At this time, Xie Yong led the convoy back, and before he entered the door, he saw his sister covering her face and crying, while Cui Yi looked like thunder, confused for a while, and asked blankly: "Is this ...... What happened? Don't cry, Yuchan, what's wrong? Rajah? ”

Cui Yi snorted and sat back, and Zhiying didn't know how to explain, so she could only say: "The prince has a loud voice, and he accidentally scared Miss Xie." ”

Xie Yong hugged his sister with one hand and coaxed him a few times, but Xie Yuchan not only did not stop, but buried him in his chest aggrievedly and cried even louder.

Cui Yi was so crying by her that her head was full of smoke and miasma, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore, she got up and slapped her ass and left, and she couldn't pull it, so she had to let him go, and she cleaned up the mess by herself: "Gongzi Xie, Miss Xie, the prince is not in a good mood today, and he is sluggish." ”

Of course, Xie Yong said that it didn't matter, but Xie Yuchan continued to stare at her with hateful eyes while crying, as if she had a great hatred with her, and Zhiying didn't have a good impression of this girl, so she asked someone to arrange two adjacent guest rooms for their brother and sister, and then went back to the main courtyard to appease the irritable Cui Yi.

Cui Yi calmed down much faster than she expected, and when Zhiying walked in the door, he was wiping his newly acquired sword, looking at it over and over again.

"This is the Star Abyss Sword?"

"Well," Cui Yi wiped the sword clean and put it in the sheath, "Lord Cheng invites this king to go to the mansion to drink wedding wine on the first day of the first month of next month." ”

Zhiying was stunned for a moment: "Drink happy wine?" ”

Cui Yi hung the scabbard on the wall, and when he turned around, there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, Lord Cheng has married his daughter to the newly accepted protégé, and plans to marry on the first day of next month." That expression seemed to say, "Didn't you say that Lord Cheng was going to marry his daughter to this king, why did it turn out to be promised to someone else?"

Miscalculated, Zhiying had to admit that he was unlucky: "Then I really want to congratulate Master Cheng." ”

Cui Yi hummed a little song in his mouth, and he seemed to be in a good mood, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness caused by Xie Yuchan just now. Zhiying then boldly asked: "Lord Cheng invited the prince to the mansion as a guest, just to give the prince this sword?" ”

"Why not?" Cui Yi looked at her.

"It's okay, it's just that the concubine thinks that Lord Cheng is full of wealth and will take the opportunity to preach to the prince when he eats wine," Zhiying shook her head with a smile, "It's okay if you don't have it." ”

Cui Yi stared at her for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Why do you all have to persuade this king to marry a wife?" Father, queen, and concubine, now even the secretary has come to ask about the king's marriage, what is it for? ”

Zhiying smiled and asked rhetorically: "The prince really wants to know?" ”

Cui Yi narrowed his eyes and finally nodded.

"The emperor wants the prince to marry because as a parent, he has the obligation to urge his children to marry; The queen wants the prince to marry a wife, but it is to help the prince identify friends and enemies as soon as possible; Concubine Duanniang regards the prince as her own, and looks forward to the prince getting married as soon as possible, out of love for the child, and does not want the prince to be alone; And Lord Cheng, I think I am afraid that he is a loyal minister and a minister who is worried about the king, the emperor wants to see the prince get married, and as a courtier, he naturally has to do his part. ”

When Zhiying said this, she paused before she said slowly: "As for the reason why I persuaded the prince to marry a wife, the prince will definitely be angry when he hears it, so I still don't say it." ”

"Say, the king promises not to be angry." Cui Yi

"Do you really want to say?"

"Less nonsense, say!"

Cui Yi had a face of "If you don't say it, this king will be angry with you now", Zhiying had to stop selling Guanzi, walked in front of him, and knelt down.

Cui Yi looked at her in amazement: "What are you doing?" ”

Zhiying looked at him with his head high, and said clearly word by word: "I hope that the prince will have a dragon robe and become a great treasure, since ancient times, the prince has married a wife in order to win over relatives, the prince married the daughter of the prince, how can the prince lag behind?" ”

After saying that, Zhiying lowered his head and quietly waited for the coming anger.

Before marrying into the palace, she originally planned to rely on her understanding of the future to quietly provide assistance to Cui Yi, but after really contacting His Royal Highness the Martial King, Zhiying realized that any explicit hints are imperceptible, and they are all used on him in vain, and the only effective thing is to open the skylight and speak brightly, and tell him clearly the reason and purpose of what she does, so that there may be half a chance to win his approval.

After all, no matter how much others add firewood, it is useless if the stove does not burn itself.

“…… You can say that again. ”

Cui Yi nodded slowly: "That's a good point." ”

Zhiying looked up hesitantly, a little unsure of what he meant.

Cui Yi stretched out his hand to her: "The prince is married to the daughter of the prince, so what?" This king is also married to the daughter of Taifu. ”

"But ......" Zhiying wanted to tell him the truth that one minister does not matter to the other masters, but was interrupted by Cui Yi.

He held Zhiying's wrist, pulled the person up from the ground, held her in his arms, and then turned her face and said categorically: "This king has no interest in the throne, so he doesn't need any relatives. ”

Not interested in the throne?

Zhiying Jie was taken aback, throughout the ages, she had never heard of a prince who was not interested in the throne, at most, he was weak and could not compete with other brothers, so he had to accept his fate, Cui Yi, as the only son of the former queen, had made meritorious contributions to the war for many years, and held heavy troops, how could he not be interested in the throne?

"Or do you want to be queen?" Cui Yi looked up at her, his fingers rubbing his fingers on her cheek, "It's no wonder, if it wasn't for the king who made the first move in the carved building, the current crown princess should be you." ”

The fingers tightened suddenly, Zhiying was pinched painfully, and let out a painful whimper, but Cui Yi did not let go, but instead knocked her down on the Luohan bed, turned over and sat on her stomach, and choked her throat with both hands.

Zhiying's eyes widened in shock, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't even make a sound, Cui Yi's forehead was bruised, and his hands were even more ruthless, and it was not difficult to see from that almost crazy look that he really wanted to strangle her!

Zhiying began to struggle desperately, but for Cui Yi, her little strength was tantamount to a grasshopper shaking a tree, and it didn't play any role at all.

She began to feel suffocated, her head was bloodshot, her eyes were full of stars, and she frantically grabbed her fingernails at her throat, but to no avail.

"Meow ......" There was a soft sound outside the open door, and the little peach cake jumped in across the threshold, looking at them with pure and immaculate eyes.

Cui Yi threw his hand violently, and Zhiying was choked into his throat with a breath and coughed violently.

Almost...... Almost dead, Zhiying gasped for breath, and his heart was beating as if he was about to jump out of his chest. Even if she had already died once, she still felt extremely frightened and afraid, Cui Yi actually wanted to strangle her, just because he said that he wanted to see him ascend the throne and become emperor?

Suddenly there was a light on his body, Cui Yi turned over and fell to the ground, and walked away without looking back.

Zhiying was still lying on the Luohan bed and couldn't get up, so Xiao Taoshu stepped forward, jumped up to her, and rubbed her furry head on her chest.

Thanks to Bailizan's eagerness, he released the cat and woke up Cui Yi, who had lost his mind, otherwise all his efforts to come back from the dead and make would be in vain.

Zhiying hugged the little peach cake, and lay down for a full meal with palpitations, before she got up exhausted and went to the side courtyard to thank you.

Bailizan looked at the red marks on her neck worriedly, and sighed: "I really didn't expect the prince to be so tough and be able to put such a heavy hand on his wife, alas! ”

"I think the prince thought of something, so he suddenly became so angry, I didn't see any signs of anger when I just finished speaking," Zhiying's voice was hoarse, and he was about to cough when he said two words, "It may not be aimed at me." ”

Bailizan was very helpless: "The prince almost strangled his wife, but the lady is excusing the prince?" ”

Zhiying shook his head and pressed his throat and said: "It's not an excuse, the prince has no intention that there must be some reason behind the throne, maybe it is related to the reason why he wants to strangle me, if we can't find the crux of the problem and remove it, no matter what we do in the future, the prince will respond negatively, and in the end it still can't be done." ”

"What is Madame going to do?"

"I don't know yet, I'm ......" Zhiying put his palm on his forehead, his thoughts hadn't been sorted out yet, "Let's avoid the prince for the time being, and provoke him again, but it's really hopeless." ”

Bailizan pinched the paws of the little peach crispy meat, and said with a smile: "What does Madam think the prince will do?" ”

"He?"

Zhiying thought for a while, and finally shook his head cluelessly: "The prince never plays cards according to reason, I really can't guess." ”

Bailizan said: "The prince is not unreasonable, but everything follows his heart, not bound by worldly common sense, in other words, as long as he thinks it is right, even if others do not understand, he will do it, on the contrary, if everyone thinks he should do it, and he is unwilling, then no one can force him." ”

Zhiying sat silently on the embroidery stool, bowed her head and said silently, Bailizan said again: "Although the prince is casual and free, there are still rules to follow, Madame might as well think more about what the prince likes and needs, instead of blindly giving him what you think is suitable for him." ”

"What do you mean ......?" Zhiying was slightly stunned and raised her head to look at him.

Bailizan blinked slyly and did not continue.

In the afternoon of the same day, Cui Yi still went to the West Camp to train the troops, and Zhiying considered that Xie Yuchan didn't want to see her, so she dispelled the idea of inviting them to come to the main courtyard to eat together, and instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner and bring it to everyone's room.

After dark, Cui Yi came back sweaty, and when he saw Zhiying cleaning up the soft couch outside, he was stunned and blurted out: "What are you doing?" ”

Zhiying glanced back at him and replied, "The water has been boiled, Xiaoqiu, serve the prince to bathe." ”

Xiaoqiu brought the prepared clean clothes, Cui Yi waved his hand, took off his helmet and put it on the table, his voice was indistinguishable from joy and anger: "You want to sleep in a separate bed with this king?" ”

"Would the prince be willing to share a bed with someone who wants to kill him?" Zhiying answered the question and looked at him for a long time.

Cui Yi was really asked, and he couldn't answer for a long time, and Zhiying didn't intend to hear the answer from his mouth, so he made the bed and sat in front of the makeup to comb his hair.

Xiaoqiu is in a dilemma: "The prince ......"

Cui Yiyi said: "All retreat." ”

A few maids had to retreat, Cui Yi took off the armor on his body and threw it aside, regardless of his clothes, he sat directly on the soft couch: "Since you got married, has this king treated you badly?" ”

Zhiying took off the earrings and put them in the box: "The prince treats the concubine very well, and he has never treated the concubine badly." ”

"You are not satisfied with being a martial princess, you have to be a queen to be satisfied?" When Cui Yi asked this, his voice could already clearly hear the anger.

Holding Ying's hand to pick the hairpin stopped, sighed and put it down: "I never said I wanted to be a queen." ”

The lord of the six houses, the mother of the world—so what? It's nothing more than brocade clothes and food, hugging each other and hugging each other, and the surface is glamorous, but in fact, he is a poor worm who can't even protect his own flesh and blood, and the person next to his pillow is always planning to kill himself.

"And what do you want?"

Zhiying turned around and asked seriously: "What does the prince want?" ”