Enter the imperial city and come to Prince Xiao's Mansion.
With Zhang Su leading the way, the journey was smooth and smooth.
The martial arts arena is where Jia Lian violently beat Prince Duan.
There are not many people here today, and the scene is not big.
There was a row of long tables set up on the corridor, and about a dozen young men in fine clothes gathered here.
It seems that today is just a small drinking party.
"Master Zhang."
"I have met all the princes and young masters."
Zhang Su seemed to be familiar with most of the people present, and almost everyone greeted him.
On the contrary, these people all looked disgusted after taking a look at Jia Lian.
Jia Lian knew that the reason why these people had such an attitude towards him was probably because of Princess Zhaoyang.
Because he had come to the Fourth Prince's Mansion before, and although he was not close to these people, he did not have any enmity with them.
Since they didn't like him, Jia Lian naturally didn't take the initiative to get close to him. While Zhang Su was chatting with them, he directly found a seat to sit down, have tea and enjoy the show.
"Jia Lian!!"
Suddenly, a loud voice trembled in his ears. Jia Lian was startled, and when he turned around, he realized it was the fourth prince.
At some point, he was standing next to him, clenching a pair of tiger fists, his eyes wide open, looking like a fighting chicken.
"I've met Your Highness the Fourth Highness." Jia Lian quickly stood up and bowed his hands in salute.
The fourth prince did not return the favor and glared at Jia Lian. Finally, he stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. He said angrily: "I want to challenge you to a duel!"
Looking at his appearance, Jia Lian clearly resented himself deeply. After thinking about it, if he didn't let him out, he might burn out this silly boy.
Then he said: "I accept His Highness's challenge. However, I have no eyes for fists and kicks. I will not give in to Your Highness on the competition stage."
The fourth prince became even more angry: "Who wants you to give in? Today, for my imperial sister, I will beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you!"
The fourth prince was naturally angry. He knew that he could not defeat Jia Lian, but today, even if both sides suffered losses, he also cut off three of Jia Lian's hairs to vent his anger on his sister.
"Okay, Your Majesty the Fourth Highness!!"
"Yes, yes, people like this who are ignorant and insult the majesty of my royal family should be taught a lesson."
Naturally, most of the people the four princes associate with are the princes of the royal family. Jia Lian refuses to marry the royal princess. In their eyes, he naturally disrespects the royal family and is a minister who needs to be taught a lesson.
"Wei Ling!"
Just when the fourth prince took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to fight with Jia Lian, an elegant and majestic voice sounded.
Everyone looked back and bent down to salute.
Princess Zhaoyang came down the corridor with her maid and glanced at Jia Lian first.
Although she was only wearing casual clothes that fit her body well, at first glance, Princess Zhaoyang felt that she was much more eye-catching than the luxuriously dressed people around her.
Seeing Jia Lian bowing to her, Princess Zhaoyang nodded in response, and then looked at the fourth prince: "Have you forgotten what I said to you?"
In front of the imperial sister, the fourth prince's momentum was sluggish, but he was still dissatisfied: "I haven't forgotten, but I just want to beat him first!"
When Princess Zhaoyang heard this, her eyes became sharper.
The fourth prince was finally defeated. He snorted, sat down next to him, picked up the white porcelain wine pot, put it on the spout, took a big drink, and then slammed the wine pot on the table.
Don't tell me, this set of actions is done in one go.
If the bitter expression on his face were changed, he might actually be a bit bohemian.
"Forgive me, General Jia. My brother is ignorant and has slighted the general. I apologize to the general on his behalf."
"Bang."
There was another sound of a wine bottle hitting the table.
Jia Lian glanced at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "Princess, you are serious. Your Fourth Highness has such an innocent temperament that it is difficult for mediocre ministers to flatter you. I admire you very much. How can I say that you are being scornful?"
"There is also what happened at Weiyang Palace last time. Zhaoyang also apologized to the general here."
Jia Lian's expression condensed, and he hurriedly bowed and said: "I dare not accept your Highness's words. What happened last time was that I was not lucky enough to live up to the Queen Mother's good intentions. I should apologize to the Queen Mother and Your Highness."
Princess Zhaoyang laughed when she heard this, "The general said something serious. If the general doesn't blame Zhaoyang anymore, it just so happens that Zhaoyang still has a few words to ask the general.
It's just that it's inconvenient here. If the general doesn't mind, can you accompany Zhaoyang for a walk around the house?"
this……
Jia Lian glanced at the people around him. Although many people still looked at him with resentful eyes, no one had any doubts about Princess Zhaoyang's words.
Looking at Duke Zhaoyang himself, as a woman in a boudoir, she dared to invite other men to speak in public, and her words were so natural and without any pretense.
This magnanimity is something even many men cannot compare to.
The key point is that even Jia Lian can feel that the more she behaves like this, the more others think it is normal, as if there is nothing wrong with her doing this and it is normal.
No wonder, although Princess Zhaoyang is not stunningly beautiful, she has countless suitors in the capital. Even Feng Ziying, who is both civil and military, is one of them.
There is indeed something extraordinary about it.
"Your Highness has an order, and I dare not disobey it."
"hehe."
Hearing this, Princess Zhaoyang lightly lifted her bangs on her forehead, then said sorry to the others, and invited Jia Lian: "Please."
Seeing Jia Lian leave at the invitation of the imperial sister, the fourth prince took another swig of wine.
Something called jealousy surged in my heart.
Ever since she was little, has the imperial sister ever been so polite to a man!
Moreover, yesterday the imperial sister stopped his plan to prepare a sack to cover his head, and today he is not allowed to teach Jia Lian a lesson with his own hands.
It seems that the imperial sister has never cared so much for herself!
"Brother Four Emperors, you don't have to be angry. When Jia Lian comes back, how about our brothers help you teach him a lesson?"
Several drinking buddies who were incompetent members of the clan gathered around the fourth prince, wanting to show off.
The fourth prince sighed: "What a slap! Didn't you see that my imperial sister defended him more?
If you make Sister Huang angry, I won't be able to protect you."
When the others heard this, they immediately gave up their thoughts.
The clan is also like a clan. Except for the direct lineage prince Longsun, many others are not doing well.
They dare not offend Princess Zhaoyang.
The fourth prince took another sip of wine, and his face suddenly turned red.
In fact, he is not afraid of his royal sister. He has made her angry many times since he was a child.
It's just that now, the emperor's sister is going to be married off to the deserted land of the Gobi by his father, but he can't do anything about it, which makes him blame himself very much. Therefore, at this time, if he can avoid making the emperor's sister angry, it's better not to make her angry.
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Prince Xiao's Mansion was a palace specially built by Emperor Ningkang for the fourth prince.
Although it is not considered luxurious in the palace, it is fresh and majestic and the scenery is pleasant.
Jia Lian was half a step behind Princess Zhaoyang, and the two of them strolled on the stone paved road of the palace.
Behind him were only four maids of Princess Zhaoyang.
Occasionally there were people from the palace on the road, and they seemed to have been notified in advance. When they saw Princess Zhaoyang and Jia Lian, they immediately avoided them.
She didn't speak until she had walked a long way, and then Princess Zhaoyang looked back at Jia Lian and said with a smile: "General Jia has nothing to say, do you want to talk to me?"
Princess Zhaoyang slowed down, and Jia Lian did the same, and replied: "Your Majesty, I am waiting for the princess' instructions."
When Princess Zhaoyang heard this, her smile faded from her eyes and she looked a little sad. She was silent for a moment and said, "I'm going to the King's Court of Wala right away."
Jia Lian also fell silent. After a while, Fang asked softly: "The Queen Mother also agreed?"
Duke Zhaoyang shook her head, she knew what Jia Lian meant.
"With the general's ability, I guess there is no need for me to explain the interest considerations in government affairs.
As a royal princess, this is my responsibility and my mission.
The Queen Mother is not in a position to intervene."
Jia Lian suddenly frowned.
Princess Zhaoyang glanced at Jia Lian and continued: "Speaking of which, I took the initiative to fight for this matter.
My father originally didn't want me to marry far away for the sake of the Queen Mother.
But I told my father that I could convince the Queen Mother, and then my father agreed to the marriage."
Was it proactive?
Jia Lian raised his head and looked at Princess Zhaoyang in surprise.
Princess Zhaoyang raised her head, seemingly seeing through Jia Lian's doubts, and said with a spring-like smile: "I know the general will find it strange.
Yesterday my brother also asked me why.
I told him at that time that this was the mission that a daughter of her father should undertake.
But this is not what I really think."
After saying that, Princess Zhaoyang looked straight at Jia Lian and asked with a smile: "General, are you curious, what is the real thought in my heart?"
Jia Lian was indeed confused. Theoretically, as a princess, getting married would definitely be a bumpy road.
Because of cultural differences, people who marry far away from a foreign race rarely get a happy ending.
Seeing the strange look in Princess Zhaoyang's eyes, Jia Lian knew that he shouldn't express anything, but at this time, he couldn't help but asked cooperatively: "What is it?"
Princess Zhaoyang laughed. She looked at Jia Lian and smiled confidently and freely: "Since you can't marry the person you want to marry, what difference does it make to who you marry?
At least, if we can get married, we can be considered as sharing our worries for our country and our father.