The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 393 Want to marry the Lin family?

Yongqing Palace, beside the small pond in the courtyard, there are two little butts sticking out.

"Brother Sanhuang, brother Sanhuang, look quickly, these two little fishes are kissing mouth to mouth, hey, shame~"

He Lianyou squatted next to the little girl, and looked along the position of the little girl's little finger, Baozi nodded in agreement.

Folian floated above the heads of the two dolls, biting a lollipop in her mouth, while watching with her head bent,
I'm going, it's true, the world is getting worse, the world is getting worse!
A few steps away on the corridor of the eaves, He Lianci was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a military book in his hand, and heard the happy voices of the two dolls,

The extraordinarily bright red lips were slightly curved, and the light golden afterglow of the setting sun swayed on He Lianci's body, diluting a bit of the prey on the young man.

"Your Highness the Second Prince, Your Highness the Third Prince, little princess, dinner is ready, do you want to eat?"

"want!"

It was a certain Sisi who turned his head, and agreed without hesitation, "Let's go, brother [-] and brother [-], let's go to eat, there are many, many delicious things~"

Sister Yue'er secretly told herself that she can make big chicken legs, ho ho ho ho~
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in the imperial study,

Helian Nie leaned on the back of the nanmu chair, looked at Nan Rongqing who was kneeling down with a playful face, opened his thin lips lightly,
"Aiqing wants to marry the Lin family?"

"Yes."

The emperor's coercion was far more compelling than ever. Nan Rongqing didn't feel a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but he still bite the bullet and opened his mouth.

Marrying with the Lin family, originally their Nanrong family could decide on their own, but the emperor was very suspicious, especially now that the Wen family forced the palace to rebel.

It was at the cusp of the storm, after much deliberation, he decided to meet the Holy Majesty to explain, so as not to cause more trouble.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The sound of fingers tapping rhythmically on the nanmu table case, once and for all, seemed to tap on Nan Rongqing's heart.

"Did Nan Rong Jinghua tell Ai Qing that he had already asked Gu for an imperial decree?"

"Holy, imperial decree?"

Nan Rongqing raised his head suddenly, his face was full of shock, the child Jinghua asked for an imperial decree, how could it happen, how could he not know?
"Emperor, Your Majesty, the old minister is so bold, I don't know what imperial edict the old minister's grandson asked the emperor for?"

Helian Nie took all the details of Nan Rongqing's reaction into his eyes, narrowed his long and narrow peach eyes,

Still really ignorant, Nan Rong Jinghua, but it is getting more and more difficult to see through.

"He begged Gu to give him the title of future son-in-law."

"What, what?!"

Nan Rongqing's hands trembling under the wide sleeves of the pipa, the eyes of that sage-looking face widened, and his body swayed even more, precariously on the verge of falling.

Consort!

Today, the Holy One has only one daughter, the little princess, not to mention the identity of the little princess, but just say that the little princess is only five years old now, how could Jinghua, how could she!

"Your Majesty, this, this,"

"Gu's imperial decree has been issued, and now Aiqing came to tell Gu again that Nan Rong's family wants to marry Lin's family. Why, do your Nan Rong's family want to go back on their word, or is Ai Qing coming to pry the corner of the orphan's daughter."

The emperor's voice is as sinister as usual, making you unable to figure out what the emperor is thinking, but just a few words are enough to make Nan Rongqing panic.

"The emperor forgives the sin, but the old minister dare not. It is only because the old minister's grandson has never explained this matter to the veteran, so the veteran is confused. I hope the emperor will forgive me!"

Nan Rongqing wiped the sweat on his forehead with the corner of his pipa sleeve, and the Wen family still vividly remembers the nine clans of the Wen family.

(End of this chapter)