PS: I'm sorry yesterday, I came back from out of town, and I was physically and mentally exhausted!

"Xiaohui, Brother Shi will marry you and come back to Beijing with me?"

No, it's too straightforward to say this, and it's too Meng Lang, Minghui's girl has a thin skin, and she will definitely be unbearable.

"Xiaohui, you don't have anywhere to go anyway, why don't you go back with Brother Shi, Brother Shi will treat you well?

Isn't this too subtle, can this girl understand?

……

"Husband."

"Xiaoyue, didn't you go back to your room to rest?" Meng Yan looked up in surprise, and suddenly saw Princess Minghui with her head down behind Guo Yue, with a very nervous expression.

"Husband, I brought Sister Xiaohui here, don't you have something important to tell her?" Guo Yue pulled Princess Minghui in front of him and pushed her towards Meng Yan.

"That Xiaohui, I ......" Just as he was about to speak, Meng Yan didn't know what to say.

"Brother Shi, Sister Xiaoyue told me that Xiaohui is willing to go back with Brother Shi." Princess Minghui said in a mosquito-like voice.

"This ......" Meng Yan was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened, and he didn't know what to say.

"Xiaohui, can you think about it, this may be a huge harm to you, and it will be difficult for you to face your brother and relatives on the grassland again?" Meng Yan calmed down and solemnly reminded.

"Brother, he doesn't regard me as his sister anymore, Uncle Borshu treats me best, and he ...... now" Princess Minghui's eyes turned red, and she silently wept.

"Xiaohui, I didn't mean that, in this way, you go back to Beijing with me first, and we'll talk about that later, okay?"

"Nope. I don't want to go back with you secretly, I want to go back with you openly. "The little girl is really a character who dares to love and hate, and she deserves to be the son and daughter of the grassland and the descendant of the golden family.

"Xiaohui, this is too unfair to you, I can't let you suffer such a big grievance." Meng Yan Road.

"Sister Xiaohui. Or listen to your husband's words, if you take the initiative, I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous to your husband. Guo Yue interjected.

"Why?" Princess Minghui was puzzled.

"You don't understand this Xiaohui sister, this involves the relationship between the Ming Dynasty and the Tatars, and the husband used to be in your Tatar relationship, if you take the initiative, then someone will attack the husband as a Tatar spy, once there are many such ministers, the husband will inevitably be excluded and suspicious. Then the current official position and status will not be kept. Guo Yue explained.

"What does it matter if you don't become an official?"

"Xiaohui, you don't understand, if the husband doesn't be this official, he can't protect himself, and we, this official not only has to be maintained, but we sometimes have to make sacrifices for it, of course, this kind of sacrifice is not that kind of sacrifice. Do you understand? ”

Princess Minghui grew up in the Tatar royal court, and her brother was the Great Khan of Tatar. Even if she wasn't interested in politics at all, she still knew the cruelty of politics.

What happens to the loser, death may not be the most painful.

"I understand, listen to Brother Shi's arrangement." Princess Minghui nodded, she still believed in Meng Yan.

There are not many people in this world that she can trust, and there used to be Uncle Borshu and her brother. But the brother insisted on marrying him to the old and ugly man who was so much older than her, and Uncle Borshu died.

As time passed, her hatred for Meng Yan had faded, even if there were. That's just buried in the bottom of my heart.

This kind of hatred is no longer the kind it was at the beginning, Uncle Borshu obviously went to die, even if Meng Yan didn't have the ability to kill him, he wouldn't survive.

This is the insistence in his heart, he would rather die under the arrow of Meng Yan, a student, than live in secret.

If a generation of arrow gods became humiliating traitors, what kind of blow would it be to the people of the grassland?

What's more, Borshu never had the idea of surrendering.

"Xiaohui, thank you, Brother Shi will give you a stable and happy home." Meng Yan was very moved, he understood what this meant to Princess Minghui, although she may not be able to hear it, but for a girl, fame is so important, especially for her who is influenced by Han culture.

"Husband, why don't you cook raw rice tonight?" Guo Yue said with a joking smile.

"Don't!" Meng Yan and Princess Minghui said in unison, especially Princess Minghui, whose little face was as pink as rouge in an instant.

"You two really have a tacit understanding." Guo Yue snorted sourly.

"Xiaohui is still young." Meng Yan said embarrassedly, from the point of view of later generations, Princess Minghui's age is indeed still young, but according to the customs of the Tatars, Princess Minghui has already reached the age of marriage, and girls of her age have not only given birth to babies on the grassland.

Princess Minghui's face turned even redder, she had some expectation in her heart, and she was a little disappointed, looking forward to the moment when she really became Meng Yan's woman, but what was lost was that Meng Yan felt that she was still young, she didn't know where she was small?

Is it the custom of the Han people to take marriage leave?

Aren't there Han women who marry very early? It's not that she doesn't understand the customs of marriage in the Central Plains?

Could it be that Brother Shi dislikes himself, but if he dislikes it, why should he ......

A girl's heart is messy.

After this matter was settled, Meng Yan felt as if a stone had been removed from his chest, and he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

"Go and invite the old horse to come over, the official has something to look for him." After the two daughters left together, Meng Yan instructed Wang Heng.

Soon, Ma Weiran came quickly.

"My lord, are you looking for me?" Ma Weiran asked, why did Meng Yan call himself over at such a late hour?

"This official wants to write a recital for the saint, you are a jinshi, and your writing is better than this official, so I came to you." Meng Yan Road.

Writing this kind of thing, Meng Yan has always liked vernacular writing, how to write straightforwardly, anyway, he is not a civil official, and the writing he writes is not like himself, so Wang Heng can ghostwrite.

However, the matter that Meng Yan wants to play now is not trivial, and he can't use the vernacular anymore, he has to be more formal, so he invited Ma Weiran over and asked him to help polish it.

"My lord, you say, how can I write it?" When Ma Weiran heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wrote a recital, what kind of difficult thing is this, he is a good jinshi, and this kind of thing can be done in minutes.

"Here's the thing." Meng Yan organized the language and spoke it slowly.

Ma Weiran soon became calm, my lord, this is the rhythm of the sky, you already have a wife and a concubine, and you still want to rob other Tatar princesses as concubines?

This is really a hero's sad beauty!

"Old horse, old horse......" After Meng Yan finished speaking, he found that Ma Weiran was stunned over there, the boss with his mouth open, and the corners of his mouth were still a little wet.

This old guy is actually drooling?

"Go on, sir, I'll listen." Ma Weiran came over suddenly, and hurriedly closed his mouth and said.

"After the official finished speaking, did you understand?" Meng Yan shook his head slightly, this old horse's psychological endurance is too poor.

"My lord, you really ...... this performance."

"The official told you alone about this, if you don't write it, will it be difficult for me to write it?" Meng Yan immediately blocked back.

"My lord, aren't you embarrassed?"

"This official is giving you a chance to leave a name in history, don't live up to the kindness of this official, tonight, this official's study is for you, it is written, and it will be handed over to this official tomorrow morning." Meng Yan stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked away on his own.

"Your Excellency, you're not ......"

"Take care of Master Ma, bring him a quilt, if you have any requirements, try to meet them!" Meng Yan also ordered the guards at the door.

"Whoa!"

Ma Weiran smiled bitterly, she thought it was a good thing, but as a result, she was actually under house arrest.

This job should be handed over to Jiang Yu's old guy, he is much older than himself.

Early the next morning, Meng Yan came to see Ma Weiran and found that this guy's eyes were as red as a rabbit.

"What's the matter, it won't be like this if you don't sleep this night, right?"

"It's okay, my lord, it's the smoke that smokes." Ma Weiran smiled and explained.

"This is a candle made of mutton fat, and there is no smoke." Meng Yanhu asked suspiciously.

"My lord, can you go back to the recital you want?" Ma Weiran handed over the fold and was about to run out.

"Wait a minute, I haven't seen it yet." Of course, Meng Yan couldn't just let him go, this guy was going to leave, and it would be difficult for him to revise and polish it.

"My lord, the lower officials are in a hurry, and they are in a hurry, and they ......are in a hurry."

"Hold on." Meng Yan opened the fold and looked at it, the content was not badly written, it was decent, but he felt that something was wrong.

Meng Yan thought about it and saw Ma Weiran, who had his hands on his inner thighs and his legs between them, holding back a face with a flushed face.

I felt a little unbearable in my heart, and I locked up people all night, and I didn't let people and pee: "Old Ma, you go." ”

"Thank you, sir!" Ma Weiran ran out as if he had been amnestied, and ran out with his thighs between his legs.

In order to write this recital, he drank almost ten cups of tea this night to refresh himself, and finally couldn't hold it back.

Meng Yan finally understood that this piece of music was not like his own style, it was too unassuming, and it would be no problem if it was submitted, but it was too stable, and it was a bit like a decision made by himself.

It's like a collective decision made by the big guys after they discussed it.

So, as soon as Meng Yan stretched out his hand, he directly tore up the written fold, and he wrote it himself.

"Chen Mengyan has taken a fancy to the Tatar princess and wants to take her as a concubine, please ask the emperor for permission!" Meng Yan took the pen and wrote it down directly.

Suddenly I felt that this was too direct, a ball, threw it into the paper basket, and picked up the pen and wrote on the paper again, this time I wrote too much, I felt too wordy, I frowned, grabbed it, a ball, and threw it away again.

The last one,I finally feel a little satisfied.,But it's just a little vulgar.,But,It's nothing.,It's a little bit of a young and frivolous meaning.。

"Someone!"

Meng Yan sealed the fold with fire paint and handed it to Wang Hengdao: "Six hundred miles is urgent, send it directly to the capital, and present it to the saint." (To be continued......)