"It's not that I'm unwilling, but I'm very willing." Fu Siji looked at Xiahou Yazou and said, "Gongguo is rich in handsome men and beauties. The first time I saw you, Mr. Xiahou, I was extremely surprised.
I didn’t expect that your Excellency would have such a beautiful and beautiful princess disciple. According to Mr. Xiahou, can this king be able to penetrate the princess’s eyes?”
Understanding what Fu Siji meant, Xiahou Yazou picked up the jug in front of him and poured himself a glass of wine, but he had no intention of drinking: "I think Emperor Zhan is not happy."
Xiahou Yazuo knew in his heart that Emperor Zhan would never let King Pingyang marry Xia Houran. Not to mention whether it was in line with etiquette for the prince of Feng State to enter Gongguo's harem, if King Pingyang became the husband of Gongguo's next emperor,
Son-in-law, he will definitely have the military power of Gongguo. With Gongguo's help, Emperor Zhan will not be able to stop King Pingyang's ambition.
"If the princess wants me, if she speaks in person, Emperor Zhan will not refuse." Fu Siji raised the corners of his lips. He has always been very confident in his appearance. He is different from Xiahou Yazou.
, he is not the kind of evil charmer who is neither male nor female, he is the kind of iron-blooded man who has led soldiers and fought on the battlefield. He is handsome and handsome, and has always been very popular with women, so he believes that as long as he spends more time,
With a little thought, there is no problem in getting married to Xia Houran.
As long as Xiahou Yazou is not a stumbling block for him.
"Ranluo is not only my apprentice, but also Princess Ruilin of Gongguo, and also my future wife. Although Gongguo respects women, she will ascend to the throne in the future, and there will be many men in the harem, but do you think
Will I, the royal husband, easily agree to your request?" Xiahou Yazhuo stretched out his hand and gently picked up the lid of the jug, then poured in the glass of wine he poured out just now, "Your Highness also knows that I am not only
You are good at martial arts and mysticism. Poison like yours is worthless in my eyes. If you want to poison me to control me and help you, you still need to put more effort into it."
When Fu Siji heard this, his eagle eyes shrank, but the next moment he quickly restrained his murderous intent and continued to smile: "Master Xiahou is worrying too much, this wine... is not for you. I am a person like this."
He just likes to drink poisonous wine."
As if he was deliberately proving his words, Fu Siji filled himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
Looking at Fu Siji who had drunk the wine, Xiahou Yazou knew in his heart that he must have the antidote to be so unscrupulous, so he didn't stop it. He asked the maid to fill a bowl of white porridge and started eating it with side dishes.
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Fu Siji continued to drink and did not continue the topic: "I have asked people to prepare a comfortable carriage. Let's set off after lunch. If everything goes well, it will only take seven days to reach the imperial capital. And I will arrive early this morning.
A letter has also been prepared and sent to the palace as quickly as possible. Presumably, by the day we arrive, there will be a banquet in the palace to entertain Mr. Xiahou and the princess."
"You can leave all this to His Highness, but I still want to advise His Highness that it is better not to focus on Ran Luo." Putting down the spoon in his hand, Xiahou Yazuo glanced at Fu Siji with a smile on his face.
After saying that, he got up from the chair and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I will go back to my room to rest first."
"Then...please give my regards to the princess." Xiahou Yazuo's words seemed to Fu Siji to be showing off, but he could not deny that if Xiahou Ranluo ascended the throne, the choice of the emperor's husband would indeed not be Xiahou Yazuo.
After all, before he succeeded, he really couldn't offend Xiahou Yazuo.
Forbearance is something he has learned since he was a child.
