The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 509 A business woman who was murdered for money (59)

  The emperor looked at the young man in Longzhang and Fengzi. Before today, he had never thought that his good nephew would turn out to be a seed of infatuation trapped by love.

  It's... it's a bit more interesting.

   And Murong Chen heard the words and calmly bowed his head to thank you.

   "Thank your majesty for your grace, the minister will let your majesty see my determination."

   "Oh? How do I see it?"

  The emperor stared at Murong Chen quietly, and finally just shook his head.

   "Finally, you can go out."

  ……

  The palace walls are dense. I don’t know when it started to rain outside the Tai Chi Hall. At first, it was still rain, but after a while, it turned into a pouring rain.

  A palace man who was vigil outside the Tai Chi Hall stared at Murong Chen in amazement. I really didn’t know that this prince, who had always been looked at by his majesty, would now be punished to kneel in the rain.

Moreover, the weather in the capital is unpredictable, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and there is such a heavy rain at this moment. Although Murong Chen is a young man, if he continues to kneel on the masonry, I am afraid that he will have a lot of knees. damage.

  There are curious palace people whispering discussions.

   "This Yongchang prince did something wrong. He has been punished to kneel outside the temple for several hours."

   "Who knows?"

   "The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, do you dare to manage the affairs of the Heavenly Family?"

   "Couldn't the saint be dissatisfied with Murong Shizi now, and decided to make other factions the prince?"

  Murongchen’s ears are very good. He is kneeling straight, but he can still hear those people who think they are whispering.

  The man did not frown either.

  Su Qinghuan once said that he is the kind of person who would definitely abandon beauty for the sake of Jiangshan.

   But Murong Chen discovered that he is indeed a greedy person, Jiangshan, he wants, and he wants beauty.

  This is the self-confidence and arrogance of men.

  ……

   "Bold! Shi Ziye is also something that you can speculate?"

  As the red man next to the emperor, Grandpa Hai hurriedly walked to Murong Chen. He reprimanded the few palace servants who were chewing his tongue, and looked at Murong Chen with a worried look behind him.

"Sir, do you really want to continue to kneel outside this Tai Chi Hall? It's almost two hours. Your Majesty has already gone to bed. I'm afraid that if you kneel down again, this knee will suffer the wind and cold. Now, how can I return to the Yongchang Palace for business?"

  After all, Grandpa Hai has always been optimistic that the future lord of the Great Xia Dynasty is Murong Chen. Once the emperor and the courtier, he will not overly flatter Murong Chen, but he still needs to have the necessary goodwill.

  After all, in the future, if your majesty's dragon body is ill and died, then once Murong Chen ascends the throne of God, it will become a necessary reliance for these old people in the palace.

  Those ignorant little palace talents think that Murong Chen will fall out of favor with the former, but Grandpa Hai fully understands that before the ascension of the throne, Yongchang and Sheng are brothers, and they have the best feelings. At that time, Yongchang Wang Liping was fighting the war of the four seas.

  And once the new emperor ascended the throne, King Yongchang voluntarily surrendered his military power, and became a idle prince in this emperor.

  It’s not that your majesty doesn’t miss the old feelings. He only knows the cruel and cruel people, plus the queen and the princess Yongchang are also sisters, so naturally he will consider Murong Chen.

  Murong Chen glanced at the father-in-law Hai, his figure kneeling straight like a sword, even if the sky is freezing, the ninety-five-year-old saint in the temple has already fallen asleep, and he can't shake his mind.

   "Grandpa Hai, this is fine. Since your Majesty wants to see my determination, I naturally want to let your Majesty see clearly."

"……this……"

  A thin layer of sweat oozes from Grandpa Hai’s forehead. He had heard of Murong Chen's dispute with the emperor in the hall before.

   turned out to be trapped by a woman.

   is still the Su's daughter, Su Qinghuan, who has just been banned as the head of the county.

  Grandpa Hai has seen Su Qinghuan with his own eyes. Although he is a rare beauty, as the future prince, Murong Chen can't get what kind of beauty Murong Chen wants, so why bother to hold on to the daughter of such a merchant.

   is really puzzling.

   After all, Murong Chen had never shown any enthusiasm for men and women before. It can only be said to be shocking.

  ……

  Daddy Hai sighed, and finally he could only hold the palace lantern and quietly push open the door of Tai Chi Hall.

  He originally saw that the saint had been sleeping in the side hall of the Taiji Hall, but he did not expect that at this moment, he saw the saint struggling to write at his desk.

  Duke Hai was shocked, and immediately put down the lantern and knelt to the ground.

   "Your Majesty... it's so late, why are you still reviewing the memorial?"

  Ambergris is burning quietly, and clusters of white smoke exudes the scent of vain, which makes people drunk.

   "Haisheng, what time is it now?"

  The emperor caress about the memorial in his hand carelessly, and his eagle eyes swept across Father Hai.

  When Grandpa Hai saw the emperor frowning, he guessed that the emperor could not sleep tonight, and the reason, probably because of the young son who was kneeling outside the temple.

   "Return to your Majesty, it will be four more days, your Majesty might as well rest early. If you delay, I'm afraid it will be close to the early time."

   "It's raining outside?"

  The emperor did not answer Duke Hai’s words. He scanned Duke Hai’s wet clothes, frowning more tightly.

   "Yes... and the rain is coming fiercely and urgently, the saint... didn't you hear it before?"

   "That Ziyu, that kid, is it still kneeling outside the hall?"

   "Yes, Shi Ziye said, I hope your majesty can see his thoughts."

   "Heh... this kid... I can't tell it is a seed of infatuation."

  The emperor pursed the corners of his lips. He stood up and walked toward the hall. Through the window lattice, he did see Murong Chen kneeling straight.

   "Why don't you bring him a futon?"

  The emperor briefly scanned Murongchen's figure, and saw that Murongchen's figure was motionless, but he was a little bit touched.

   "The minion is negligent, and the minion is gone."

  ……

   "No need."

  The emperor waved his hand. When he was young, he had a woman he liked.

  It’s just that woman, who was born in Xiaomen Xiaohu, a little better than Su Qinghuan, but she is just the daughter of a Zhiguan official.

  In the end, he gave up on that woman, because that person was an offensive temperament, and he didn't want the other person to be trapped between the palace walls and become a canary.

Unexpectedly, Murong Chen was more decisive than he was at the time.

  "Finally, why bother to do this big stick that breaks the marriage relationship..."

  The emperor shook his head and laughed, took out a blank imperial decree, and swayed words on it.

   "Haisheng, call Ziyu to come in."

   "Yes! The slave obeys!"

  Grandpa Hai quickly walked towards the outside of the temple.

  "My son, your majesty calls you in."

   "Holy, this is... let go?"

  Murongchen was overjoyed. He stood up anxiously at the moment, but knelt for too long. It was rainy night now, his legs were numb, and he fell to the side uncontrollably...

  (End of this chapter)