Mo Nanqi looked at the emperor with a smile, and after glancing at Mo Nanchen beside him, he chuckled: "When the son came in, I heard your father say that you are married or not, who is going to get married?" ”

His eyes were blank, as if he really didn't know who was going to marry.

The emperor dropped the wolf's hair, he looked towards Mo Nanchen, and said in a cold voice what Fang had just said to Mo Nanchen.

After speaking, he silently pulled his lips and sneered.

Everyone in the world knows that the emperor is the noble Son of Heaven, and between heaven and earth, only he can pick something that matches him.

That An Ruqing's beauty, her thick and curved eyelashes are always trembling when she looks at people, her dark eyes seem to be able to pinch out water, and there is always a kind of gentleness and density when looking at people.

Such a delicate woman is only matched by him, the emperor.

But Mo Nanchen's son is good, and he has repeatedly asked him to make an order to marry An Ruqing.

Such a beautiful woman, if she really became Mo Nanchen's wife, he probably wouldn't be able to let go of it in this life.

As soon as he thought of this, the emperor felt a burst of depression in his heart.

Mo Nanqi remained silent, looked at the emperor's face, and after seeing his cold color, the smile on his lips became even stronger.

"Father, don't you know, he and An Ruqing are very affectionate, and now the people in his palace call An Ruqing the princess."

Mo Nanqi smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Nanchen's expressionless face, he smiled and looked at the emperor and said: "Every time Erchen goes to him, he can see An Ruqing by his side, and the relationship between the two is also very good. ”

Every word fell into the emperor's ears, and he pinched his palm, his brows were already furrowed, and his expression was cold.

Mo Nanchen glanced at Mo Nanqi with cold eyes, the matter between him and Qing'er, Mo Nanqi knew that it was normal, but when did he, who didn't deal with him, come to speak for them?

Weird, not normal.

Mo Nan Chen Sen's cold eyes narrowed slightly, staring directly at Mo Nanqi, as if he wanted to see through his figure what tricks he was playing.

"Father, you will do his wish and set a wedding date for him and An Ruqing."

Mo Nanqi smiled and showed a mouthful of clean teeth, and spoke for Mo Nanchen again.

Rao is a scheming emperor, and at this moment, he also discovered that something was wrong with Mo Nanqi.

When will his son help Mo Nanchen speak.

The emperor looked at the two of them with half-squinted eyes, and then stared at Mo Nanchen for a long time.

If Mo Nanchen really marries An Ruqing, he will definitely feel uncomfortable in his heart, An Ruqing wants to get married, and it is right with him.

The eyes of the two sons in front of him were hot, one was like a smiling tiger, and the other was like an iceberg.

The Emperor took a deep breath, suppressed the deep dissatisfaction in his heart, and seemed to squeeze out the words he didn't want to say.

"I promised you about getting married, and I will naturally promise it." After that, the emperor looked at Mo Nanchen with cold eyes, and his cloudy eyes were full of unwillingness.

"In that case, thank you, father."

Mo Nanchen looked indifferent, raised his hand casually, and then raised his eyes and pulled his lips: "I don't know when my father plans to let me marry Qing'er." ”

The emperor dragged on and on, and only by pressing forward step by step could he make a decision.

Mo Nanchen's dark eyes were like scorching light, he stared at the emperor tightly, and there was a feeling that if the emperor did not do absolutes today, he would not give up.

The emperor breathed for a moment, his heart suddenly stopped, and his face turned iron blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, he clenched his five fingers, nodded slightly, and pulled out a sneer: "You have asked so, if I don't settle down again, it will seem really uninteresting." ”

"Now that the situation is turbulent, if you get married, the end of the year will be a good day, and your marriage with An Ruqing will be set at the end of the year."

After the emperor finished speaking, he folded his hands behind his back.

When Mo Nanchen heard the word "end of the year", his sword eyebrows were frivolous.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, as long as he could marry Qing'er, he couldn't bear the things next to him.

The sun hung high, and the earth shone brightly.

Mo Nanchen returned to the palace, changed into a crimson official robe, and then came to the main hall.

The food in the main hall is fragrant, and before people get closer, they have already smelled the fragrance, and they have made people have a great appetite after smelling it.

An Ruqing helped Crimson put the dishes on the table, and when she raised her eyes to look at Mo Nanchen, who was walking against the light, she raised her lips happily: "Lord Wang, you're back!" ”

"The emperor has promised me to marry you at the end of the year." Mo Nanchen looked at An Ruqing's doting lips, and his deep black eyes were full of An Ruqing's figure.

Hearing this, An Ruqing smacked her tongue in surprise.

There is still half a year......

She has lived in the palace for more than half a year, why does this emperor still delay their marriage, I'm afraid there is some conspiracy?

An Ruqing frowned in dissatisfaction, and pursed her lips speechlessly, "The emperor has always said that it doesn't count, and this is not the first time you have asked him to set a wedding date for us." ”

"Although half a year is not long, if we are busy, half a year's work will pass in the blink of an eye, but ......"

She sighed lightly, her beautiful little face was full of depression, "But I'm afraid that something will happen here, once there is another change, the marriage between you and me will have to be postponed." ”

If it is delayed again, I am afraid that the outside world will not know what kind of unheard image she and Mo Nanchen will pass on.

Mo Nanchen chuckled, pulled An Ruqing to sit down at the table, he turned his thumb and green wrench, looked at An Ruqing's bright black eyes and smiled: "Qing'er is so anxious, don't you think half a year is too long, and you want to marry this king immediately,"

"Don't you want to?"

An Ruqing pursed her lips again, not to be outdone, straightened her body and asked rhetorically, and then deliberately squeezed her fist and lightly pounded Mo Nanchen's chest.

She didn't believe it, and Mo Nanchen didn't want to be with her soon.

If Mo Nanchen didn't want to, he could not go into the palace to talk to the emperor about their marriage.

Now that he has said it, it naturally reflects that he also wants to be with himself.

"Why did the prince tease me, I'm just worried, after all, there are things before before, and if you want me to marry quietly, I really can't do it."

An Ruqing's expression was sad, and her eyebrows were dyed with a little sadness.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Mo Nanchen was silent for a long time, and finally quietly embraced An Ruqing into his arms, enjoying the rare time from peace with her at this moment.

is just the word enjoyment, and it seems that he has never been close to An Ruqing.

Xiao Ying hurriedly ran outside, big beads of sweat fell on her forehead, and she looked anxious: "Lord, princess, it's not good!" ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's the emperor's grandson, he has a high fever!"

An Ruqing immediately straightened up, her melancholy expression became serious, there is no way to cool down quickly with a high fever in this era, and it is common to be a fool if you can't get it!

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, An Ruqing left with Xiaoying without thinking about it.

Inside the room.

Mo Yuan was lying on the bed, his face was flushed and terrifying, his black eyelashes trembled like butterflies, and his sideburns were covered with beads of sweat, looking sickly.

An Ruqing hurriedly beckoned to Xiaoying, "How long has Mo Yuan had a fever?" ”

"The slave maid came once this morning, when the emperor and grandson were still resting and did not have a fever, and then the slave and maid came to call the emperor and grandson for lunch."

Xiao Ying looked at Mo Yuan worriedly, said truthfully, and after speaking, she added: "The slave maid came in twice, and there was only a difference of about an hour. ”

An Ruqing's eyebrows raised slightly, she turned her head to look at Mo Yuan, who kept beads of sweat, and understood that his high fever was burned around the hour in Xiao Ying's mouth.