Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 541 Candidate for the King

"A good thing? I think you should first think about whether Prince Gong will agree or not. If what you said today reaches Prince Gong's ears, I guarantee that within a few days, your Yang family will disappear from Xifeng."

The minister who thought that the marriage between the two countries would be a good thing immediately fell silent.

Murong Jin looked at the ministers who were talking behind him, and there was a faint worry on his brows.

Murong Zheng also heard the general discussion of the officials, and was very disturbed in his heart.

He winked at Yu Dehai next to him, and Yu Dehai immediately felt sorry, took two steps forward, and shouted loudly: "If there is something to do, let's play, and if there is nothing to do, we will retreat!"

Baiguan heard the sound and hurriedly stood upright, patted his sleeves with both hands, and then knelt down.

"The ministers send you off to the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The meeting is over.

Murong was walking slowly towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his brows were slightly raised along the way, his face was solemn.

Yu Dehai followed behind him in small steps, secretly raised his eyes several times to look at his expression, and after some hesitation, he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to call His Royal Highness Prince Gong into the palace and tell him that the Lord Xuanyuan wants to get married? "

Murong Zheng's eyes darkened, and after a long while, he said: "Shen Jing's book to him is like a tree's roots to a tree, if you marry Shen Jing's book to Xuanyuan Jing, it will be like pulling out his roots."

"Just imagine, without roots, how can this big tree continue to lean between heaven and earth? In the future, how will he inherit the great order and guide me to Xifeng Jiangshan?"

His eyes flickered, and after a while, Yu Dehai said: "But your majesty, the princess is sleepy now, and the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless. If there is no Qilin Zi from Xuanyuan, the princess may not be able to carry it for a few days. At that time, won't His Highness still lose the princess, or will he lose the root of his foothold?"

Murong was silent, and even the pace of his feet became a little disordered.

After a while, Yu Dehai heard him say: "It's better not to tell him about the marriage for now."

"Wait until tomorrow... Maybe the day after tomorrow, you go to Prince Gong's mansion again, tell Xuanyuan envoy exactly what he said, and let him make his own decision."

"Yes." Yu Dehai bowed, "The servant is in command."

……

Prince Gong's Mansion.

"My lord, the ginseng soup is here."

"bring here."

On the soft pillow at the head of the bed, Murong Li picked up Shen Jingshu who was sleeping, let her sit on the soft pillow, and then took the ginseng soup from An Tai.

Using a spoon, he took a small spoonful and fed it into his mouth to test the temperature. Seeing that the temperature was just right, Murong Li took another spoonful and fed it to Shen Jingshu's lips.

However, just like the previous few times, the ginseng soup was just fed into Shen Jingshu's mouth, and it overflowed along her lips. He hurriedly picked up a handkerchief to wipe it off for her, and then fed again.

However, after half a bowl of the ginseng soup was gone, he couldn't feed it even a mouthful, it all overflowed.

An Tai watched from the side, his heart was almost fuming with anxiety.

"My lord, it's not an option to feed it like this. The princess didn't even get a sip."

Murong Li put down the bowl, his face behind the mask was covered with darkness.

In addition to feeding with a spoon, he has actually tried other methods.

Once, seeing that Shen Jingshu still couldn't drink the ginseng soup, his heart sank, he opened her jaw forcefully, and tried to pour in the ginseng soup.

But the final result was that no matter how much ginseng soup he poured in, how much ginseng soup flowed out along her lips and teeth, and she couldn't drink a single drop.

He had thought about feeding him mouth-to-mouth, but he was afraid that Shen Jingshu would not be able to swallow, and the soup would flow into the trachea, and the result would be even worse than it is now.

Just when Murong Li was at his wit's end, an idea suddenly flashed in An Tai's mind, and he clapped his hands with a "pop".

(End of this chapter)