Princesses are always forced to blacken

Chapter 122: Trouble at the Lantern Festival Banquet ([-])
The Yuehua carriage had disappeared from sight, Su Rao turned her eyes back.

Look at the person in front of you.

Look at the undisguised flirtation in his eyes...

There was a smirk on the corner of his lips.

"Why, Cousin Jin has taken a fancy to Cousin. I don't know if Cousin Jin's ass still hurts in the past three years. Cousin doesn't mind being the second Mr. Xiao at all..."

Su Rao lowered her voice slightly for the words 'Xiao Gongzi'.

The fingers clicked even more.

"Mu Mingjin..."

Before Su Rao made any moves, Su Wu took a step forward and squeezed between Su Rao and Mu Mingjin, pushing him away.

"You're so courageous! How dare you attack my little sister..."

All of a sudden winking.

Hurry up and dodge, waiting to be beaten.

Mu Mingjin immediately took two steps back, and covered his ass with his hands reflexively.

"Xiao Ziyu's bastard, this Xiaohou was obviously saving that girl, yet he didn't know what to do... If it wasn't because his cousin liked that bastard, this Xiaohou would have demolished his dowry a long time ago to avenge his blood."

Mu Mingjin, the dude of Duke Yin's mansion, is the only legitimate son of Duke Yin's mansion. Like Su Rao, he grew up in a honeypot, so he was naturally brought up to be such a dandy.

The only difference between Mu Mingjin and Su Rao is that he has evil intentions but no courage.

Mu Mingjin's words are really cowardly and courageous, if he really has that ability, he will not only speak so harshly after three years.

"Mu Mingjin, where are you talking so much nonsense..."

Su Wu punched Mu Mingjin on the shoulder again, pulling Mu Mingjin further away.

In front of my little sister, he said that he wanted to tear down her dowry, he was trying to die...

"Cousin Rao'er, Ajin is just like that, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Mu Mingyue walked forward with a gentle smile on her face.

The eldest lady of Yin Gonghou's mansion, another talented woman of Yunlang who is as famous as Zhao Lianxin.

If Zhao Lianxin is a model among women in Langjing, the goddess of the people, then Mu Mingyue is the object of love that every man in Langjing wants to pursue. This is not to say that Zhao Lianxin is inferior to Mu Mingyue, but because everyone knows Zhao Lianxin's thoughts. It is the son of Jiyue.

"My cousin protects that boy as always, and she dared to tease me. If it wasn't for my cousin's face, I would have beaten him to the ground."

Su Rao is well aware of Mu Mingjin's cowardice, and he deliberately beat him three years ago just to get Huanniang's attention.

Let go of the squeaking fingers, and look at Mu Mingjin who was pulled aside by Su Wu for ideological education. How could Su Rao not know Su Wu's careful thinking? She was really afraid that she would beat Mu Mingjin .

Mu Mingyue smiled and said nothing, and took Su Rao to find Mrs. Yin Gonghou who was talking to Su's mother.

The two in-laws entered the palace together.

The Yuehua carriage that entered the palace stopped outside the Yunchen Hall of Emperor Yu.

Inside the hall.

The silk letter was placed on the table in front of Yunji, and he was sitting on the couch opposite Yuhuang.

Sip the tea lightly, without saying anything first.

Emperor Yu was also drinking tea, seeing that Yun Ji remained silent for a long time, so indifferent, he rubbed the center of his brows, and finally said, "Ji Yue, Uncle Huang is not forcing you like that, but now you have no choice but to marry Su Rao."

Yun Ji put down the cup in his hand, faced Emperor Yu, and said in a calm voice: "Why is Uncle Huang so sure of what Prince Yi wants to do? Prince Yi, my nephew doesn't think Su Rao can catch his eye."

Although his eyes were covered with satin, Emperor Yu felt that if he had clear eyes when Yun Ji said this, then his eyes must be calm and indifferent at this moment.

For Shizi Jiyue, it seems that there is nothing that can move him.

"What's more, what does Prince Yi want to do? Uncle Huang has so many princes under his knees, and any one of them can be worthy of Su Rao. If Uncle Huang is worried about the final ownership of the military power, Ah Jing and Yu Mo are in the same situation, he is the best candidate, military power It will not fall into his hands."

Taking another sip of tea, Yun Ji remained indifferent, without any superfluous expression on his face.

It's over.

Get up and leave.

"Jiyue, I want to use Jing'er to restrain Su Er. I found that Su Er has a different feeling for Jing'er. You must have noticed that Su Er is a tiger general. Such a fierce tiger, I must tie him down. Him, so I can rest assured that the Su family can continue..."

"Uncle Emperor..."

Yun Ji's footsteps stopped suddenly.

The sound seemed to clear up.

"Isn't Su Rao enough to make Uncle Huang feel at ease with the Su family? If that's the case, why should Uncle Huang go to such lengths to plan and find a reason to eradicate the Su family? Naturally, the military power..."

"Ji... Moon..."

Emperor Yu seemed angry.

Yun Ji said with a low smile: "Everyone knows that Emperor Yunlang Yu loves the Seventh Prince so much, even if he is dressed in women's clothing and ignores Yunlang's face, Emperor Yu can turn a blind eye to him, let him be so nonsense..."

Turned around and faced Emperor Yu again.

"Uncle Huang is worried that the Su family has a large army, but he is reluctant to part with the Su family. One Yunji is not enough. Uncle Huang also wants to go with Ah Jing. Uncle Huang just wants Yunji to marry Su Rao, and wants Yunji to marry the Su family. The military power has been withdrawn, and Yunji's disabled body is so highly valued by the emperor's uncle, so how can he continue to shirk and live up to the holy will."

Yun Ji left.

No annoyance, no anger, it's just that the voice is getting colder and melodious.

"Jiyue, I am the king of a country."

Emperor Yu took the silk paper on the palace table, and there was only one sentence in it:

"The move by Xie Yi and Chi Shao in front of Prince Yun's mansion...Your marriage with Su Rao can no longer be delayed..."

The silk paper ignited in the panlong furnace, and Emperor Yu got up and strode towards Luantian Hall.

Yunji who came out did not go to Luantian Temple, but walked in the opposite direction.

Every step is steady, and the steps under his feet seem to be in his heart.

The heart is the eye.

Yun Ling followed behind, very quietly.

Until Yunji stopped and stood in a corner of the corridor.

Yun Ling frowned.

"The son is not happy?"

Yun Ji didn't speak, but raised his head.

Quietly face the sky.

The rising sun was less chilly in the morning, and warm.

She would not let that will be given, and neither would he...

On the Luantian Temple, there are konghou orchestras.

Emperor Yu brought the Queen, Concubine Shu and all the princes and princesses to the palace.

The royal relatives, clan ministers all shouted.

Emperor Yu waved his hand, and all the nobles flattened their bodies and gave them their seats.

The eyes of the emperor fell over the place where the Su family was sitting, and then said:

"Old general, why don't you see that girl Raoer?"

A cordial title, without any imperial airs.

"Father, Elder Brother Shizi is not here, so you don't need to think about why Su Rao is not here..."

This sound is the voice of the Seventh Prince.

Since the incident outside Prince Yun's mansion that day years ago, Su Rao has not been to Prince Yun's mansion for more than ten days, but the rumor in Langjing is that the ugly girl of the Su family started to disturb Jiyue's son Qingjing every day.

That bright red figure always appeared outside the Yuehua Gate of Qingfengju in the middle of the night, but he never climbed over the wall to enter again.

Probably because he was afraid of ruining his face again.

Today, Prince Jiyue appeared in Yun Palace, Su Rao saw it, how could he miss such a great opportunity...

Among the people sitting here, who could not understand the meaning in the Seventh Prince's words.

For a while, there was no sound in Luantian Temple.

Sitting down, Zhao Lianxin picked up a few threads from the silk handkerchief in her hand.

(End of this chapter)