The man sitting on the seat said coldly, Feng Canglun raised his head, and on the dragon couch, there was a man in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a bright yellow crown on his head, and the twelve strings of pearls hanging down slightly reflected the light.
"Father, this is the child's favorite person. Xun'er is a folk woman. The child wants to make her his concubine, and hopes that the father will make it happen."
Feng Canglun said calmly, Qianxun was startled. She was obviously a princess, how could she become a folk woman?
Oh, I remembered, she was the princess of Zhou, a princess of an enemy country, how could she marry Feng Canglun so smoothly? It would have been better if Prince Qing had not taken him as a hostage, how could he expect a big wedding?
"People's daughter Li Xun'er, please grant me your permission!"[
Qianxun also said calmly, King Qing's eyes flickered, Feng Canglun couldn't see the face clearly, he could only see the slightly swaying bead curtain.
"Raise your head and let me see what kind of trouble has confused my Wu'er."
Hearing Qing Wang's words, Qianxun slowly raised his eyes, and a stunning face slowly came into Qing Wang's eyes. He couldn't help but be startled. Sure enough, such a stunningly beautiful woman with extraordinary temperament,
The eyes are striking, not as aura as Xiaojiabiyu, but a little more grand.
"Okay, she does have a troublesome face, but Lun'er, an ordinary woman among the people, how can she become Lun'er's imperial concubine?"
King Qing smiled coldly, reached out to hold the white jade wine bottle, took a sip gently, looked at Qianxun coldly and said.
"Father, although Xun'er is a common woman, she is an extraordinary person. I hope my father can agree to this marriage." Feng Canglun was angry in his heart, but because he was his father, he did not get angry.
Feng Canglun never thought that King Qing would not allow him to marry Qianxun.
After all, he had never treated him as a son before.
Life or death is up to him, but now, he is taking charge of his marriage to the imperial concubine?
Anger boiled in his chest, Feng Canglun's face darkened, and he looked at the man he had not seen for eleven years.
This man, his father, is now as indifferent as looking at a stranger. No wonder Feng Canglun doesn't like to return to his country.
"How can a commoner woman be my royal wife? What virtues and abilities does she have? Tell me!"
King Qing smiled coldly. He had to admit that Qianxun was indeed good-looking, but how could a generation of emperors let their son marry a powerless woman?