Shangguan Ye sighed, took a sip of tea, and then said, "As you know, I have been in the army all year round, fighting everywhere. As a soldier whose life is always on the line, I naturally will not get married. That will only harm me."
I married a good girl. Now, the war has temporarily subsided, so I was recruited back. After all, I now have a twenty-five-year-old man. At this age, men who have not yet married have become rare. Ordinary men
, now the children are almost ten years old, so my marriage has naturally become an important concern."
Murong Qiufeng listened to him quietly, her beautiful eyebrows almost knitted together, and she didn't understand what the relationship between his words and the questions he asked were.
"You also know that in a big family, let alone freedom of marriage, even personal freedom is not available. Political marriages are mostly inevitable, let alone the royal family. My marriage will not be decided by myself. It is either the Murong family or Dugu.
There will always be a family anyway, so why don’t I marry someone I’m more satisfied with? I’m quite satisfied with Miss Murong, and it can be regarded as a smooth favor for the queen.”
What he said was completely impolite, clearly revealing that this was a completely political marriage and had nothing to do with the wishes of both parties?
Shangguan Ye smiled slightly, "Otherwise, do you think that I will fall in love with Miss Murong at first sight? I can only say that I will try my best to be a good husband in the future. As for emotional matters, I can only talk about it later."
Shangguan Ye's answer was completely out of his guess. Murong Qiufeng felt very complicated. He suddenly thought of something. Shangguan Ye was a soldier and had been on the battlefield all year round. Although the war has been temporarily suspended, it does not mean that the war will always cease.
As the god of war and the patron saint of Yanguo, it is impossible for him not to go if a war breaks out.
As for the war, as long as it started, it would not end without dragging on for three to five years. It was one thing to have no feelings, and he couldn't bear to let his sister always guard the palace alone.
This is why Murong Qiuyun was so shocked. He would rather marry a stranger than marry into the palace. Although Shangguan Ye is called the God of War and seems to be a myth of being undefeated in battle, on the battlefield,
Who knows what accident will happen next time, to put it bluntly, not only does she not want to be a widow, but she also doesn't want to become a widow. In this way, her life will really come to an end.
Although Murong Qiufeng was indeed in a bad mood, he did not have any intention of blaming Shangguan Ye, because he knew that he was helpless. Who could blame him? In such a wealthy family,
When you enjoy the glory and wealth, you have to pay accordingly.
It's just that he doesn't understand Shangguan Ye's status in Yanguo. Although he is still a minister, if he really doesn't want to, even if the emperor has issued an imperial edict, he can only take it back with anger.
The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Shangguan Ye didn't say anything else. It wasn't until the food was served that the dull atmosphere was slightly broken. Looking at the food and wine on the table, Murong Qiufeng sighed, poured a cup of tea, then raised it and said to
Shangguan Ye said, "Your Majesty, Jun'er is my dearest and most beloved sister. As an elder brother, I naturally hope that she can be happy. Even if this is just a political marriage, since marriage is no longer possible, I would like to offer tea instead of wine to Your Majesty.
I hope the prince can treat Jun'er well in the future." After saying that, he looked up to the sky and took a sip of tea.
Shangguan Ye also drank to him, but the two of them had different thoughts. Shangguan Ye never wanted to marry Shangguan Qiuyun. The reason why he agreed to the marriage was entirely because of Murong Qiufeng. Murong Qiuyun did not know how to marry him.
But he could take advantage of this and set up a game to lure Murong Qiufeng in step by step.
Suddenly, a melodious piano sound sounded, crisp and leisurely, but also a bit wanton and a bit arrogant.
Murong Qiufeng's eyes suddenly lit up. He has two big obsessions, one is music theory, and the other is furry animals. He has never been able to resist these two, so in Yunmeng Mountain, where he lives
, almost all of them are filled with various pets.
And he himself is also an expert who is extremely proficient in music theory. He is proficient in almost all kinds of music. Several of the top musical instruments in the world are now in his hands, all of which were collected by Yun Feiyang for him.
For Murong Qiufeng, Yun Feiyang, his senior brother, could almost be said to be doting on him to the core. As long as he was slightly interested in something, no matter what it was, he would satisfy him.
Naturally, Yun Feiyang's thoughts are not just to treat him as a younger brother. However, Yun Feiyang is too indecisive. He will only hide Murong Qiufeng's strange feelings and dare not reveal them for fear of Murong.
Qiu Feng would hate him, and he originally planned to wait until Murong Qiu Feng grew older and matured before slowly showing it.
But he didn't know that a Cheng Yaojin like Shangguan Ye was killed on the way. If he had known earlier, he would never have let Murong Qiufeng go down the mountain, or at least not let him come back alone, no matter how secretly or abducted he was.
Murong Qiufeng usually kept these musical instruments as treasures. When he came back this time, he didn't bring them all back, just a handful of jade flutes.
Hearing such a melody at this moment naturally aroused his interest. From this piece of music, it can be seen that this person's piano skills are very exquisite.
Shangguan Ye naturally did not miss his expression, but he frowned slightly, and there was a dark light in his eyes. Anyone who knew him well would definitely know that he was in a bad mood at this moment.
And the reason naturally comes from the sound of the piano, and he knows the person playing the piano.