After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 219 Emperor Hui Bestows Marriage 1
Inside the Royal Garden.

As soon as Jun Yan walked in with Ma Fu, Emperor Hui asked someone to send Zhao Meiren away, pointing to the chessboard in front of him.

"It's rare that you come to find me, come to accompany me for the next round?"

Jun Yan responded and sat opposite Emperor Hui.

Emperor Hui gave a son, "Today in the court, I will forge the fire of heaven and arrange for you the magic weapon. Have you ever blamed me?"

"Why does the emperor think so?"

The emperor stared at Jun Yan, sighed and said: "Da Yan is rich and powerful, and has the Xuanxu faction to help, but Dayong is only a middle-level country. Among my sons, you are the most able to do things before you have a family. Leave it to you, I really don't know who to turn to."

Jun Yan: "Forging magical soldiers and figuring out the source of the fire from the sky is a major event that benefits the country and the people. Now if Dayan has divine help, the border guards will be in panic. My son is grateful for the trust of the father and the emperor, and personally handles this matter for the father. It is the wish of the sons and ministers to share the worries of the emperor."

After he finished speaking, Eunuch Ma could clearly feel that Emperor Hui's expression had loosened.

"It's best that you think so, it's just—"

Emperor Hui looked at him, and said earnestly, "Your coronation ceremony will be in five days. The second child is at your age, and there are too many wives and concubines in the mansion who know how to be warm and loving."

"Getting married and starting a business. Forging a magic weapon is a small matter. In my heart, as a prince, you have never married a princess. The huge East Palace is unattended and has no heirs. That is useless to the country. If things go on like this, I'm afraid someone will criticize you." what."

Following his words, the white pieces on the chessboard formed a line one after another, forming a difficult game to defend.

Jun Yan squeezed Heizi: "I understand."

"You always say you don't...huh? Do you understand again?"

Emperor Hui looked at Jun Yan in surprise.

In the past, when he said these things, Jun Yan either flatly refused, or just found an excuse to dismiss them.

It's very rare to cater like this.

Could it be that he really made things difficult this time under the pretext of forging divine weapons?
Emperor Hui threw the white piece in his hand aside, and straightened his back, "Since you understand, you might as well choose one from Tang Qianqian, the daughter of Minister of the Ministry of War, and Duanmuxi, the daughter of the prime minister chosen by your mother, for you. Crown Princess."

After a pause, I didn't know what to think of, and said, "The first child in the East Palace should be born by the Crown Princess. When you marry the Crown Princess, if you like it, I am willing to make the decision and give you a child with a less than outstanding wealth." side concubine."

In fact, the translation of this sentence is, your parents are not compatible, do you love your parents more or your mother more.

If you want to love daddy more, daddy heard about you and Song Yao, if she is pregnant, you let her beat the child, don't be ashamed, I will take her to the East Palace for you in the future.

Jun Yan felt extremely disgusted with this couple.

One won the throne by relying on the queen's mother clan, and now counterattacks, wanting to dominate alone, while the other regards him as a tool to stabilize the previous dynasty and expand the power of the mother clan.

In order to balance, the two sides pushed him to the position of prince.

In order to manipulate him, everyone wants to make decisions about his marriage.

Song Yao's merciless rejection flashed in Jun Yan's mind, and he said coldly:
"Father considers his son, son is grateful, and is willing to marry a soldier..."

Tang Qianqian is the daughter of the Minister of War.

These words rolled around in Jun Yan's throat, and even passed them in his heart several times when they came.

He thought that he should speak out very calmly.

But at this moment, he finally realized that he was a little...or very difficult, and he couldn't say anything.

What's more, just mentioning these words caused a lump in his throat, as well as... subtle grievances.

He knew what he was choking on, and he also knew that his grievance was for Song Yao.

He was so happy and tried to marry her, but she made her words so clear that she didn't even leave any leeway.

She knows exactly what she wants and what she doesn't want.

She likes the shop, she doesn't like him.

And he might not like her much.

He said to himself, in fact, it's nothing, there's no need to always miss a girl who doesn't have him in her heart.It's not necessary, she said a few words to him, and he felt a little happy in his heart, not to mention, he would send someone to steal the warm jade she once gave Ye Zichen back to his hand.

He likes her, maybe because he thinks she is pretty, prettier than anyone else, but when he saw her, he felt that it would be impossible to marry anyone.

It seemed that apart from her, it was wrong for him to just think about marrying anyone else.

If she can respond to this liking, he will definitely tell her that I will still like you in the next life, and it will be you in the next life, so you will always like me too.

But she doesn't like it.

The more Jun Yan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Standing in the imperial garden, pinching his fingertips, his eyes became more and more red, and his voice trembled slightly, "The daughter of the Minister of War, Tang Qianqian."

"Then," Emperor Hui smiled, and was about to say something when he heard a "boom--".

Jun Yan knelt on the ground, the celadon ground vaguely reflected the man's cold profile.

"Prince!" Emperor Hui was taken aback by his sudden action, "It's just a marriage, I am the beauty of an adult, if you are satisfied with Tang Qianqian, you don't have to kneel—"

"The daughter of the Minister of War, Tang Qianqian can't make it," Jun Yan closed his eyes and lowered his head. After a long time, under the gloomy gaze of the emperor, he opened his eyes and said, "Duanmuxi, the daughter of Prime Minister Duanmu, my son, is not like."

Ask yourself, he doesn't know how much people in the world like it.He failed to give up fighting for the crown prince for Song Yao.He has the country and the country, and he has the people of Liming, just like Song Yaoxin has ravines, and he has the dawn.

He should respect her and give her up. A gentleman said, the bridge returns to the bridge and the road returns to the road.

But at this moment, he felt that this marriage was not really impossible for Song Yao, it was not Song Yao, he didn't even have that little bit of convincing himself that he only liked it a little bit.

Emperor Hui's face was darkened, and his anger also came up, "Prince, marriage is a big matter. If you don't marry a wife, what those people outside will say about your body! You don't feel ashamed, I will be ashamed for you! You must give me an answer today!"

The surrounding eunuchs and maids suffocated and knelt down.

"Father, calm down." Jun Yan paused, then said softly, "My son, I want to marry the daughter of the Song family."

What a shit bridge, return to the bridge, return to the road.

She doesn't like him, who is born to like someone?
She didn't believe that he could marry her as a princess, or that she could do what she wanted to do.

Then he treats her well, begs hard, coaxes her hard, cheats her hard, and always wants to get her back.

There are three concubine daughters in the Song family, not to mention concubine daughters, Emperor Hui knew that Jun Yan would not be so confused, then Song Jinse from the first room, and Song Ruan from the second room.

Although Song Jinse's reputation has some problems, Song Ruan's father has been arranged by Emperor Hui outside Chang'an City in recent years. Even if the civil servants are transferred back, they don't have as much real power as the Minister of the Ministry of War.

(End of this chapter)