Mu Yun'an was already surprised when he heard what he said. Anyone who can be favored by Xiao Chengyi must have gone through careful consideration, otherwise Xiao Chengyi would not give up the position of Prime Minister.
She smiled and flattered him: "Brother Yi seems to be a person who does great things. Mr. Wen does seem to be a bit extraordinary. He is well-named. He speaks like a gentleman and is as gentle as jade. He really deserves his name."
From the time Wen Qiyu came in to the time he left, it was obvious that he was well-spoken and well-educated. He was indeed a rare talent.
Xiao Chengyi couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he heard her praise Wen Qiyu. He put his arm around Mu Yunan's waist and said in a domineering tone: "Are you sure you want to praise other men in front of me, huh?"
He raised the last note, which conveyed a somewhat dangerous meaning.
Mu Yun'an trembled, she blinked and looked at Xiao Chengyi and said with a smile: "Are you jealous like this?"
She put her arms around Xiao Chengyi's neck and said softly to him: "I'm not praising Wen Qiyu, but I'm praising my brother Yi for his good taste."
Xiao Chengyi laughed. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. After struggling with her for a while, he let her go. He said in a low voice: "Call me husband."
Mu Yun'an was confused, as if he had been bewitched by him, and called in a soft voice: "Husband."
The sound of "husband" made Xiao Chengyi's mind stir, and he thought of his previous life again in a daze.
In those countless dreams, what lingered in his ears was Yan Yan's slightly crying voice, calling him husband over and over again, making him completely immersed in it, and he didn't even want to wake up.
Now, this dream has finally become a reality.
...
Because Mu Yunan was homesick, Xiao Chengyi did not intend to stay, so he went to see Duan Qingli early the next morning and proposed returning to Beijing.
Duan Qingli asked in surprise: "You don't want to leave until Mo'er ascends the throne?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "Yan Yan has been away from home for too long and I miss her very much. I want to take her back as soon as possible."
Duan Qingli was really envious when she heard this. She smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will regret it after you leave?"
Xiao Chengyi shrugged: "Your Majesty, can you give it a try?"
The corners of Duan Qingli's lips twitched, she shook her head and said: "In that case, I won't stay any longer. I have already asked Ru'er about the marriage, and she has agreed. It will be arranged after Mo'er ascends the throne. You
You can rest assured.”
Xiao Chengyi nodded and said: "One more thing, I have taken a fancy to a minister in your Majesty's court, and I would like to ask your Majesty to give up his love to me."
Duan Qingli was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "I wonder which minister can win the favor of the regent?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "It's Mr. Wen Qiyu, a first-class minister."
Duan Qingli's expression froze when she heard Wen Qiyu's name. After a while, she said: "We only have such a talented minister in southern Xinjiang, and the prince will not let him go?"
She also loves talents, so she promoted Wen Qiyu to the position of minister at a young age, but she didn't expect that Xiao Chengyi would fall in love with him.
There are not many talented courtiers in Southern Xinjiang, most of them are pedantic and useless people. In the past, because there was a Gu King in Southern Xinjiang, there was no need for those ministers to bother.
Now that the Gu Palace no longer exists, it is extremely difficult to count on them.
Xiao Chengyi said: "I am also a person who loves talents. If Wen Qiyu stays in Southern Xinjiang, he is overqualified and underutilized. I brought him to Nanyue and granted him the position of prime minister for the good of Southern Xinjiang. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Duan Qingli was shocked: "You want to grant him the position of prime minister?"