The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 508 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (58)

It's nothing more than that if you force the courtiers' advice and marry Su Qinghuan, there will be a lot of trouble.

Murong Chen has always hated trouble the most.

Marrying Su Qinghuan as a concubine is already a big trouble, but if there is only Su Qinghuan alone in the backyard in this life, there will be countless voices of opposition.

But Murong Chen suddenly realized that these are not important compared to losing the person he likes.

How can the person you love be called trouble?

Murong Chen had never tasted love before, and he also understood that if he wanted to ascend to the throne, he would not be able to be alone for the rest of his life, so marrying a few concubines who would help him consolidate his throne would naturally be the best choice.

But things like love are unreasonable in the first place, and they are never measured by interests.

……

The sun above the head is still quite venomous, and there are rustling sounds from unknown insects.

And Su Qinghuan looked at this young man with astonishingly bright eyes standing in front of her, and she swallowed her throat.

"Master, stop joking with me. Just marrying me as your concubine, I'm afraid you will face countless people's persuasion."

It may even be objection from Murong Chen's parents.

——Princess Yongchang looks like a very gentle and intellectual woman, and she seems to like her very much, but Su Qinghuan understands that for people of their background, if they think their son likes it, it's good to like it, and it's always good to raise it as a concubine.

If a businessman's daughter is granted the position of concubine, even if the businessman's daughter is still arrogant and does not allow Murong Chen to take concubines for the rest of her life, then it is contrary to the ancient filial piety and female precepts.

……

"I have always lived only according to my own heart."

Murong Chen raised his head proudly.

"You don't believe I can do this?"

"...It's not that I don't believe it...it's just..."

"Since you believe it, there is no just."

Murong Chen suddenly took Su Qinghuan's hand and placed it on his beating heart.

"I, Murong Chen, never make promises casually. If you believe me, I will report everything to my father, queen, mother and concubine when I return home today. I will carry eight sedan chairs to marry you, and in the name of the concubine, I will make you beautiful." Just marry me."

"...Then... aren't you afraid that your parents will object?"

"As long as I think about it, there's nothing I can't do. Little idiot, compared to this, I'm more afraid that you don't like me. It's just my wishful thinking, Qing Huan, but if you ask this, I know that you also have me in your heart. "

The corners of Murong Chen's lips hooked slightly, and he stretched out his hand, flicking Su Qinghuan's forehead.

The man's fingertips seemed to have their own electric current. Su Qinghuan stood in the sun in a daze, suddenly feeling like he was about to be burned by Murong Chen's confidence.

The girl couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

That was not Su Qinghuan's own feeling, but the grievance and helplessness that came from being abandoned by Duan Feiyang, which burst out at this moment.

In the previous life, the original owner had already married Duan Feiyang. However, when Duan Feiyang recovered his memory and wanted to go to the capital to find his parents, it was because he disliked the original owner's status as too humble, so he went to the capital alone. wife.

As for Murong Chen, the pressure he faced was a hundred times greater than that of Duan Feiyang, but the person who truly loves you thinks of you no matter what, and is afraid that he won't give you enough.

……

The intense emotions belonging to the original owner were overwhelmed, as if they had found a point to vent at this moment, Su Qinghuan's hands trembled, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

"Qing Huan, are you unhappy? Why..." Crying?
Murong Chen held Su Qinghuan's hand in a panic, then carefully took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it on Su Qinghuan's face.

"It's not that I'm unhappy, but... I'm so happy."

Su Qinghuan solemnly bowed to Murong Chen.

"My lord, no matter whether you can convince King Yongchang and the concubine, at the very least, I am very glad that you have such a heart. Qing Huan is already satisfied."

Being treated well and appreciated is always the most wonderful thing in this world.

In the end, Murong Chen was just a stunned young man who had just tasted love. Now seeing the girl's eyes dimmed with tears, and making a solemn statement, his heart skipped a beat violently.

He just felt that looking at the girl in front of him, his heart throbbed uncontrollably.

Just because he said such a thing, she was satisfied?

This is too, easy to satisfy, right?

Or did she not believe in her promise?

……

"Qing Huan, don't be afraid, once a man says something, it's hard to follow. I've never said anything to anyone, especially my promise to you, and I will keep it."

A trace of stubbornness appeared in Murong Chen's eyes.

"If you don't believe me, then I will enter the palace tonight and directly ask the Holy Majesty for an order. The Holy Majesty once promised me that he would be good at controlling the floods. No matter what I propose, he will promise me."

Su Qinghuan was stunned, seeing the young man's paranoid eyebrows, her heart skipped a beat.

"But... you are not afraid, because the fact that you want to marry me will stop you from going to that seat?"

What's more, isn't it really a pity to use the power of water control to exchange such a will?
"not afraid."

Murong Chen shook his head, his thin lips moved, and there was an inevitable smile in his eyes.

"What's mine must be mine. Even if it's not mine, it's an infinite joy to be able to spend a lifetime with the people you care about."

"But tomorrow... is the day when Feiyang got engaged to Miss Xiangfu."

Hearing that Murong Chen was going to enter the palace tonight, Su Qinghuan felt a little inexplicable worry.

"Shh, don't be afraid, I will definitely be there before then."

As Murong Chen said, he fixedly looked at Su Qinghuan.

"Qing Huan, you should have also received the invitation post from the Prime Minister's Mansion, right? After all, you are the county lord and the second rank, so you must be included in the invitation."

"Yes."

"Then you will wait for me at the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"But……"

"Nothing but..."

Murong Chen has always been a person who pays attention to efficiency, he said, got on his horse, and actually went straight towards Miyagi.

Su Qinghuan stared blankly at Murong Chen's back, full of worries in her heart.

Murong Chen, can you really convince the Holy Majesty?
Tomorrow is Duan Feiyang and Ye Wan'er's engagement day, and I always feel a little restless.

……

An hour later.

In the Tai Chi Hall, the Holy One sat high on the dragon chair. Although he was already suffering from illness, his eyes were still as sharp as a sharp sword.

"Ziyu, are you sure you want to use your achievements in water control to ask for grace just to marry the girl from the Su family? Do you know what this means?"

Murong Chen lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee, his eyes were blazing.

"Your Majesty, the daughter of the Su family is elegant and gentle. I fell in love with you at first sight, and I beg Your Majesty to help you."

As he spoke, Murong Chen kowtowed heavily three times.

The emperor swept over the young man kneeling on the steps, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"I'm really curious about how strong your desire to marry a daughter from the Su family is. Ziyu, I'm tired. Go and kneel outside the hall. I can't easily grant you this grace."

(End of this chapter)