"Did I say something wrong? Your Majesty." The extremely innocent eyes of Naren, who was hot-looking and had an innocent and ignorant expression, immediately gave Zhu Qizhen the urge to collapse.
"You're not wrong, but there are some things that people have to experience before they become mature." Zhu Qizhen stared viciously at Naren's hot body and moist red lips.
After a few glances in retaliation, he continued to pretend to be a philosopher and sighed.
"Your Majesty's words are so profound." Naren tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding and saying with reverence: "But it sounds very reasonable."
"It's better not to call me Your Majesty. If the princess doesn't mind, call me Brother Zhu." Zhu Qizhen touched his nose and laughed dryly.
"Really?" Naren's watery blue eyes slightly curved, and her smile as charming as the Gesang flower made Zhu Qizhen feel extremely intoxicating. "Of course it's true."
"Then I will call you Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu." Naren's lips are very sexy, and the upper lip is slightly upturned, revealing a little bit of white teeth. It looks very sexy, making people always want to
The urge to take a bite. Although her tone was a little weird, her voice was as beautiful as the newly steamed osmanthus cake, sweet and waxy.
"Yes, Princess." Zhu Qizhen smiled and nodded.
"Then you are not allowed to call me Princess. Just call me Naren. My brothers all call me that." Naren glared at Zhu Qizhen angrily and inadvertently, a large bundle of exotic autumn
Spinach smashed Zhu Qizhen until he was a little dizzy.
"Okay, Naren."
"Well, Brother Zhu." The rosy red lips opened and closed, and the long eyelashes were raised like rain curtains, which made Zhu Qizhen's heart itch. He couldn't help but feel a commotion in his heart, your sister, you are really
A seducing goblin, class beauty, school belle, she's so amazing compared to this girl, let alone floating clouds, I'm afraid it's more appropriate to be floating dust.
Zhu Qizhen was very eloquent, and in a short time, he made Na Ren laugh and show off his skills. When Boyan Tiemu'er, who was overjoyed and drank too much, expressed his dissatisfaction with his snoring, Na Ren's
Only then did he realize that he had been here for a long time. "Oh, I already told my mother that I was going back. Second brother, second brother, get up quickly. Seriously, I'm actually drunk again."
"In this case, it's time for us to go back. I hope to have a chance to meet the princess again next time." Zhu Qizhen stood up without feeling satisfied, and let Boyan Tiemuer's guards carry him up.
On horseback, he said goodbye to Naren in a graceful manner.
"Well, for sure, if my mother and my eldest brother like it, I will come to ask for it from Your Majesty when the time comes." Naren glanced at the bag of sauce that had been handed over to her, and turned her head towards
Zhu Qizhen smiled, his blond hair surrounded by a charming smile, just like the nameless wildflowers that struggled tenaciously to emerge from the snow in the late winter and bloomed in bright colors.
"Fu Erxun, why does the portrait of your princess seem so different from the portrait of your Grand Master Hepingzhang?" After watching the large group of people who sent Naren to see his brother Boyan Tiemur leave, Zhu Qizhen was also in a group.
Surrounded by the Waqi cavalry who were guarding him, he embarked on his return journey, but the doubts in his heart remained unabated.
"That's because her mother is the daughter of Bora Khan, the monarch of the Kipchak Khanate, that is, the Golden Horde. She married our King Huai's father, the old lady Shihunning Wang**huan, eighteen years ago. But in
After the old master returned to the embrace of Changshengtian ten years ago, King Huai married Bo Cichan's daughter, whose hair was as dazzling as the sun and her eyes were as green as the sea..."
When Zhu Qizhen heard Wilson's explanation, his eyes suddenly turned black and his scalp exploded. Damn it, this guy is so disgusting. He actually married his own stepmother?
Seeing the change in Zhu Qizhen's expression, Nelson quickly explained the nomadic custom of marrying the son after his father died. Only then did Zhu Qizhen realize that he was not just trying to get a glimpse of Na Naren's mother.
Beauty is a custom.
In the minds of nomadic peoples, marriage between men and women is a natural right, inherent. Therefore, among a group, men should not be alone, and women do not need to be widowed. Men regard the women they marry as being of the same generation.
As a wife; a woman considers the married man to be a husband if he is of the same generation. Usually, the relationship between men and women is very free, and parents, husbands or wives mostly do not interfere. So, a brother who is dead will marry his sister-in-law, and a son who is dead from his father will marry his stepmother.
It's just a normal thing, don't think it's weird.
Moreover, the eldest son marries his father's concubine, which means that he has succeeded his father's power, which is a very symbolic act.
So what should Naren call her mother when she meets him? And what should her mother and Mr. Ye's baby call Naren? Zhu Qizhen himself felt that this kind of question was too evil and gossipy, so much so that the gossipy Zhu Qi
Zhen could only bury this question in his heart angrily.
Your sister, fortunately, I don’t have to worry about such an outrageously complicated relationship—I am secretly glad that I have traveled to a civilized era, Zhu Qi Zhenyu.
"Has everyone gone to bed?" There were three oil lamps lit in the room, which were placed side by side on the desk in the pit. Although the light from the oil lamps was not enough to illuminate Zhu Qizhen's room, it was still possible to use this light.
It is enough to light up the lamp for late night copying, and it will not hurt your eyes. After all, Zhu Qizhen is still young, and he doesn’t want to put a pair of black-framed bottle-bottom glasses on the bridge of his nose early. Well, he doesn’t have glasses at this time.
Shit, if the lack of light during this period really caused severe myopia, it would be too much for Zhu Qizhen.
Therefore, every night when Zhu Qizhen writes, he requires that there be enough light. Wilson has no objection to Zhu Qizhen's requirement of three oil lamps for lighting, and Ha Ming and Yuan Bin have also seen the world.
People naturally know that the wealthy and official families of the Ming Dynasty probably had dozens of lights in one room.
"Welson and the others have already gone back to their houses to sleep. Even the Waci Tatars who are on duty at night will not enter the inner courtyard." Yuan Bin, who just opened the door and came in, also lowered his voice and said.
Zhu Qizhen smiled and patted the surface of the pit. After Yuan Bin also entered the pit and Ha Ming squeezed in opposite Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Qizhen said, "Come up and sit down. It's warmer in the pit. It's been hard work for you these days."
There are two of us. The reason why this matter can be accomplished today is because you two are by my side."
Hearing Zhu Qizhen's words, Ha Ming, who looked touched, suppressed the excitement in his heart and whispered: "I was just following your Majesty's instructions. If it weren't for your Majesty's foresight, where would we be today? Release these prisoners of war."
Returning to the Ming Dynasty is indeed a blessing to the people of the Ming Dynasty and is a tribute to Your Majesty."
The first update has arrived. Look, everyone, I will work hard to update today. Thank you for your continued support. The second child is always a thousand times better than the youngest.
