248: Chang'an who has lost his mind
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the princess is still the champion. At the Qionglin banquet, the weak Jun Wuxian, who was dignified and elegant and talented, was not like an ordinary scholar, and was naturally taken by the princess, not in the Qionglin banquet, but in the palace test, the princess of Chang'an, who was hiding behind the screen, had already been in love, and told the first emperor that she was not Jun Wuxian and would not marry.
So at the Qionglin banquet, Princess Chang'an boldly confessed to Jun Wuxian, looking at the man she liked with affection, eager to get his response.
She believes that when she was born in a cold family, once she soared to prosperity, it is not permanent, and only when she marries her status in a cold family will it be solid, and his talent can be displayed without having to be constrained everywhere in the officialdom.
She, for him, is harmless!
Men in the world will marry a Yue family who can help him and make him struggle for less than 20 years, not to mention, she is not helping him for 20 years, but helping him to glorify the lintel and the ancestors!
She raised her chin proudly, smiling as she was bound to win.
Jun Wuxian refused with righteous words, saying that he already had a beloved wife and would never fail his wife. If the princess forcibly persecuted, Jun Wuxian was willing not to make a name for himself.
The first emperor was very satisfied with Jun Wuxian's answer, he was going to reuse the cold door.
Princess Chang'an is not convinced: I am a princess, I only have help for you, not just as simple as a smooth step. After the banquet was dismissed, Princess Chang'an stopped Jun Wuxian and asked.
Wuxian only has that apricot blossom in his heart, ambition, ambition, all because of her I go to fight, if she can't share it with me, then I Ningyang is with her.
I would like to serve her as a husband, but she must be a concubine, I am a princess, and the dignity of the empire does not allow me to be a concubine.
Wuxian only has one wife, one woman, that's her, Jun forgetful.
Have you ever heard a saying: How can you match my champion with a little red lips? Ten miles of red makeup and nine clans died, and hundreds of branches were broken in front of the court. May Qing eliminate her sorrows and make a new love, and don't hate me as a negative man.
Jun Wuxian naturally heard this story, which is about a generation of famous prostitutes who sold jewelry and scattered their belongings to help their sweethearts go to Beijing to take the exam.
The famous prostitute wrote to question, and the scholar replied to the letter with every word, and the famous prostitute was heartbroken and committed suicide by throwing herself into the river.
Princess Chang'an was hinting to him that she had the ability to let his wife who cared about enter the Qinglou or kill her head, when her princess was provoked to ignore her authority.
Jun Wuxian snorted coldly, he hated this kind of ignorant woman the most because she had a noble status, if the emperor made such a ridiculous will despite his already wife, this empire would not be worthy of his service!
Under Chang'an's surprised gaze, Jun Wuxian strode away, returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying, and prepared to pack up and leave home.
Bright and upright people can never imagine how dark human nature is, Jun Wuxian still underestimated a little princess who had lost her mind but was pampered since she was a child, her madness, her face that Jun Wuxian had ruthlessly lost.
With the help of a person, she drugged Jun Wuxian on the way home, and the two of them had the reality of husband and wife, afraid that Jun Wuxian would seek death Mingzhi, I don't know where she got Miao Jiang Tongxin Gu, the mother Gu was given to herself, and the child Gu was given to Jun Wuxian, and then there was the champion Lang Jun Wuxian who told the world to marry the princess of Chang'an.
When the news came back to Xinghua Village, Wangji had already been a full moon.
She didn't cry, but sat under the old apricot tree for five days and five nights, and the child in her arms had to be strong.