"What's wrong with this? Your Highness is going to get married sooner or later, if you don't choose well now, will it be possible that you want to be forced to marry in the future?" Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"My identity and its dignity, who dares to force marriage?" Ling Qingcheng pouted, and after finishing speaking, his heart became empty, as if he ...... The people in the court dare to ......

Seeing that she still had self-knowledge, Concubine Cheng patted her shoulder with great satisfaction: "If you say that you are small, you will find a lover for yourself, and if you say that you are big, this is for the future revival of Shengguo, and the princess still has to pay more attention." ”

Ling Qingcheng felt that there was some truth, she would be seventeen after the New Year, and the folk woman was almost fourteen years old, so she was considered to be a late marriage.

In fact, there is no hurry to get married, but the selection of talents is a tricky matter at present, and there is really no one around her.

I do need men!

Concubine Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and the palace maid handed her a booklet in gilded satin.

After Ling Qingcheng took the booklet with some weight and opened it, he found that it was actually a roster and portrait of men who had not married wives and concubines, and even had a birthday.

"Go down first. Ling Qingcheng waved his hand to send people back.

"Your Majesty should understand it at a glance, do you still need the mourning family to explain it to you? If the mourning family is ten years younger, ten books are not enough!" Concubine Cheng raised her eyebrows and said sourly.

Ling Qingcheng calmed down, and tried his best to calm down his tone: "Concubine!

Concubine Cheng threw away the melon seeds: "Are you the emperor of Shengguo?"

"yes. ”

"Are you thirsty?"

"yes. ”

"Does the colt count as your man?"

"Count. ”

"Shouldn't a colt be a talent?"

"yes. ”

"Are unmarried men more faithful?"

"yes. ”

"Do you need this booklet so badly?"

"......" made sense, and she was a little speechless.

After flipping through the book, there is nothing satisfying, the people on it either like poetry and songs, or like to dance knives and guns, and what they say is some vain things.

The booklet was thrown aside, and Concubine Cheng caught a glimpse of her bored expression, the corners of her mouth raised a trace of imperceptible arc, and she got up slightly and slapped her hands twice.

At this time, the two maids carried out a box, and Ling Qingcheng knew that these were the two cronies beside Concubine Cheng, the dumb girls who knew martial arts, Qingfeng and Mingyue.

It seems that the box is Sekoto's treasure.

When they opened it, Ling Qingcheng was just about to roll his eyes and faint.

Inside the box were dozens of booklets.

"Concubine, I still have to go to Mrs. Chen's place today to prepare my homework. "It must be dark after reading this box, there are so many good-looking demons in the court, her aesthetics have been raised to the top of the Forbidden City, and she also has a sense of defensiveness against beautiful men.

So she planned to anoint the soles of her feet and slip away.

Concubine Cheng naturally saw her thoughts, shook the fan, slowly drank a cup of bamboo green liquid, and said with a slightly drunk tone:

"There is a man, two decades, unmarried, from the capital, born into a family, studied under the great sage Wen Ge Lao, although he does not understand martial arts, but he can send troops to set up a formation, once did the history of Yunzhou Thorn, when the drought in Yunzhou, he skillfully used grain and grass to appease the people. Your Majesty really doesn't look at such a man?"

Ling Qingcheng stopped and became interested: "Whose staff is he?"

"Nobody. Concubine Cheng shook her head.

"Such an excellent talent, how come I don't know?" Ling Qingcheng didn't expect to meet such a suitable person.

"The previous situation in the court was turbulent, he has been traveling since he resigned, and now the elders in the family are unwell, so he has returned to the capital, whether he can seize this opportunity depends on His Majesty himself. ”

Ling Qingcheng glanced at the box: "Since the concubine already knows who this person is, what is in the box?"

"In addition to him, it's okay to choose a few face-to-face heads, the mourning family loves you so much. ”

Concubine Cheng said and reached out to pinch her face, and when the interest came, she twisted it twice.

"Don't think too much about it, concubine......"

The next day, Meng Qing sent a fold, saying that he hoped to donate his family wealth to benefit the people.

Ling Qingcheng also cooperated with the acting and showed great appreciation. And at this moment, Jun Haoyu suddenly stood up and said that he wanted to promote Meng Qing to a third-grade official.

Everyone in the court was surprised, including Ling Qingcheng.

She looked at Jun Haoyu carefully and found that his attitude was surprisingly friendly, not like he was calculating her.

Due to the silence of the court, Jun Haoyu repeated his thoughts again.

Ling Qingcheng reacted, and then spoke: "What the regent said is very good, I am right.

When Gonggong Ming was about to retire from the court, Ling Qingcheng remembered what Concubine Cheng had explained, so he said: "In a few days it will be the Autumn Prayer Festival, after I discussed with Concubine Cheng, this year is a bumper year, so we will hold a celebration on the Autumn Prayer Festival, and unmarried men and women can also participate." ”

The court is quiet, and every year in the autumn prayer festival, women who have not left the cabinet are not allowed to participate, and all married men participate.

Ling Qingcheng knew that they would have ideas, but he didn't give them a chance, and said directly: "This is the concubine's will, don't ask why." ”

She can't say that Concubine Cheng wants her to seduce a few unmarried boys as her staff.

The ministers did not say anything, but bowed and retreated.

After the next court, the ministers discussed the autumn prayer festival, and today they deliberately let the women who have not left the cabinet participate, I don't know what the intention is.

Zhuang Ran went to the chess club with his colleagues as always.

Zhuang Ran likes to play chess, so he is a frequent visitor to the chess club, where in addition to playing chess, he can also win people's hearts and put on his own virtuous appearance.

Jun Haoyu went back to the carriage, and the guard attracted a veiled palace man to step forward.

"What is Your Majesty doing today?"

The palace man with the veil whispered, "Your Majesty is preparing masks. ”

"This king wants to know what the mask of His Majesty's Autumn Prayer Festival looks like. Jun Haoyu took out a piece of gold and gave it to her, and got into the carriage.

The beauty tree in the palace was already in full bloom, the rose-red flowers were falling, and an ink paper fan was held above his head, covering the autumn sun and the falling flowers.

"Your Highness, the autumn breeze is cold, you better enter the house early. Murong Xiayang stood behind him in military uniform.

The Murong family has always been the guard of the Jun family, and Murong Xiayang is a woman, but her martial arts can be in the top five in the Murong family, she is tall and tall, and she has the handsomeness and arrogance of a man in her delicate appearance.

This is also what Jun Haoyu appreciates, so he agreed to let her stay in his guard.

This kind of kindness made Murong Xiayang very grateful.

Jun Haoyu turned sideways slightly: "This kind of thing, just leave it to the maid to do, you are the guard." ”

The maid of the palace took the paper umbrella and stood beside Jun Haoyu, Murong Xiayang withdrew a few steps and nodded with his eyes down: "My subordinates obey." ”

Ling Qingcheng has been making masks for the past few days, in the study, she sketched a red lotus on the white mask, the upper half of the mask for the Autumn Prayer Festival is wooden, and the bottom is covered with a gauze to cover her mouth and chin.

This mask is for someone else, and this person is what Concubine Cheng said, Huaiyu.