What does Emperor Xiaokang want?

This is the question that Han Fu pondered when he walked on the way to the marriage room.

Summarizing the known information and combining it with your own situation, you can draw a superficial conclusion.

Emperor Xiaokang has been suppressing the family.

It can be inferred from this that what Emperor Xiaokang did to him was to suppress the family.

Listening to your words is better than a seat... Han Fu complained in his heart, but he knew that although the basis and conclusion of his analysis were the same, they were different.

Three days ago, the Zhou Mansion spent a lot of money swinging and rounding about the marriage, and Han Fu didn't know the reason for it at first.

But these three days of living in the mansion and sorting out Baili Mingda's words, it is not difficult to speculate on the intentions of the Zhou and Qin families.

If you want to get married, you have to get rid of the obstruction of Emperor Xiaokang, so the poem is held.

His appearance broke the plan of the Zhou and Qin families, and Emperor Xiaokang was happy to see this, but he also had concerns about him.

Seven poems for one person, the first classic, so talented, with its operation, it is easy to gain a firm foothold among the literati.

Han Fu's fame has risen sharply, and his appeal has increased dramatically, and the direct beneficiary is none other than the Zhou family.

In this way, for the Zhou family, it can be said that it is lost in the east corner and harvested mulberry elm.

This is contrary to the idea of the well-off emperor who has the intention of suppressing the nobles, and there is room for manipulation.

Therefore, Emperor Xiaokang decisively gave marriage and made Han Fu enter the Zhou family.

The identity of the son-in-law is the shackles of handcuffs on Han Fu's body, even if he is recognized by the world as a peerless poet, such as poetry and immortal words, but he can only hang on the edge of the literati circle, and cannot be truly accepted and respected.

Without it, it is all because of the disgraceful identity of the son-in-law.

Unless Han Fu is evil enough, he can break the shackles and get rid of the shackles with his own body.

But Emperor Xiaokang believes that this matter is comparable to ascending to the sky.

Not only him, but even the world, will think so.

And it makes sense.

As for tonight, why Emperor Xiaokang ordered someone to send a reward, the reason is simple.

He was revealing a signal to Han Fu.

I can make you a son-in-law with no personality to speak of, and I can also make you useful to me, glorifying your ancestors.

Everything, just a matter of the emperor's words.

The sentence brought by the great eunuch Wang De is the best evidence.

In this way, it depends on how Han Fu chooses.

After everything was figured out, Han Fu's body and mind were smooth, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Emperor Xiaokang's operation is really sassy.

There are three small courtyards in the west courtyard, Baili Mingda is in the east, Baili Mingsu is in the west, and the middle courtyard was originally empty, but now it belongs to Han Fu.

But his courtyard was not lit, and the same was true of Baili Mingda's courtyard.

At this moment, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the moonlight is pouring like mercury, setting off the courtyard with colorful lights and big red happy characters.

Stepping over the arch, Han Fu walked straight to the main room, paused in front of the door, and then pushed the door in.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

As soon as it was opened and closed, Han Fu pinned the door with his hand.

The house is bright, and it is decorated before the wedding, and at this moment, under the glow of the lights, a room of festive red is dyed.

There are dishes and wine on the table, and cold dishes are mostly used by the husband and wife later.

Thyme Mingsu, who was covered with a big red hijab, sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and remained silent.

At this moment, she seemed to be very calm, even if Han Fu approached step by step, her body did not shake in the slightest.

Yu Ruyi was placed on the side, and Han Fu took it in his hand and slowly sent it to the edge of the hijab.

He was very curious about what Baili Mingsu, known as one of the three beauties of Dingxing, looked like.

As Yu Ruyi lifted up a little bit, the mysterious hijab was revealed, revealing a delicate and moist chin.

It's a melon seed face, and it's beautiful... Han Fu concluded so, so he no longer hesitated, and directly lifted the entire hijab.

What a beautiful face!

Han Fu was amazed.

Dai eyebrows are lightly drawn, eyes are like stars, Qiong's nose is delicate, and red lips are delicate.

Perfect to impeccable facial features, laid out in a golden ratio on a delicate and fair melon seed face.

The hair is like ink, supplemented by a golden hairpin, and the steps are slightly shaking, almost static.

What is especially rare is her unique and irreproducible precious temperament, as if the breath of wisdom comes from the surface, which makes people addicted.

I have to admit that even if Han Fu was used to seeing all kinds of beauties in reality and on TV in his previous life, he was also admired from the bottom of his heart.

It is worthy of being one of the three beauties of Dingxing, just in terms of appearance, it is already an incomparable person who has seen in his previous life, if he adds a unique intellectual temperament... Such a temperament is not only intellectual.

For a while, Han Fu didn't know how to describe it.

But he has been a human being in two lives and has experienced real life and death, so he is only amazed for a moment, and he has not sunk into it.

Between breaths, the eyes return to clarity.

As for superficial thoughts, it is not impossible, after all, he is not a eunuch, and he also has lust.

However, that thought was only born for a moment, and it was stifled in the cradle.

Thyme Mingsu was also looking at him.

Looking at each other, Han Fu saw peace in Baili Mingsu's eyes.

In her eyes, there is no shyness and restraint that a newlywed girl should have.

His character can be seen from this.

"Is it beautiful?" Baili Mingsu's lips rose lightly, and his voice was beautiful.

Han Fu is not a good liar, so he smiled: "Much more beautiful than Aunt Zhao." ”

Aunt Zhao, naturally, is the woman who wore monk's clothes and had an affair with the abbot of Du'e Temple, nearly forty years old.

Thyme Mingsu was stunned for an instant.

She had come up with many answers for Han Fu, but she didn't think of this.

Although she has a heart that far exceeds that of girls of the same age, at the age of seventeen, she still retains a little girlish heart.

If you want to refute it, you don't know how to refute it, because what Han Fu said is indeed true.

Therefore, in addition to surprise, there were other indescribable meanings in her gaze.

Slowly getting up, Jin Bu shook with it, drawing a graceful amplitude.

Walking to the table, Baili Mingsu filled the two wine cups, picked up one with his hand, and motioned for Han Fu to pick up another glass, and said in a calm tone: "After drinking, you and I are husband and wife." ”

"From the moment they worshipped, they were already husband and wife." Han Fu walked slowly, picked up the wine glass and said.

The moon shines brightly, and the shadows of the trees sway.

The doors and windows of the marriage room were closed, isolated from the outside world, and silent.

The red candles flickered, and the light reflected the two figures, which were reflected through the window paper.

Under the window, the sneaky figure put his ear against the base of the wall, but he still didn't hear the slightest sound, and before he knew it, he stuck tighter, and his butt pouted.

Inside, there was a brief silence.

Baili Mingsu's eyes blinked slightly, her long black eyelashes fanned up and down, and her eyebrows frowned slightly from time to time, as if she had fallen into some kind of thinking.

Such a look vividly shows her refreshing beauty, which is incomprehensible.

Since the moment Han Fu's voice fell, she had been like this, and she had taken seven or eight breaths so far.

Han Fu gently swirled his wine glass, groaned slightly, and began to look at Baili Mingsu at this moment, without concealment, dignified.