Chapter 373 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 68
After the busy enthronement ceremony comes the concubine.
Without waiting for the ministers to object to Fuchen's identity, the interested person immediately arranged for his daughter to enter the palace.
"Hundreds of flowers bloomed" in the palace in one day.
Fuchen looked at everyone's exquisite faces, dressed up in different looks, with hundreds of flowers blooming. The delicate girl with moon-shaped eyebrows and small cherry mouth; the cheerful girl with continuous eyebrows, large area of makeup, forehead flowers spreading like phoenix wings, plump lips, and cheerful smile
, gorgeous and exquisite, bold makeup; and willow-leaf eyebrows, gemstones stuck to the forehead, gemstone beads hanging on the body and pendants dancing in the wind, like a fairy on the wall, exquisite... For a moment, I felt that I had never seen a beauty before.
The palace is filled with fifty people, and the number is still increasing rapidly.
There will be one hundred and twenty beauties entering the palace tomorrow.
Too many.
Luxurious and decadent.
Fuchen went to find Wanchang, and there were still ministers gathered in the palace.
"Greetings to Her Royal Highness Princess Damei." The ministers knelt down in unison.
Fuchen bowed and said, "Greetings to my father."
When outsiders are around, Fuchen abides by the rules and respects Wanchang as his father.
Wan Fan nodded.
Fuchen sat aside silently waiting for the ministers to finish their discussion, and found that their topic was: Which beauties have their backgrounds, and where are the beauties?
Fuchen couldn't help but interject, "Why does my father need so many beauties?"
The minister smiled and said, "Princess is joking. The former king's harem had three hundred people, but now there are only a few. What's more, the king is majestic to the world, expands the territory, and is unrivaled in the past and present..." A series of words of praise were exaggerated and grotesque.
Fuchen was upset and waved his hand.
The minister was stunned and looked at Wanchang.
Wanchang waved his hand.
The ministers retreated.
Fuchen walked towards Wanchang and said seriously, "Brother, we don't need so many concubines. The country needs women to reproduce. There are many concubines in the palace, and everyone sends girls into the palace. Ministers follow suit, noble businessmen follow suit, how can there be enough among the people?
Women get married and have children? Where will so many people pay taxes and serve in the army?"
Wan Fan was multitasking and looked at the memorial in his hand.
This indifferent way is uncomfortable, as if it is just deafening and annoying.
The floating dust clattered on the bamboo slips, looking directly at Wanchang.
Wan Fan gently pushed his hand away and said indifferently, "The harem needs balance. When a daughter from one official family is sent, there will be hundreds of official daughters. When a noble girl from one country is sent, all countries will rush to pick her up. This is not what I expected."
"Where can anyone control you now? You just don't refuse, right?" Fuchen opened his mouth, his words smelled of gunpowder.
Wan Fan raised his head and looked at Fu Chen, "I asked you not to have anything to do with Wan Chen. Didn't you never take it to heart? You know whether the word joking is a cliché to deal with me softly or your sincerity."
The two brothers and sisters know each other's nature clearly.
Wan Fan continued to look down at the bamboo slips.
Fuchen held his breath and left.
The next day, Fuchen heard the news that after hundreds of women entered the palace, Wan Fan only picked out ten beauties and sent the rest back as they were.
Fuchen entered the palace again.
Since the other party gave him a step, it's not surprising that she followed it down and surrendered.
After entering the harem, I saw the concubines gathering together. Autumn in this palace has not yet entered winter.
I glanced at a person inadvertently between my brows and eyes. This person sat silently and watched everyone, not gathering in one place. His heroic appearance is still fresh in my memory, and the energy he once practiced dancing with a whip is as clear as my ears.
Yang Yiren.
Fuchen walked over.
The concubines bowed to greet her, "Princess the Great Beauty."
Yang Yiren in front of him also paid his respects.
Fuchen waved his hand and dismissed everyone. He asked Yang Yiren alone, "Why are you here? Where did you go before?"
Yang Yiren bowed and replied, "Your Majesty Taohua, I don't know what the princess is asking about."
Fuchen raised his hand and looked at Yang Yiren's face, which was exactly the same. Looking at her hands, the calluses were still there and not smooth. Looking closely at the texture of the other person's bones, it was clearly Yang Yiren, the only daughter of the Yang family.
"I am a witch, do you need me to figure out who you are?" Fuchen asked.
Yang Yiren didn't come back.
Fuchen was not embarrassed and left quickly.
Later, we heard news one after another that Yang Yiren became the peach concubine and was the only one favored among the concubines.
In the blink of an eye, it was late winter, and Fuchen saw that there were more than eighty people in the harem, and there was still no concubine. Lying down at the table, he couldn't help but gossip, "Brother doesn't have the girl he likes as his wife? Isn't Yang Yiren the one you love?"
Wan Fan still sat upright and looked at the bamboo slips. The table was covered with the Four Treasures of the Study and stacked bamboo slips. In one corner of the table were dusty melons, fruits, snacks and a basket of miscellaneous items.
"Do you have anything you like?" Wan Fan asked casually.
Fuchen smiled, "What do I like? When I look at your beauties every day, I feel that winter has not yet come and spring has arrived. When I see the beauties, I feel relaxed and happy. There are many beauties that I like. My brother himself does not have a wife that he likes.
?Isn’t that Yang Yiren my brother’s first love?”
Wan Fan didn't raise his head and said casually, "There will be a dancing girl sent by Jiang Guo tomorrow night. If you like, just go and see her."
If he hadn't known that Wan Fan sang and sang every night, he would have looked like an ascetic person.
Fuchen can't eat melons, but I feel happy when I think of beauty.
The next day at the dinner party, Fuchen sat next to Wan Fan and watched the dance.
The country of Jiang was rich and noble, and many dancing girls were sent there. They danced gracefully, like flowers moving in the wind. The bead curtain on the girl's face in the middle moved with the light footsteps, and her exposed eyes were flowing like clear springs, clear and bright.
.
Clear Water Hibiscus is nothing more than that.
When the other person takes off the bead necklace, revealing his true face, his shy smile, and his lively eyes unconsciously stir the heart and soul.
For the first time, Fuchen knew what "a clever smile is beautiful, and beautiful eyes are looking forward to". He appreciated every move of the other party.
Fuchen watched the dance seriously, his eyes motionless.
Wan Fan next to him whispered softly, "Do you like her?"
Fuchen's mind was in the middle of the dance, and he was about to nod without thinking, when he suddenly came to his senses and looked at Wan Fan in confusion.
Wan Fan took one look at her expression and said nothing more.
After the dance was over, the woman introduced herself as the Marquis of Jiang Kingdom, Jiang Meier.
Wan Fan raised his hand and accepted this girl.
He had a great time with this girl that night, and the next day he brought the entire dance team into the palace to dance with Jiang Meier. He was given a high platform to enjoy her dancing.
Fuchen often follows the trend and watches.
But after one winter passed and spring came, there was no immediate change.
I met Yang Yiren by chance in the back garden, and Yang Yiren was still favored.
Fuchen stepped forward and asked, "Have you ever thought about it?"
Yang Yiren looked at Fuchen calmly, "Let's see if the princess wants me to be her queen."
"What's the meaning?"
"The queen position requires the consent of the princess." Yang Yiren said calmly, but a "princess" had the illusion of gnashing her teeth. She paused for a moment and stared at Fuchen, "It's not because of the identity of the great wizard, but the identity of the princess's daughter or sister.
Family identity.”
Fuchen stood where he was, as if he had come back to his senses.
The brother's wife is a sister-in-law and a member of the family. The addition of a new member of the family requires the consent of the family.
Fuchen had denied Yang Yiren.
Wan Fan also denied Wan Chen.
Fuchen stopped talking and entered the harem cautiously, no longer commenting on the concubines.
Spring begins, the streams flow, and the earth revives. The affairs of the Wu clan become busy accordingly.
Fuchen was busy making and firing tortoise shells, and while he was doing fortune-telling, a voice rang in his ears: "Zhenren is dead."
Fuchen raised his head, surprised. He paused for a moment and looked behind him. Behind him, the witches were working, with similar figures, but he didn't know who they were.
Fuchen couldn't concentrate anymore and handed it over to his subordinates. When he remembered it, he burned a big turtle shell and asked Zhenren, and got the divination meaning: Death. Southeast.
To the southeast... Fuchen thought, there is the tomb of the late king.
