The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 17 Qingdi
With the sound of the emperor arriving, everyone knelt down.

Surrounded by eunuchs, the man was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, surrounded by dragon patterns, breaking through the auspicious clouds.

Zhuang Jiangming raised his eyes slightly, carefully sizing up the Lord of the Northern Cang in front of him - Qing Emperor Mo Qing.

He has straight eyebrows, faintly revealing a pale morbidity.A pair of eyes are slightly sunken, but still radiant.It can be vaguely seen that the elegant demeanor of being tall and jade.

The middle-aged man in front of him, who is the emperor, conveyed to Zhuang Jiang, but there were four words hidden, and he was dying.

Beside Qingdi, the young man in purple stood, his phoenix eyes were still calm.It's just that compared to when Zhuang Jiang saw him just now, his breath was a little vain.

Zhuang Jiang looked at him, frowning slightly.Mo Linyuan was injured.

As if sensing her gaze, Mo Linyuan looked sideways at her.Under the sparkling waves in his eyes, there is a bottomless murmur.

He didn't seem to like her scrutinizing gaze.

"Okay, everyone get up."

With the support of Eunuch Wei, the chief eunuch beside him, Emperor Qing sat on the dragon seat. He coughed a few times, his voice was shallow, but his majesty remained undiminished.

Hearing this, everyone got up.

Emperor Qing didn't care about others, but looked extremely sternly, and looked at Mo Linyuan who was looking at Zhuang Jiang.

"Xiao Jiu, why are you standing in the middle of the room yet? Didn't you get enough of the whip just now?"

Hearing this, Mo Linyuan didn't say anything, but just withdrew his gaze from Zhuang Jiang's, and walked to his place.

Seeing Mo Linyuan's pale face, everyone sighed.As we all know, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is the most disliked by the emperor.Because he is a dandy, he keeps making big and small mistakes.

And in this world, it seems that only the emperor can rule him.

Therefore, every time His Highness the Ninth Prince entered the palace, he would be whipped and bruised all over his body, or even unconscious, and would be sent directly back to His Highness Nine's mansion.

Everyone said, if it wasn't for His Ninth Highness's concubine, Concubine Ning, who sacrificed her life to save the emperor.I'm afraid he was killed long ago.

Zhuang Jiang's eyes followed Mo Linyuan all the time, and there was a trace of puzzlement in the depths of his eyes.His injury doesn't seem to be as simple as whipping...

"Okay, let's talk about it. What were you talking about just now? It's so lively that I heard it from afar."

The Qing Emperor flicked his sleeves, his eyes swept across the Queen and the Crown Prince Mo Jincheng standing below, deep and quiet in the depths of his eyes.

"Going back to the emperor is a matter between the crown prince and Jiang'er. The crown prince was asking me to marry Jiang'er just now."

The queen stretched her phoenix eyes and replied with a smile.The prestige of just now has been subdued a lot inadvertently.

"Oh? There are such things?" Emperor Qing pretended to be surprised and looked at the prince.Compared with Mo Linyuan's tone, I don't know how much gentler it was.

"Father, my son has indeed requested an order from my mother. Just now, my mother has agreed, and my son hopes that you, my father, can personally issue an order for my son."

Mo Jincheng folded his hands and leaned over, asking for instructions sonorously.

His words made Qing Emperor's expression change.There was no joy or anger on his sickly face.

It wasn't until he turned his gaze to Zhuang Jiang that there was a moment of surprise in his eyes.The girl in front of me felt like she had been reborn.

"Jiang'er, Uncle Huang knows that you have been chasing the crown prince for many years, and now that you have suffered so much, Uncle Huang is the first to be happy for you."

Qingdi's words finally brought Zhuang Jiang back from his contemplation.She hurriedly stood up, concentrated her attention, and said respectfully:

"Jiang'er, please forgive me, Uncle Huang."

"What are you doing? What are you guilty of?" Emperor Qing was taken aback.

"Uncle Huang, Jiang'er is not talented, and has objections to this Zhuang marriage."

Zhuang Jiang leaned over, neither humble nor overbearing.

(End of this chapter)