Ci Jinzhi

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

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

Xin You had only one thought in his 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 being silent for a long time, he lowered his eyes sadly and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry...I..."

 But I can’t give a reason to apologize.

He said that he had loved her deeply for a long time, that he was distracted by Prince Baori, and that even though he knew that the future would be gloomy and hard to end well, 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 was not feeling well 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 side and 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 they were covered by rouge, but they still looked pretty and bright.

“Just Qianfeng **** 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 Xinyou, Xiaolian's first reaction was to stretch out her two hands to cover Qianfeng's and Ping'an's eyes respectively.

 Qian Feng and Ping An are motionless, and the little maids cover their ears and steal the bells at will.

Xiao Lian 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.

 Xiao Lian turned around 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 warriors, and were given to Miss Xin by the eldest princess. From then on, only Miss Xin's safety was in his 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, Xinyou lay on the bed, and all she could think about was that hug.

  She thought she was free and easy and firm enough, but she was not.

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.

 This night, Xinyou couldn't sleep, and Yu He Qingxiao was even worse.

 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 all the way back to the capital were not as torturous as the hug tonight.

 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 second 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.

Emperor Xingyuan learned that Xinyou had not sent him off, and he felt 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 Xinyou to the palace to ask her what she thought.

 “Don’t you like Prince Baori to be like this?”

Xinyou 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 directly.

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 should be careful about who you choose. 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 was conflicted about Xin You.

 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 prince.

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.

 The 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 choose a suitable one for Ayou within the range of preferences.

 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 just temporary. The sugar industry needs to expand, and the New Deal has not yet been extended to the whole of Daxia. It is also 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 try planting..."

Xin You didn't say she wouldn't get married, that would just 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.

From Emperor Xingyuan's point of view, since Princess Xuan didn't have Ayou's abilities and she was old enough, it was natural that she should 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 won't worry about anything happening to her, and no one would dare to offend the princess. Since you don't pick on others, it's very suitable to use it to show favors.

Thinking of this, Emperor Xingyuan thought of a person: He Qingxiao.

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

With He Qingxiao’s delicate 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 fatigue of many days of running could no longer be concealed on his face, and his voice was hoarse: "I congratulate Qingxiao for seeing your majesty."