After breakfast, Cha Jiu asked his subordinates to prepare a carriage, ready to enter the palace with Shen Beizhan to meet the emperor and queen thanks.

Shen Beizhan changed into a scarlet robe with silver embroidered tiger stripes, a white jade leather belt with gold patterns around his waist, a gilded crown and hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the whole person looked very energetic.

He strode forward with long boots, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura was lofty, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with a sharp momentum.

It's the full beard that makes people feel a little ...... Mess around.

Cha Jiu said: "You don't go and shave your beard?" ”

Shen Beizhan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you want to shave it off?" Isn't it normal for a man to grow a beard? ”

In the frontier lands, men are beautiful with thick beards and wheat-colored skin.

Where is it like the son and brother in the capital, who is pampered with fine skin and tender meat, and pays attention to what kind of jade-faced fragrant clothes, he has to be smoked by the aroma of those men's clothes and sneezes a few times when he passes by.

A beard can also hide the fragrance.

Shen Beizhan stared at Cha Jiu vigilantly, for fear that she would put on a princess's shelf, so he asked him to shave his beard.

However, Cha Jiu only mentioned it and did not continue.

Shen Beizhan breathed a sigh of relief and followed her into the carriage.

There were people around him last night, Shen Beizhan didn't sleep well, and when he got into the carriage today, he hugged his chest with his hands and leaned on a corner and fell asleep.

Agarwood and Qingdai looked at each other, the former pouted dissatisfied, and the latter looked helpless.

Only Cha Jiu was very calm, holding his cheeks with one hand, and flipping through the script to relieve his boredom.

The carriage came all the way outside the palace gate.

Shen Beizhan jumped down from the carriage and did not walk away immediately, but raised his strong arm and motioned for Cha Jiu to help him down.

Cha Jiu was surprised by his carefulness.

Shen Beizhan looked at her expression, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I just don't pay attention to it, but it's not that I don't pay attention to etiquette, men help women, husbands help their wives, I understand all of this." ”

Cha Jiu smiled, and her delicate and beautiful complexion was like a camellia in full bloom slowly, making people not blaspheme and yearning.

Shen Beizhan felt the slender and soft silk she held on her arm, delicate, delicate, softer than all the precious gold and satin he had ever used.

His face, hidden under his beard, turned red again.

Sure enough, there are still benefits to having a beard.

When Cha Jiu came down, Shen Beizhan coughed lightly, rode on the tall horse led by the chamberlain, and galloped away in the long corridor in the palace gate.

The palace is vast, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth, so the emperor authorized Shen Beizhan to ride a horse.

Such a glory, since the founding of the dynasty, is still the only one in Shenbeizhan.

Shen Beizhan wants to meet the emperor to thank him, and Cha Jiu also has to go to the queen's palace for a gathering.

Obviously, it was only a few days ago that the queen saw her baby daughter, and she couldn't help but redden.

"Ah Yuan, I've wronged you."

She hugged Cha Jiu in her arms, patted her on the shoulder like she did when she was a child, and spoke softly and comfortably.

The queen only has two children under her knees, one is the crown prince, and the other is the princess Cha Jiu, so she loves this little daughter very much.

At the beginning, the emperor proposed to marry Cha Jiu to Shen Beizhan, but the queen was extremely reluctant.

The Shen family has indeed worked hard, but Shen Beizhan was poisoned and damaged, and he is destined to be an heirless person.

Even if there is more wealth and glory in life, there is no blood of one's own after death, and there is still to endure the ridicule of others behind their backs......

Every time she thinks of this, the queen's heart is like a knife.

Cha Jiu's green and delicate face has not yet receded from immaturity, but he has already said meaningful words seriously:

"Eat the king's luck, bear the king's worries. I am not only my father's daughter, but also my father's courtier, and I should share his worries. What's more, it's not a bad thing for me to marry the Shen family, rumors about me are spreading in Beijing, which damages the face of the royal family, and now that I'm married, it's good for those who speculate to stop. ”

The queen said: "You mean those rumors that slander you for using the power of the princess to entangle Song Heng?" ”

"Exactly." Cha Jiu knew that these rumors were actually secretly spread by Song Heng himself.

While luring the princess to fall, he pretended to be a widower with a high ceiling.

It's disgusting.

The queen hesitated: "Ah Yuan, you tell the queen mother honestly, are you really interested in Song Heng?" ”

Cha Jiu said frankly: "There used to be, but now it's gone." Since I am married to another woman, if the general does not fail me, there will only be one person in my heart in this life. ”

The queen sighed lightly: "This is also good, although Song Heng is talented and has a bright future, he only remembers his deceased wife in his heart, and there is a daughter left by his deceased wife, even if you marry as a princess, I am afraid you will end up in trouble." ”

Cha Jiu chuckled and saw it clearly: "Song Heng won't be a princess." ”

What Song Heng wants most is a position of power and his sweetheart.

He is not like Shen Beizhan, who has military exploits and the glory of his ancestors, so if he becomes a princess, he is destined to not be able to climb to a high position in the court.

Therefore, Song Heng could only continue to rely on his prime minister's father-in-law, did not dare to marry again, nor did he dare to take a concubine, he only pretended to be affectionate, which really made the prime minister who loved his daughter like his life feel that he was deeply affectionate and had a good character, and he had been vigorously supporting him in the officialdom.

The queen is also a smart person, and after a little hint from Cha Jiu, she quickly figured out the trick, and she didn't like Song Heng.

The two mothers and daughters talked for a while, and seeing that it was not early, the queen was willing to release Cha Jiu out of the palace.

……

Seeing that the sunlight was mild and the wind was smooth, Cha Jiu waved away the sedan chair and paced slowly in the palace gate corridor.

Agarwood and Indigo followed quietly.

"Your Highness." A clear male voice is like a beautiful jade, elegant and gentle.

Agarwood Qingdai saluted: "Lord Song." ”

Song Heng bowed in return, looking humble as jade, with an extraordinary bearing, even in the face of subordinates whose status was inferior to him, he was not rude to ignore it.

Coupled with his handsome and unparalleled appearance, how can this noble girl in the capital not be moved, and the original body will fall unwillingly?

I'm afraid that he will take the quenched honey and ask the original body to eat it, and the original body will not hesitate.

But.

The beautiful man's plan, here in Chajiu, is useless.

She always had pure happy smiling eyes in the past, and she was unwavering when facing Song Heng: "Something? ”

Song Heng was a little surprised by her indifference.

But he quickly figured it out again, whoever marries a vulgar martial artist who has no heirs, I'm afraid he won't be in a good mood.

The more times like this, the more he Song Heng wants to use his empathy to comfort the princess's heart, and use his gentlemanly style to set off Shen Beizhan into the mud, so that this princess can continue to be used by him.

"Your Highness...... Did you sleep well yesterday? Song Heng smiled on his lips, but his eyebrows were slightly worried.

This seems to be a simple concern, but it contains his loneliness for her missing the appointment yesterday, and the sourness for her wedding night.

Cha Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What does it matter to you whether I sleep well or not?" Take care of your deceased wife's incense and spirit tablets. ”

Song Heng was choked by this sentence, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

He thought that Cha Jiu was jealous, so he softened his voice even more: "Your Highness, can you take a step to speak?" ”

He wanted to put aside the agarwood and indigo.

A rapid sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the tall horses were grabbed by the reins beside Cha Jiu and Song Heng, raising their front hooves and neighing to the sky.

Shen Beizhan sat firmly on the horse, holding the reins with one hand, condescendingly, and looked at this pair of "good matches" with cold eyes.