Ci Jinzhi

Xin You's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and her body tensed for a moment, not knowing how to react.

So close, the cold smell of wine surrounded her overwhelmingly, strong and exciting.

There was only one thought in Xinyou's mind: What happened to Mr. He?

After losing his mind for a moment, He Qingxiao woke up, hurriedly let go of his hand, and asked himself in his heart: What happened to him?

After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry...I..."

But I can't give a reason to be sorry.

He said that he had loved her deeply for a long time, that he was distracted by Prince Baori, that even though he knew that the future was gloomy and hard to die, he still greedily wanted to get close to her and possess her.

He couldn't say any of this.

He was overwhelmed with apologies and felt extremely shameless.

Xinyou saw his discomfort.

She couldn't stand it either.

But she knew that even though it was an inconspicuous corner, there were still pedestrians walking by in the distance. She also knew that she was a thorn in the flesh of the opposition forces of the New Deal. Once they knew that Mr. He was her weakness, they would not hesitate to raise their swords against him.

"Master He drank too much. I'll ask Qianfeng to take you back." Xin You clenched her fists hard and tried to keep her voice steady.

Her cheeks became pale, but covered by rouge, she still looked pretty and bright.

"Just Qianfeng escort Miss Xin, I'm fine." He Qingxiao took a step back and said goodbye to Xin You.

Not far away, when she saw He Qingxiao hugging Xin You, Xiaolian's first reaction was to stretch out her two hands and shield the eyes of Qianfeng and Ping An.

Qian Feng and Ping An remained motionless, and the little maid just covered her ears and stole the bell.

Xiaolian was still worried about passers-by when she found that He Qingxiao had let go of her hand.

She rubbed her eyes, suspecting that she was dazzled by the scene just now.

Then, He Qingxiao was seen walking in the opposite direction.

Xiaolian turned her head and looked at Qianfeng and Ping An: "Did you see it just now?"

Qianfeng and Ping An both had expressionless faces: "No."

They were trained as dead soldiers and were given to Miss Xin by the eldest princess. From then on, only Miss Xin's safety was in their eyes. As for the rest, there is no difference between seeing and not seeing.

After hearing this answer, Xiaolian misunderstood. She walked up to Xinyou in a daze and called her "girl."

Although she hopes that the girl and Mr. He will eventually get married, she is not hallucinating, right?

Xin You nodded slightly at Xiaolian: "Go back."

The night in July was hot. After washing and changing, Xin You lay on the bed, and all she could think about was that hug.

She thought she was free-spirited and firm enough, but she wasn't.

She knew in her heart that if he didn't let go at that moment, she would be unable to control herself and hug him back.

That night, Xin You couldn't sleep, and Yu He Qingxiao couldn't sleep even more.

He sat alone for the middle of the night, gradually sobered up and walked into the courtyard.

The difficulties of implementing the New Deal in the south and the rush back to the capital were not as torturous as tonight's hug.

He has always accepted his embarrassing background and worked as a Jinlin Guard. But now, I really hope that he is not the governor of Beizhen or the Marquis of Changle.

The next day was cloudy.

Prince Bao Ri turned his head three times after being sent off by a group of Daxia officials, and reluctantly embarked on the road back to Xiling.

When Emperor Xingyuan learned that Xinyou had not sent him off, he was relieved and realized one thing: Ayou might not have much interest in Prince Baori.

But if you count your age, Ayou is already eighteen years old. While he was still free, Emperor Xingyuan sent word to Xinyou to enter the palace to ask her what she thought.

"Ayou doesn't like Prince Baori to be like this?"

Xin You asked back: "Your Majesty, do you think Prince Baori is good?"

Emperor Xingyuan touched his nose and said frankly: "If Prince Baori stays in Daxia for a long time, he will be a good match."

"But I don't like it." Xin You said frankly.

Emperor Xingyuan sighed and thought that it was a pity that his very good son-in-law was gone.

If you were to choose a consort for Ayou, with Ayou's talent, you would have to be careful in choosing this consort. It is best to have a stable background and treat Ayou well, but not allow Ayou to act randomly and shake the country of Daxia.

Emperor Xingyuan had conflicting thoughts about Xinyou.

He loved her and valued her, but he was also wary of her. This precaution is not for the present, but for the future.

Although he laughed off the outrageous words Ayou said, he knew that Ayou could indeed influence his choice of heir apparent.

How could any emperor not be vigilant at all?

Ayou is an eagle, and he wants to see her spread her wings and soar. As for Ayou's consort, he hoped that he would be an invisible rope holding an eagle, an anchor to anchor her ambitions.

Descendants of families like Xie Zhangyuan, Meng Jijiu, and Yu Shangshu are very suitable.

"What kind of person does Ayou like?" Although Emperor Xingyuan had a preference for the candidate for his consort, he was not being hypocritical in asking this.

He was asking about appearance and temperament, and it was possible to pick someone suitable for Ayou within the range of his preferences.

The choice is never free and unqualified.

"I don't plan to consider marriage for the time being."

"How can this be done?" Emperor Xingyuan objected subconsciously.

It is a truth that no one has ever questioned that men should marry when they are older and women should marry when they are older.

"It's only temporary. The sugar industry needs to expand, and the New Deal has not yet been extended to the whole of Daxia. It is unknown whether people who go abroad can successfully bring back sweet potatoes. If they can successfully bring back sweet potatoes, the next step is to test planting..."

Xin You didn't say she wouldn't marry, that would only make people think she was talking like a child. She explained clearly what she had to do next, and the reason for not getting married for the time being seemed sufficient.

At least Emperor Xingyuan did not refute, but nodded and said: "Then take your time and look at it. If there is a suitable one, don't just be busy."

After Xinyou left, Emperor Xingyuan was still focused on the marriage of his children.

Ayou has her own ideas. The marriage can be delayed a little longer, but Xuan'er can't delay it any longer.

In Emperor Xingyuan's view, since Princess Xuan didn't have Ayou's abilities and she was old enough, it was natural for her to get married. What's more, he knew that Li Bi's only wish was to choose a good consort for her daughter.

Good Prince Consort - Emperor Xingyuan tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingers.

Different children naturally have different suitable marriage partners.

Xuan'er is gentle and quiet. No matter what house she marries into, she will not worry about anything happening to her, and no one will dare to make the princess angry. Since you don't pick on others, it's very suitable to use it to show favors.

Thinking of this, a person appeared in Emperor Xingyuan's mind: He Qingxiao.

He knew that some old ministers still felt that he had mistreated the son of his sworn brother. If the emperor's daughter promised it, those people would have nothing to say.

And with He Qingxiao's mysterious background, he had neither family support nor cronies to help him, so he was a very useful sword for the emperor. It is necessary to show appropriate kindness to such people.

With the decision made, Emperor Xingyuan said: "It is reported that Marquis Changle has come to the palace to pay an audience."

He Qingxiao couldn't sleep all night, and the exhaustion from many days of running could no longer be concealed on his face, and his voice was hoarse: "I, He Qingxiao, have met Your Majesty."