen looked at King Zhenjun who was kneeling down in the audience, and his eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

The king of Zhenjun back then was suave and suave, and he was also a rare young talent, and he once had a twelve-point attachment to Chaoyang. It's just that he is different from himself, on the day Chaoyang married King Chai, he was the first one to smile and say goodbye. It seems that the cloud is light and light, and there is no unwillingness in the short words of congratulations, no resentment, and no words of joy and insincerity.

Until the final jade died in the morning sun, and the king of Zhenjun flourished overnight...... Since then, it has been the way it is now. Compared to himself, compared to Prince Zhong...... He's old and in a hurry!

People in the world often say that if you love someone, you must know how to let go, and the only person who can really do it back then is King Zhenjun. Emperor Zhen looked at the majestic body covered by the gorgeous hair under the stage, and remembered the heroic appearance of King Zhenjun back then, and his heart couldn't help but feel sad.

"Zhenqing is flat! It will be summer in more than a month, but Zhenqing has to take care of her body more to ......"

"Thank you Your Majesty for your care, Weichen remember!" As soon as Emperor Zhen's words fell, King Zhenjun's body was shocked.

Princess Zhenjun's eyebrows were frowning, and she didn't know how many vicissitudes Emperor Zhen's sentence of taking care had gone through! A dead Chaoyang, after more than ten years, still involves the hearts of several men. Even though she was married back then, those people still didn't care.

There is a kind of indifference, in fact, it is because I care too much. It's like there's a kind of not taking it to heart, but it's actually because it's on the tip of the heart.

Emperor Zhen back then, King Zhenjun, or King Chai...... All they care about is that person, nothing else. What an enviable woman! Princess Zhenjun's eyebrows swept over the bright yellow on the high platform, glancing at the man beside her, her face was indifferent, but she couldn't help but sneer in her heart. A man dies like a lamp going out, and all thoughts are in ashes. Even if you are in love, isn't life the most important thing?

Originally, it seemed that the prince of Zhenjun, who had the most shallow affection for Chaoyang and was the most cynical, was ...... that day The corners of the eldest princess of Xinyang were sour, and the king of Zhenjun had a gorgeous hair overnight. Chaoyang, you shouldn't have picked the hearts of these men, but you followed him alone. The sky is jealous, people have gone away, and the tea has cooled...... But they still can't get around your past.

"That's ...... Let's go!" Emperor Zhen waved his hand.

"The third round of the Flower Banquet Essay Rite Music: All Things Return to the Sect!" The voice of the old man of Lishan seemed to float from afar, which made people feel refreshed.

"Everything returns to the sect?" Ran Ziwan muttered quietly, his fingers rubbing the wall of the cup, his eyebrows frowning.

"Woman, who allowed you to frown!" Xuan Ge whispered, and his voice was difficult to hide, and he said lightly in frustration.

"Frowning, doesn't Xuan Xiao Wang Ye feel that he is a little wide?" Ran Ziwan looked at the crystal beads of sweat oozing from Xuan Ge's forehead, remembering the sharp discoloration of the beast spirit before. There was a slight tremor in my heart unconsciously, just like the inexplicable burning pain in my chest on Taifu Street for the first time.

It's just that there is no reason for this burning pain, and she can't even tell if it's because of chest tightness or because of this body, which can't live to be twenty-eight.

"Is the tube wide?" Xuan Ge's voice seemed to be self-deprecating.

"The marriage contract is added, Xuan Xiao Wangye...... It seems that the one who should take care of Dongzhou more. The lord of this county has nothing to live, have you forgotten!" Ran Ziwan was inexplicably a little annoyed, annoyed by the rumored little lifespan, annoyed with the woman in Xuan Ge, and even ...... She was annoyed that she was here, and sat down across from the man. The eyes that are as bright as a golden crow, they have been penetrated again and again!

"You...... Do you care?uh......" Xuan Ge sighed lightly, as if he was suppressing something. It's not like you're asking questions, it's like you're telling yourself an answer. He hoped she cared, but he hoped she would never care......!

"Young master?" After Yun Po left, another shadow fell behind Xuan Ge and stepped forward nervously.

"It's okay!" The crystal on Xuan Ge's forehead oozed more and more, and above his cold and frosty face, the crystal clear flowed downstream. There was a faint red mark looming in the center of the ink eyebrows.

"This is ......" The shadow reached out and took out a wooden box from his arms, and the palm of his hand, like a drop of clear liquid like a drop of water beads, was injected into Xuan Ge's eyebrows.

For a split second, the shadow's movements were as if they had never happened. The red mark was almost gone, and no one seemed to notice Xuan Ge's discomfort, or on this flower banquet, few people dared to look directly into Xuan Ge's eyes.

Xuan Ge waved his hand and ordered the man to stand down.

"Isn't it a shame to stay here if you can't hold on?" Ran Zi's previous annoyance, his heart suddenly became a little irritable.

"You woman is here, how can I be separated, master?" Xuan Ge chuckled lowly, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Your woman...... ......Where! You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. My Ran Ziwan is notorious, and the little prince must not be burdened by the reputation of the county lord, and he will lose the favor of the queen mother and her old man in the future......" Ran Ziweina's chin was slightly raised, and the direction was Hua Xiangrong's seat.

"Huh...... That's right!" Xuan Ge was unclear, and his eyes swept over the flowering period. Is that the reason why he has been silent? Does he also hope that he will marry the princess of Dongzhou, or will he be happy to see him as long as he Xuange marries any woman in the world?

"In that case, you and I are in the Chu River Han Realm. Later...... Well, it's better to be clearer. Lest others say that the lord of this county does not abide by women's morality, ignores the emperor's grace, and hurts the diplomatic etiquette between the East China Sea and the Celestial Dynasty, then it will not be good!"

"The county lord of Ziwan has been famous for more than ten years, has no talent and no virtue, and is tyrannical by nature...... Is this one missing?"

"The words of the world should still be cared for. It must be that the lord of this county will also marry in the future, if the husband is ......" Before Ran Ziwan's words were finished, Xuan Ge said softly.

"Well, the title of Master Husband is not bad!" Xuan Ge sighed with enjoyment, as if he was fulfilling the title.

"It's not you who is calling the county lord!" Ran Ziwan's nose was crooked, and the cup in her hand that she had been gently playing with was crushed in an instant, and her fingers were too annoyed.

"Anyone else?"

"......Someone else? Wind Tilt ...... The lord of this county thinks ......"

"Heh......"

"Hehe, what is it, the prince of Yongwang ......"

"The county lord of Ziwan...... Do you want to carry the kiss marks that Master Ben made last night, and Xiao thinks about other men? Or do you want to marry someone else with such kiss marks?"

"Kiss marks?" Ran Ziwan was depressed, his heartbeat instantly turned red, and he unconsciously tugged at his dress, that man, chasing the stream!

"Hehe......"

"You ......" (To be continued.) )