She had lived on the border for a long time, and her little memory of Zhao Yuanzhen only existed when she was young. Her father and brother never told her much about the trends in the DPRK, and she didn't care. She was more concerned about the endless military books.
The Art of War.
She had never had any contact with Zhao Yuanzhen while she was far away on the border, but she had heard a lot about the Nine Kings' Revolt against the Holy King even though she was far away in the border town.
From those few words, it is not difficult to see that the Holy King is a person who is difficult to approach, cannot be despised, and cannot be provoked.
Han Yulang did think so now, but now...
She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanzhen who was standing in front of her, talking nonsense and leaning closer with a smile on his lips. She fell into strange deep thought. Are the rumors scary, or is Zhao Yuanzhen the person more terrifying than the rumors? What is he doing...
Disguise?
"There are sugar paintings in front of you. General Han wants it..." Zhao Yuanzhen lowered his eyes to invite us to go with him.
"No, ministers in the army who are busy with military affairs cannot stay for too long. The Holy King can do what he wants." Han Yulang refused very skillfully, and the initial panic had long gone. She walked away as soon as she took a wrong step, leaving Zhao Yuanyuan standing alone.
Land.
He lowered his eyes helplessly, as if he was accustomed to Han Yulang's rejection.
Sure enough, those so-called romantic scholars' methods of talking about gentle ladies and gentlemen's lust don't work...
"Your Majesty, Marquis Xiwu would like to ask your Majesty to speak." Just as Zhao Yuanzhen was sighing silently, he saw a little eunuch running over and leaning over to say.
"..." Zhao Yuanzhen's remaining good mood was destroyed and disappeared. His thin lips pursed slightly, revealing a bit of coldness, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I don't want to see you."
Si Yirong visited Zhao Yuanzhen several times, but Zhao Yuanzhen never met him once. What else could he do to urgently ask to see Zhao Yuanzhen at this time?
For the sake of his precious daughter's concubine position, at first some people came back and said that the Holy King was still recuperating from his old injury. This matter would be discussed later. Si Yirong could only go back and wait. This wait and wait.
The queens and empresses in the palace all came with good news, and the Holy King showed no intention of marrying his concubine.
Si Yirong felt uneasy. After what happened, if the Holy King did not marry Si Qionglian, then...
Who else would dare to marry Si Qionglian with his status?
For the sake of his daughter, Si Yirong had to try his best to ask the Holy King to marry his concubine as soon as possible, and even went to the emperor to propose it many times. After all, Zhao Yuanzhen had promised this in the first place!
However, the Holy King didn’t say he wouldn’t marry, nor did he say when he would marry, so he just hung on.
Seeing that it was already a new year, Si Qionglian cried day and night, begging him to let her enter the Holy King's Palace. Si Yirong was heartbroken, so he took advantage of today's palace banquet to enter the palace again, and finally stopped her.
I got off the Holy King's carriage, but I still couldn't get any accurate words from the Holy King.
"Father, Father! Have you seen the Holy King?" Si Qionglian was looking forward to it at the Marquis Mansion. When he saw Si Yirong coming back, he couldn't wait to greet him.
"Lian'er..." Si Yirong looked at the thin and haggard daughter in front of him and sighed softly and said: "The Holy King can't avoid me. I'm afraid this marriage will..."
"No! Impossible!" A look of panic suddenly appeared on Si Qionglian's face, and he said in disbelief: "The Holy King's life was exchanged for his daughter's life! He promised to marry me! He promised!
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Si Yirong looked at the hoarse shouting in front of him, and Si Qionglian, who showed panic, shook his head and said: "You, what did my father say to you? Back then, you just stayed peacefully in the capital and waited to be welcomed into the Holy King's Mansion."<