But for the sake of their own interests, they will still disregard the wishes of others, even their lives, and they are not allowed to mention any extravagant thoughts such as happiness and hope.

Feelings, such a thing, are not worth it to them.

"Where does the friendship of the royal people come from?" Gu Xi Zeng said coldly and ruthlessly. She thought so intellectually at the time, but she was still a little unwilling emotionally, not angry, she remembered the mutual support and brother-sister relationship between herself and her third brother over the years, or it should be a little different from those ruthless and unrighteous royal people.

Yun Yanzheng sat under the porch of the courtyard of the county lord's mansion seemingly bored, quietly watching the fine snow falling outside, and suddenly felt more and more cold in his heart. Now I have some doubts about how much of her self-righteous brother-sister relationship is true and how fake it is?

In this huge imperial city, she only felt that her heart was empty, and there was nowhere to rely on.

In the distance, a maid whispered, "I heard that among the people who are running for the horse this time, there are Qiu Mingzhi, the seventh prince of the Mo country, Qin Wuxi, the emperor of the Chengguo, and Dongfang Chuliu, the patriarch of the border desert clan, and various small countries have sent envoys. ”

"In a few days, there will be a competition in the Imperial City. I heard that they are all dragons and phoenixes among people, so together, but it is a pity that we are humble and have no chance to see it. One sighed with infinite regret.

Another person said: "Even though these people have their own talents, if they are not the ones who treat the county lord wholeheartedly, what difference does it make who the horses are?" If you think about it carefully, it is better to be happy and happy as ordinary people and husbands and wives. ”

"How can we talk about the marriage of the royal family?" One whispered alarmingly.

"I just feel pity and injustice for the eldest princess, how many women's most precious youth and worry-free happiness should have been held in the palm of her hand to protect her family and defend the country over the years, but it can't be exchanged for a happy ending for a lifetime." The whispers of the maids gradually subdued, and gradually dissipated in the wind.

Yun Yan heard this, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, even at this moment, he couldn't give her a trace of quiet. And who is here to use the maid's words to try to provoke her? Could it be that she really has no resentment against the emperor? It's just that she has already understood, and her heart has long been dead. Now that the emperor wants to use her, she doesn't know that the reason why she didn't resist and was at ease was just that the emperor's plan was still based on the family and country as the first plan, so she knew that this was a use, and she was willing.

These days, the spies who have infiltrated the county lord's mansion by various forces have changed all kinds of tricks, far and near around her, talking about the talent and ability of a certain candidate for election, and even the vigorous power of the country behind them, as well as all kinds of precious and exquisite gifts that have been passed into the county lord's mansion.

Naturally, these emissaries and those behind them had various aims, or wanted to form an alliance with the Ulva; or want to destroy the marriage of Wei Cheng; Or you want to come and see the situation in the world; Or take the opportunity to reach a consensus with the countries to which it depends. is clearly desolate, there is no one, and a force is only here for her Yun Yanzheng person, but no matter what the outcome of the competition is, Emperor Wei will let Qin Wuxian, who replaced the prince of Chengguo, win in the final round of selection.

The established result remains the same, and the process is nothing more than a cover-up.

When the dragons and tigers were fighting in the imperial city, Yun Yanzheng was drinking alone in the county lord's mansion, drunk and dreaming of death, she used the last trace of strength to protect the safety of the country, right? Or is it wrong?

Is she too persistent?

For this marriage, Yun Yanzheng only sighed silently. At the banquet where the envoys from all sides appeared, she had to dress up even if she was lazy, and she couldn't help it. As for the talk of the envoys about her beauty and talents, she should only turn a deaf ear.

Yun Yanzheng sat bored on the banquet, her eyes quietly looked through the hazy figures of everyone in the lively hall from time to time, and watched the snowflakes flying outside, and in the huge palace, she only felt that her heart was as dry as a well. The people in the main hall were somewhat familiar, but most of them were strangers she had never met, and she socialized with them from time to time.

Qin Wuxue was arranged to sit beside her, and the two occasionally chatted about it, which was also inconsequential, and it was just a little temptation for each other.

In these Heavenly Emperor's Palaces, Wenbi Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and politics are discussed in the martial arts, and the martial arts are arranged in formations and military skills, each with its own strengths and splendor.

Yun Yanzheng just sat on the table and watched, and he was not really interested, until one of the best in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting that he had just competed in these days was unexpectedly the patriarch from the desert clan, Dongfang Chuliu. At first, everyone thought that a patriarch from a small border country had any ability? How can it be compared to the princes and princes from the Moguo and Chengguo, as well as the children of those noble families?

Yun Yanzheng occasionally paid attention to the battle situation, but he only felt that this person was not very good in terms of appearance and temperament. He wears a gorgeous and bright mask on his face, and it is said that he was burned by the fire when he was a child, and he has never shown his true face. On that day, he was forced by the words of the seven princes of the Moguo Kingdom to take off his mask in front of everyone, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his handsome but relatively mediocre face really had a few deep hideous old scars. But he didn't see how he took revenge on the Seven Princes of the Desert Country, just looked at him and let out a low sneer.

And this man seemed to be very weak, and even though the stove on the top of the hall had made everyone's face ruddy, the skin outside his mask was still unusually pale, and he was tightly draped around the luxurious light gray sable fur, which looked like a pom-pom from a distance. Among the handsome and elegant young talents from all the countries here who came to make Yushu face the wind, it seems to be like a cloud and mud.

However, no one expected that when the first competition began. When the sound of the piano in the main hall gradually sounded, everyone's eyes fell on him in unison. So long and elegant, so elegant and melodious, it is hard to believe that such an elegant and refined sound of the piano comes from the fingers of such a person.

Yun Yanzheng is also a master of the piano, so it is natural to pay attention to his fingering when playing the piano. Naturally, one of his hands was observed, which was different from his mediocre appearance, and was surprisingly slender and graceful, like treasures carefully carved from the finest jade. They are so flexible, even with soul and aura, and their movements play the noble rhythm of the heart of the piano as naturally as smoothly, which makes people involuntarily intoxicated by his piano sound. At that moment, it was like magic.

As soon as the song was played, everyone came back to their senses and looked at Dongfang Chuliu again, how could they not believe that Fang Cai's wonderful natural sound was from this person's hand?

But since then, some people have felt that this is the confidence that he dared to participate in this grand event. His low profile at the beginning, and then the outstanding sound of the piano, may also be a strategy for him to win.

As for the chess game a few days later, he once again won the first place without any suspense. This time, no one thought that it was a ridiculous thing for this Dongfang Chuliu, the patriarch of this small border country, to dare to come and compete with the princes and princes of various countries and the children of aristocratic families.

After this, some envoys came to the banquet to make friends with him, and he gladly agreed, and was quite kind, but he could hit the point with few words, and he was good at drinking, and the name of a thousand cups was spread. There are also various calculations from all sides, and he can also resolve them one by one in a decent manner.

A few days later, when it came to the competition of calligraphy and painting, I don't know if he understood the truth that after a blockbuster, the limelight should not be too revealing, or if he really had limited ability, so he lost two games in a row to Qiu Mingzhi, the seventh prince of Moguo.

In the later poetry arguments, he was compared by the sons and daughters of the royal family, and he could be compared to the second or third place counted from the back. He was gradually forgotten by others, and even provoked some inexplicable laughter, saying that he was an ignorant erector who made the moon by the wind.

Yun Yanzheng was sitting in the hall in a trance at the moment, listening to them debating the rise and fall of their predecessors, but her eyes were intentionally or unintentionally probing to Dongfang Chuliu. I saw that he always lowered his eyes, consciously or unconsciously, as if he was looking at the cup in his hand, but he had a faint intuition telling her that he seemed to be wandering in the world, as if he was indifferent to the people and things that were really debating, and he didn't care.

The reason why Yun Yanzheng paid attention to him was because although she wasn't listening carefully to what those people said, whenever these people's arguments were a little offensive to Qin Wuxian and couldn't help him, Dongfang Chuliu occasionally seemed to react slowly, and intentionally or unintentionally provided an allusion or point of view to Qin Wuxian to follow. And others often don't think that the key to everything lies in his points, and it seems that even Qin Wuxian doesn't have such a consciousness, but he just feels that he is quick enough to react, and he will always get a sharp reflection in the words of others.

In this way, Qiu Mingzhi and Qin Wuxi, who were assisted by Feng Jingning, fought an equal time, and each faintly led the way, but no one had a monopoly on it.

Feng Jingning's gaze also occasionally fell on Dongfang Chuliu's body, his expression was faint and thoughtful, and the look of doubt drifted by.

Qin Wuxue's face changed slightly, and he drank the wine in his hand thoughtfully, and the thoughts in his mind turned like a wheel.

This person doesn't seem to know poetry and books, but for reasons she doesn't know, and deliberately doesn't participate in them.

Yun Yanzheng's heart suddenly jumped, but he immediately denied his thoughts.

In her mind, at the same time, Gu Xi's white-clothed, pure and unconventional figure appeared.

Dongfang Chuliu seemed to have finally noticed her almost burning gaze, and couldn't help but slowly turn his head and raise his eyes to look at her. After a long silence, the corners of his lips faintly hooked up a faint smile, raised the wine glass in his hand, saluted her, then tilted his head to drink, and after coughing slightly, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her.