Chapter 153: The Dilemma of Foot
"Don't worry, I have something very important to discuss now, and I still have something to say to you later." In front of several other people, Wen Moshu shook Yan Li's hand heavily, and then stood beside her and turned around, "It's quite abrupt to find a few people to come over today, but the stakes are very high, and there is really no room for delay." β
In addition to the worries of Yan Li, several other people seemed to know the reason why Wen Moshu summoned everyone to the Tianque Palace, and looked at Wen Moshu with a pair of eyes, either anxious or indifferent, or deeply hidden.
Wen Moshu took a deep breath, and his voice was inadvertently lowered: "As Mo Zheng said just now, the emperor intends to marry several princes who have not yet married a family, including me and Mo Zheng, this is what the emperor said in the early dynasty today." I don't know exactly what the emperor's plans are, but I always feel a little uneasy about this sudden decision, so I invited a few people to see if there is any news to exchangeβjust like last time, since everyone's goals are almost the same, it is better to work together for the time being and take what they need. β
Wen Moshu, Wen Mozheng and Wen Moqing, who represent the three forces respectively, have cooperated once before, that is, when they decided to go to Anzhou with their worries, several people shared information and then integrated the most suitable plan, which was much better than doing it separately. In the last experience, the three parties were quite acceptable to this form of conversation, but Wen Moqing's attitude was always a little awkward.
"The prince's identity is special, and he has always been married by the emperor or the queen to draw the red line, if the second prince wants to find a way to escape the marriage, I think it is better to die as soon as possible, and it is difficult to escape his responsibility in his position." As if he didn't see Yan Li's gloomy face, Wen Moqing poked Wen Moqing's sore spot one by one.
"There is nothing wrong with my father's marriage, but this is too urgent, and my second brother and I are completely unprepared! After all, it is a lifelong event, how can you make a hasty decision? Wen Mozheng clenched his fists, his delicate and handsome eyebrows wrinkled, and his eyebrows couldn't hide his reckless impulse, "I'm just it, anyway, I haven't met a woman who has to marry when I'm so old, but the second brother ......" Wen Mozheng paused, his eyes swept over his worries, and his voice suddenly became much quieter: "The second brother has already expressed his attitude, and the father still wants to marry the second brother, isn't this a stick to beat the mandarin duck?" β
"What do the four princes think the emperor should do? Because the princes marry wives casually, and teach the daughters of the powerful ministers and royal families to have nowhere to put them, do the princes worry about how to win people's hearts every day? Wen Moqing's cold retort was sharp and sharp, and he didn't save face for Wen Mozheng, who was the prince, at all.
In fact, who doesn't understand these things? Although Wen Mozheng is a young man with a straight intestine, he eventually grew up in the deep palace of the imperial city, and those changes in the situation and power tricks are familiar with it, and he naturally understands that the love of royal children is difficult to seek freedom.
In this regard, Wen Mozheng is just a little uneven.
Wen Mozheng's impassioned enthusiasm did not bring Yan Liwu a slight change of attitude, and she still sat in the chair and was silent like a sculpture, as if the things discussed by everyone had nothing to do with her. Wen Moshu looked at her, her already bloodless face became more and more sickly, and she hesitated for a long time before she mustered up the courage to shake her hand, which was cold and cold, and did not give him any response.
Wen Moshu wanted to smile to ease the embarrassment, but he couldn't even squeeze out a bitter smile at this time, retracted his hand in frustration, and reluctantly cheered up and said: "Normally, the emperor will give the prince a chance to choose if he marries, but this time the emperor refuses to reveal the slightest tone, as if he has a plan in his heart; In addition, the five countries have recently sent envoys to the abyss or have a marriage invitation, it is not yet known whether the emperor will use the prince as a medium to strengthen relations with Qingyue and other five countries, and I am also forced to open this mouth, I hope you can work together to come up with a way to deal with it in advance. β
In the hundreds of years of history of the Yuan Kingdom, it is not uncommon to send the prince of this dynasty to a friendly neighboring country as a son-in-law, but the princes who go to be the concubines are all unfavored and even bored by the emperor and excluded by their brothers The more likely it is to drive out of the country.
Jun Wunian, who is familiar with the entire history of Zhongzhou, has long thought of this level, and although the Qinghe face, who has always been smiling and welcoming, has not lost his smile, it is also so faint that it is almost nothing: "It seems that the second prince has been summoned by the emperor alone." To tell the truth, His Royal Highness was also summoned by the emperor to the imperial study to mention this matter the day before yesterday, although he did not explain the identity of the woman who planned to marry the in-laws, but his attitude of eagerly making arrangements for His Royal Highness was extremely firm. Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that the emperor wants to take the opportunity of the five countries to pay homage to solve the big trouble of his henchmen, not only to expel the two princes, but also to do it reasonably and without attracting criticism. But there's another thing I'm very strange about-" Jun Wunian turned his head and pointed at Wen Moqing with an unhappy expression: "Why does Moqing have to be involved?" β
"Why can't I get involved?" Wen Moqing squinted and raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips were a hint of banter, "Do you feel sorry for me?" Or are you afraid that I will be implicated and married to the ends of the earth and die of old age with you? β
"Well, I feel sorry for you, I'm most afraid that you will pretend to be a ghost in a place I can't see, and I will die early." Jun Wunian sneered, accepted all the rare jokes of Wen Moqing, and even deliberately made a reluctant gesture, and refused to give up until Wen Moqing was forced to show disgust and disgust.
In front of the two princes who were sad and bitter, and the two brothers of the same sect in Junzilou could behave as usual, Chu Ci keenly noticed the solemnity that flashed in Wen Moqing's eyes, and he thought for a while, and smiled lightly: "It turns out that the people who are forced to marry also include the prince." β
A sentence that is neither light nor heavy, makes the slightly relaxed atmosphere freeze suddenly.
"Is the world and the son among them?!" Wen Mozheng was dumbfounded, staring at Wen Moqing incredulously, "What is my father going to do, isn't Shizi his henchman?" How do you want to get rid of ......?"
Halfway through his words, Wen Mozheng realized that he had made another mistake, and hurriedly covered his mouth and shook his head again and again, and when he saw Jun Wunian's helpless gaze wilting like frost hitting an eggplant. Wen Moqing didn't care about Wen Mozheng's words, she only looked at Jun Wunian lightly, and said half-jokingly: "As a senior brother, that's how you say bad things about me behind my back?" β
"It's not a bad thing, weren't you the emperor's henchman before Lian Song appeared?" Jun Wunian shrugged his shoulders, completely without the embarrassment and guilt after being exposed, "Don't be a fool, you know better than anyone how the emperor ascended to the throne, how does it feel to be suspected of being alienated or even kicked away now?" I told you not to get involved, you didn't listen, but now it's okay, just stuff you with a fat-headed and big-eared exotic princess, do you marry or not? β
"Fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. Mind yourself and don't talk about me. β
The party originally used to discuss serious matters became a place for Wen Moqing and Jun Wunian's brothers to fight, and the onlookers couldn't cry or laugh, looking at Wen Mo's scattered thoughts, and then looking at Wen Mozheng's dazed and stunned, and then looking at Yan Li's sadness and distraction, only his own master was calm and leisurely drinking tea and eating dates, and he was more and more admired.
After watching most of the show, after eating a plate of dates, Chu Ci finally drank the last sip of tea satisfied, and his deep and handsome eyebrows raised slightly: "Don't you think you are digressing?" β
"There is no need to talk about meaningless things." Wen Moqing suddenly got up, walked straight to Yan Liwu's side, grabbed the slender wrist that Buying held tightly and pulled the whole person up from the chair, "Let's go, send you back to the Leadhua Palace." β
Knowing that Wen Moqing might also be forced to marry by the emperor, Wen Mozheng was still a little happy, thinking that in this way he would discuss countermeasures with everyone, who knew that Wen Moqing not only participated but also pulled away the words that Wen Moshu specially called, Wen Mozheng was naturally unhappy, and he stretched out his hand without thinking about it, and pulled the sleeves of Yan Liwu.
Jun Wunian gasped suddenly, and before he could flash to Wen Moqing's side, Wen Mozheng had already screamed in pain, and almost lost his strength and half knelt on the ground.
"Moqing!" Rao is Jun Wunian has a good temper, and this time he was also annoyed, so he sank his face and snorted coldly.
Wen Moqing let go of the fingers that were clasping Wen Mozheng's veins, and his expression was flat and almost numb: "Take care of your people, and I'm not welcome to move my hands and feet again." β
"You're not very polite now, are you?" Chu Ci was still sitting in his place, holding his cheeks and looking at the two senior brothers who had a stiff atmosphere, and there was a faint smile to see the excitement, "Doesn't Your Highness have something to say to Miss Yan?" Why don't you stop some? It's not easy for Miss Yan to come out with a trip. β
Wen Moshu coughed a few times, seeing that Yan Li's shoulders trembled but did not look back, a wry smile spread at the corner of his mouth: "It's all dispensable gossip, if Miss Yan is in a hurry to leave and doesn't want to listen, just talk about it another day." β
What he said, when did she not want to hear it? Where he was, how could she ever want to leave? However, at this moment, Yan Liwu really didn't want to stay in the Tianque Hall for more, and he didn't want to listen to what Wen Moshu wanted to explain to her - too much explanation would make her more irritable.
"Let's go, the noble Jin is still waiting for me in the palace." The hoarse voice said in a deep voice, and he pulled the sleeve of Wen Moqing's shirt without a trace.
The cold gaze moved away from Wen Mozheng's shocked and angry expression, and Wen Moqing walked out of the Tianque Hall without looking back, leaving a room of people silent. After a long time, Chu Ci was still disgusted: "Don't you chase it?" What His Highness wants to say to Miss Yan should be very important, right? β
"She's angry, it's useless for me to say anything, it will only make her sadder." The stuffy breath in his chest was difficult to discharge, and Wen Moshu had to sigh again and again.
Jun Wunian helped Wen Mozheng up, seeing that his pulse was only a little red, there was no big problem, and the anger in his stomach finally slowly faded, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Your Highness has nothing to do to provoke him?" That donkey has a great temper, and when he gets angry, it doesn't matter if it's the prince or the son of heaven, even I have to avoid his arrogance, just now His Highness really messed around with his own life! β
"How could I mess with him? It's just that he wants to hold Miss Yan, who knows that the crazy person usually says to do it! Wen Mozheng's face turned pale with anger, he gritted his teeth and kept muttering, and the young man's heart was undoubtedly revealed, "Miss Yan was invited by the second brother, and it has nothing to do with him, why does he hold on?" Is...... What a shame! β
Wen Moshu's face sank suddenly, and he frowned and shouted: "Mo Zheng, don't talk nonsense." β
"The second prince doesn't have to mind, Moqing's stinky temper is often scolded, I'm used to hearing it, and besides, Moqing was indeed wrong just now." Jun Wunian waved his hand, groaned slightly, and his meaningful gaze fell on Wen Moshu's face, "But Moqing is rarely so indiscriminate in front of outsiders." β
"Really? It seems that I still don't know enough about the prince, I wonder if Boss Jun is willing to give up some time to talk to me about the prince's affairs? As if he had expected the result a long time ago, without waiting for Jun Wunian to answer, Wen Moshu, who had recovered his normal color, raised his arm slightly, and motioned for Jun Wunian to enter the inner room for a secret talk.