Ci Jinzhi

Emperor Xingyuan noticed something was wrong with the Queen Mother's face and asked with concern: "Is the Queen Mother tired?"

The Queen Mother picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "One year has passed in the blink of an eye, and the Ai family has aged another year."

"The queen is still young."

"Compared with others of the same age, Aijia looks younger, but age can't be deceived." The Queen Mother put down the tea cup and glanced at the princes and princesses present, "The King Xiu has just reached his crown, Aijia believes that the emperor will do it for him Choose a good one carefully and don't talk too much. Xuan'er will be nineteen after this year, right?"

Emperor Xingyuan turned his attention to Concubine Li and her daughter.

Concubine Li hurriedly stood up: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, Xuan'er will be nineteen this year."

The Queen Mother did not say much to the standing concubine Li, but expressed her dissatisfaction to Emperor Xingxing: "A girl of fifteen and hairpins, although the royal princess does not have to worry about getting married, she should be settled by the age of seventeen or eighteen. There is no mistress in this harem, sorry. I just want to ask if there is a suitable candidate for Xuan'er's consort, or what?"

Concubine Li never expected that the Queen Mother would ask about her daughter's marriage in public. She did not dare to show the slightest surprise on her face and squeezed her hands tightly in her sleeves.

The Queen Mother has always regarded their mother and daughter as transparent persons, so why is she suddenly concerned about Xuan'er's marriage? It was still at the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

This feeling is tantamount to putting Libi on the fire.

It would be fine if the Emperor had a plan, but if not, what would happen if the Queen Mother suddenly pointed out a consort to Xuan'er?

Compared to the illiterate Queen Mother who spoke the truth, Li Bin undoubtedly believed more in Emperor Xingyuan's choice.

No one in the hall made a sound, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Emperor Xingyuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, Queen Mother. Xuan'er already has a candidate in mind for her son-in-law, and has discussed it with the man. It's just that we didn't make any arrangements until the end of the year. We will give them a marriage when spring comes."

"Oh, as long as the emperor has success in his mind, it's fine. Girls only have a few years of youth, so there's no time to waste it."

Concubine Li could no longer hear what the Queen Mother said and looked at Emperor Xingyuan in shock.

The emperor has already chosen a consort for Xuan'er?

Emperor Xingyuan cast a comforting look at Concubine Li.

Libi's heart trembled and she calmed down.

Compared with Concubine Li, who was in a state of confusion, the concubines present were purely curious.

Who is Princess Xuan's consort?

As a result, the Queen Mother did not pursue the question. She raised her eyelids and asked, "What about Xin You? The Ai family remembers that she is a month older than Xuan'er, right?"

The eyes of the concubines flashed slightly, and they finally understood: It turned out that Princess Xuan was just the introduction for the Queen Mother to mention Xin You. No wonder the Queen Mother didn't ask who the Emperor's consort was.

When the Queen Mother mentioned Xinyou, Emperor Xingyuan's smile did not diminish, but his eyebrows lowered: "Well, Ayou is the same age as Xuan'er."

"Then her marriage should be settled. She has no feelings for the grandmother of the Aijia, but the Aijia cannot just ignore everything and let her waste her good time."

"My son is also considering Ayou's marriage." Feeling the many gazes coming from both sides below, Emperor Xingyuan's tone was a little cold.

"I'm still considering it, that means I haven't decided yet. The Ai family has a candidate——"

"Queen Mother!" Emperor Xingyuan interrupted the Queen Mother, glanced down, and said calmly, "You have a candidate. You can talk to your son privately later. It is inappropriate for so many people to listen at the banquet, and the third prince and their children."

The Queen Mother was surprised by her son's cold attitude. She was stunned, and her face quickly darkened: "The Ai family haven't said anything yet. Emperor, you are too partial to that girl, so she won't let go of me as a grandmother." In the eyes!”

"Mother, the New Year's Eve dinner will be cold if you don't eat it." Emperor Xingyuan suppressed his anger and changed the topic, but thought in his heart that his mother has really gotten older in the past two years and is a little confused.

The palace banquet ended in a gloomy atmosphere. Knowing that the emperor was in a bad mood, even though Concubine Li was scratching her head and wondering who her daughter's consort was, she did not dare to ask.

Fortunately, Concubine Li didn't have to suffer for long, as the imperial edict to grant marriage during the Lantern Festival was issued.

Princess Xuan's consort has chosen Meng Fei, the grandson of Meng Jijiu.

After getting the news, Concubine Li held Princess Xuan's hand and cried, but she cried with joy. "Thank God, Xuan'er, your father does love you after all..."

Princess Xuan didn't answer.

She had met Meng Fei, who was a handsome young man, and Meng Jijiu was also a respected scholar.

She was satisfied that her consort was the son of the Meng family, but as a concubine, rather than saying that her father loved her, it was better to say that her father had a sense of responsibility for her as a father.

That's fine.

Thinking of the young man who was about the same age as her, whom she had met once before, Princess Xuan lowered her eyes and said nothing, but quietly curved her lips.

In the Imperial College, Duan Yunlang slapped Meng Fei heavily on the shoulder: "Brother Meng, congratulations!"

Meng Fei gritted his teeth as he slapped him: "Brother Duan, can you be a little tighter?"

Duan Yunlang suddenly felt worried when he saw his friend's calm appearance. He glanced around and asked in a low voice: "Brother Meng, aren't you happy?"

"No. Why do you think so?" The young man asked lazily, leaning against the wall.

He couldn't show it if he really wasn't happy, he was not the Marquis of Changle.

Changlehou is a bachelor. He has a grandfather. If he talks nonsense, his grandfather will use the soles of his shoes to get swelling.

"It's just that you don't look happy."

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just calm."

"Calm down?"

"Yeah, aren't we all at the age where we want to get married? It's not surprising." At this point, Meng Fei suddenly smiled, "There is a good thing, my grandfather finally agreed to let me drop out of school."

"Ah, that's really congratulations!" Duan Yunlang's congratulations were even more sincere.

When will the family say goodbye to him? He also wants to drop out of school.

It was already February when the news that Emperor Xingyuan had granted marriage to Princess Xuan and Meng Fei reached Xinyou's ears.

The sweet potato vines are lush and green in the fields, and it will be time to harvest in a while.

Xin You stood on Tianlong with an expression that was unmatched in the capital: "Meng Jijiu is a very good elder."

She didn't comment too much, after all, often being suitable doesn't mean falling in love, but she was still happy for Princess Xuan.

If the elders and husbands are of good character, at least they won't be in trouble.

He Qingxiao, as someone who had been granted marriage to Princess Xuan by Emperor Xingyuan, had nothing to say.

He stood quietly next to Xinyou, looking at the busy farmers in the fields, and quietly held her hand with his hanging hand.

Xin You turned her head to look at him, with a smile in her eyes: "What's wrong?"

He released her hand and smiled: "It's nothing. I just want to hold your hand."

Although he and Ayou couldn't get married in the presence of family and friends like Princess Xuan and Meng Fei and stay together for the rest of their lives, they had no less happiness than others.

It is a beauty that he never dared to think about after he became sensible.

But He Qingxiao knew in her heart that these days would soon be over. The letter that the sweet potatoes will be harvested in more than a month has been rushed to the capital and delivered to Emperor Xingyuan.