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The emperor and all civil and military officials knew that He Xiang had a daughter who was not in good health.

She was still an only daughter, and He Xiang was heartbroken for such a sick daughter.

Other people's daughters should be engaged and married when they are fifteen or sixteen years old, but in his family, no one cares about her after a long time.

In fact, this disease is too mysterious, and I started to drink yellow soup before I was born.

I drank it without interruption for 18 years, but there was no improvement at all.

Even the old imperial doctor sent by the emperor shook his head frequently when he came back.

It's not a serious illness, but it's just that the airway is bad, and I can't breathe after walking a few steps. I can barely get by with careful care on weekdays, but it's especially difficult when the temperature difference in late spring and early autumn is repeated.

Her trachea is much more slender than other people's, as long as she catches a cold, she coughs so frighteningly that it seems to pass.

It's like a kite made of bamboo film and paper, it makes a whirring sound when the wind blows, and looks like it's about to shatter at any moment.

Who would dare to marry such a wife?

The unborn He Xiang was unwilling again. He was an old woman, and his original wife had also passed away a few years ago. He was afraid that if he was the only only daughter in a hundred years, he would lose his support.

Then I wanted to find a son-in-law, I don't mind the family status, as long as I have a good character and a pure mind, I don't want to love He Xueyan too much, I just want it to be a precious ornament, put it in the house carefully and carefully, and take good care of it Just feed it.

It's just that no one in a serious family would be willing to be a son-in-law, and he is also a notoriously sick man, so he might become a widower at a young age.

Those who are interested in the quota of He Xiang's son-in-law probably have nothing to do with the requirement of being pure-hearted. They also want He Xiang's support and are not actually interested in his daughter.

After the wife farts, the father-in-law ascends to the sky, and he rises to the top.

You can have as many beautiful wives and beautiful concubines as you want.

The emperor told Tan Hua Lang about this as a joke, and he picked up a new brochure while talking: "Old man He originally liked you the most, A Yuan, you and their family were originally married a hundred years ago. A family with the same surname as He, and a lonely boy from a remote village."

He narrowed his eyes: "You should thank the lonely king well. If it wasn't for the lonely king, old man He would definitely arrest you and go home to drink the misty soup."

Tan Hualang frowned when he heard this: "He Xiang... usually looking at such an orthodox person, he would have such crazy thoughts for his daughter. The inheritance of people lacks great virtue, and she is a sick girl." , It's really outrageous, the minister must go to persuade him to persuade him."

As a result, within two days, Tanhua Lang He Yuan asked to come to the front of the palace, and knelt down respectfully. He was not such a well-behaved person, and he threw away his pen and left after writing the article on the day of the palace exam.

But on this day, his head was almost firmly attached to the ground, and he was seeking marriage.

His marriage to He Xueyan.

The emperor thought it was ridiculous, and plucked his ears several times: "Are you okay?"

He flicked his sleeves and walked in front of He Yuan, his face darkened, his brows tightly frowned, and he looked down at him: "If the lonely king says, even if you don't marry He Xueyan, the lonely king will protect you all the way, and seal the marquis worship." Xiang, are you still willing to marry her?"

He Yuan raised his head and took a deep look at the emperor, then kowtowed heavily, and there was a muffled sound when he knocked on the ground: "I am willing, even if I don't want to be an official, I want to go back to the countryside to be an ordinary teacher, I also want to marry her."

The emperor didn't believe a word he said. The emperor felt that he had made a mistake and regarded a villain who was following the power as a gentleman of Qingfenghaoyue.

His face became extremely ugly, and he said through gritted teeth, "Even if she might die tomorrow?"

He Yuan raised his head, looked at the emperor's face and didn't say much, just took out the resignation letter written the day before from his bosom, and offered it with both hands: "If she dies, I will guard her tablet for the rest of my life. "

This appearance frightened the emperor, instead of accepting the resignation, he gave He Yuan a meaningful look.

Suddenly, he laughed: "Forget it, you like it, it's your family's business, what does it have to do with the lonely king?"

"It's just," the emperor continued, "You ask He Xiang to send his sickly daughter to the palace to meet the lonely king. The lonely king wants to see what kind of woman she is. The lonely king's Tan Hualang is so fascinated that officials don't want to do it."

"When the lonely king has seen her, he will give you two marriages. If you love to be a door-to-door son-in-law, can the lonely king tell you not to do it?"

But it happened that something went wrong on the sure-fire side.

It was almost a long time after the emperor came down to court that he realized that there was a man who hiccups at any time in the side hall.

While rushing to the side hall, he scolded the servant angrily: "You are useless, why didn't you remind the lonely king about such a big matter, if his sick daughter died in the lonely king's palace today, you Want to congratulate the old man to find the lonely king to fight for his life?"

The emperor pushed open the door of the side hall. It was a palace that had been abandoned for a long time and no one lived in it. There were only some miscellaneous books piled up on the shelves.

The room was very dark, only one lamp was lit, and with his movements, some old dust rose up and slowly sprinkled down.

Under the goose yellow light, it is as beautiful as sprinkling gold, and it will radiate light.

And the person sitting in front of the lamp holding the book slowly turned her head. Under the light, her long eyelashes cast a thick shadow, and they were gently lifted, revealing a pair of beautiful pupils reflecting the firelight.

The emperor's fingers gripped the door frame tighter and tighter. He once despised He Yuan for being seduced by a sick man in three or two days, like a stunned young man who had never seen a woman before.

But when it came to himself, it only took a short while to open the door.

He forgot how he arranged for the palace servants to send He Xueyan back.

When the night fell, the sky resounded with muffled thunder.

The Tianjian officer was summoned into the palace by the emperor against the heavy rain. There was lightning and thunder outside the house, and the inside of the study was bright as day and then dark.

His Majesty the Emperor propped his forehead with one hand, and kept pressing a note with the other hand. He tilted his head to look at the Tianjian officer, his expression was gloomy, and his pupils were misty.

She raised her hand and beckoned him over, tapping the paper lightly with her finger: "Come here and see if this woman's horoscope is suitable to be a queen?"

His Majesty's original wife, the Empress, had died of illness for many years and had never had a successor. Hearing this, the Tian Jian Officer could only move over, and before taking the note, he wiped his damp fingers very carefully with the hem of his clothes.

Seeing that the cold sweat was coming down, he observed the emperor's face tremblingly: "It's just based on fate."

He paused, his back was covered with fine sweat: "This woman is a one-in-a-hundred-one-in-a-hundred-one-in-a-hundred-one-in-a-hundred-one-in-a-lifetime woman."

After hearing this, the emperor was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "It seems that life is very hard, and I won't die for a while."

The emperor drew out his hand, put his palms together and crossed his fingers gently under his lips: "The lonely king wants to tell the world that she is destined to be a queen. If she is made queen, the people and the country can be revitalized."

His eyes fell, like a knife with substance, fell on Tian Jianguan's hand holding the note: "Didn't you just figure it out and tell the lonely king?"

He Yuan finally got the decree he had always wanted, and the servant held the bright yellow scroll and did not read it out for a long time.

Instead, it was directly stuffed into his hands: "For such a happy event, Mr. He should watch it for himself."

The great ecstasy made He Yuan ignore this abnormality, and let the servant take a big purse to take care of the servant.

He Yuan didn't dare to open it until he was the only one left in the room, and the smile froze on his lips as soon as he read the two lines.

In the end, only the emperor got his wish.

He didn't dare to drink at all, and he was as cautious as if he was marrying his wife for the first time that year.

The man was wearing a red dress, and the bed sheet behind him was covered with red dates, peanuts, longan and lotus seeds.

She wore a beautiful golden crown on her head, and the fringed tassels hanging down gently brushed the side of her face.

Snow skin and red lips, but the eyes are surprisingly cold.

The emperor took two glasses of wine from the tray in Nanny's hands, and he didn't look annoyed at her eyes, and sat down beside her: "You look at the lonely king like this, do you want to say that you like He Yuan?"

Before He Xueyan could answer, the emperor shook his head to himself: "No, Ah Yan, I... No, the first time I saw you, I knew you were the face of a bodhisattva, the face of a snake, and your heart as cold as a stone." , you will never love anyone."

He stuffed the wine into He Xueyan's hand, then raised his head and drank his own cup directly: "You might as well love my power, Prime Minister He is clean and honest, and He Yuan is a brat, only I can support you for the rest of your life."

"As long as you can find the medicine to cure you, no matter if it is flying in the sky or swimming in the water, even if it kills and gouges out the heart, the lonely king is willing to do it."

He Xueyan still didn't speak, she looked at Zhang Chao, then tilted her head slightly, her red lips that were extremely delicately outlined were slightly curved, and the tassels on Bu Yao slowly tilted with her movements.

She raised her wine glass and took a sip, almost to the extent that the wine just wet her lips.

His empress was not in good health, so she must not drink too much, so the emperor directly took her glass of wine and drank it together.

The lights are warm, and the bedroom is filled with ambiguous and warm aromas.

Under the firelight, He Xueyan's very colorful face was very moving.

The emperor swallowed his saliva, like a kid who had never seen a woman before, and couldn't help but want to touch her hand.

Before touching it, the man had already pulled his hand away.

He Xueyan turned to look at him, her face was snow-white, and her light-colored pupils were still full of indifference against the light of the fire: "Your Majesty doesn't seem to understand me, Xueyan was born with a whole body of illnesses, and she also hated the illness very much, the one I hate the most ..."

The corners of her lips curved into a sneer: "What I hate the most is the mediocrity who looks at me weakly and tries to take advantage of me."

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