The King of Fujian choked on his saliva and coughed violently: "You, are you kidding me?"
The dignified Princess of Fujian, even if she wants to go to the vassal land, she has to go to Fujian with him. What will it be like to go to Shu! Rumor has it that he, the King of Fujian, wants to lose his face!
Yin Xiaoxiao glared over: "I'm not joking! I'm serious about everything I say!"
The couple looked at each other for a moment.
Yin Xiaoxiao lost her temper first and kicked him angrily: "Why did I marry you back then!"
The King of Fujian immediately became unhappy: "What do you mean by that? After we got married, I have always been very respectful to you, which can be called obedient. What's wrong with marrying me?"
Yin Xiaoxiao snorted softly: "You used to be a prince, but now you are a vassal king. You are trapped in the capital all day long, wandering between the courts, scheming and thinking all the time. It even makes me live a miserable life. How can I get better?
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"If I marry a husband with a more ordinary family background, I can go to Shu with my husband like Sister Lin. I can stay with the mountain chiefs, my classmates and friends, open an academy and become a master, or
It’s to follow Mr. Lian into the army camp and be the instructor! It will be much happier than now!”
The more Yin Xiaoxiao spoke, the faster he spoke, and the more he spoke, the more annoyed he became.
King Min was a little angry and unhappy at first, but when he saw Yin Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, the softest part of his heart seemed to be severely pinched.
Yes! What he is doing secretly is extremely treasonous... If he succeeds, Yin Xiaoxiao will become the most noble woman in the world. But once things are revealed, Yin Xiaoxiao, the Princess of Fujian, will also be implicated!
No matter what, it is far from the leisurely and happy life that Yin Xiaoxiao longs for.
The King of Fujian suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yin Xiaoxiao forcefully.
Yin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment when he was hugged. He wanted to push King Min away, but he hugged him tighter.
"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry." King Min's voice was hoarse and he made a pun: "If you marry me, you can only live and die with me..."
Yin Xiaoxiao felt some inexplicable panic in her heart, and opened her mouth to interrupt the King of Fujian: "It's so unlucky to say anything about life and death. Don't say it."
The King of Min didn't say anything anymore, and held her tighter in silence.
Yin Xiaoxiao was held tightly in his arms and could not raise her head to see his expression clearly. Otherwise, she would have noticed something strange.
Those deep eyes shone with a cold light and desperate determination.
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Ningxia Prince's Mansion.
"The weather is getting colder, so I personally packed thick clothes for His Highness." Li Xiangru sat on a chair and ordered softly: "You send these clothes to Your Highness. You also have some food. You can send them too."
In addition, there is a thick letter.
Every five days, Li Xiangru would send someone back to the imperial mausoleum to deliver letters, food and clothes.
The King of Ningxia accepted everything, but he never said a word, not even a message.
Li Xiang was thirsty for his husband, and the letters he wrote became thicker and thicker. However, his person became thinner and thinner. His originally dignified and beautiful face was now haggard and thin, and he no longer had the charm of the past.
The guards respectfully accepted the order and retired.
Li Xiangru then sighed quietly: "I don't know how your highness is doing now."
Bitao, who was standing aside, felt sorry for her master and comforted her in a low voice: "Your Highness has a strong mind and will be able to hold on. On the other hand, the princess eats very little three meals a day. If this continues, there is no way she can hold on."
"His Highness will have to guard the imperial mausoleum for three years before he can return. The princess must take good care of herself. Otherwise, when His Highness comes back, he will see that the princess is as skinny as a stick, and I don't know how distressed he will be."
These last few sentences were purely meant to coax Li Xiangru.
If the king of Ningxia really cared about his wife, he should have sent someone to deliver the letter long ago.
Li Xiangru was easily comforted by these words, with a smile on his face: "You are right. Ask the kitchen to send some food over. I am indeed a little hungry."
Bi Tao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a busy smile.
When the bird's nest was brought to the table, Li Xiangru slowly stammered while Bitao amused his master with the latest rumors outside the house: "Today, I heard something new."
"I heard that His Highness the King of Shu invited Mr. Lian to be the commander-in-chief of the garrison. He also went out of his way to submit a memorial. The imperial censors in the court all submitted memorials to impeach him. The Lian family was laughed at wherever they went."
"This matter has spread like wildfire and everyone knows about it. Even the people in the streets are gossiping about it. They all say that His Highness the King of Shu is acting ridiculously!"
Li Xiangru was no longer qualified to visit the palace to pay respects. The news was much less accessible than before.
Hearing "interesting things" about Shu from the maid today, Li Xiangru's gloomy mood indeed improved, and he laughed: "This King of Shu has never done anything ridiculous. He used to dress up as a woman and go to the academy to study. He is the only one."
He would do something like inviting Mr. Lian to join the army camp as the chief instructor."
Although Li Xiangru is a woman, she has no idea that men and women should be equal. In her opinion, men are inherently superior to women. No matter how outstanding a woman is, she has to depend on men for her life.
Gu Shanchang, who has never married, is an anomaly among women, and Lian Fuzi, who is outstanding in military skills and willing to enter the military camp, is even more anomalies.
If you don't want to do anything bad, why bother hanging out with a bunch of rough guys in the army? What kind of reputation will you have in the future? Even if you don't want to get married, you should take the reputation of the Lian family into consideration!
The master and the servant talked and laughed about the matter, and their moods improved.
…
Xie Jun, the father-in-law, also suffered a lot from the ridiculous things caused by the King of Shu.
No matter where he went, someone would make clear and meaningful hints: "As the Minister of Rites, Mr. Xie is very familiar with the word 'ritual'. He should also be able to persuade His Majesty the King of Shu."
"Yes! It is really inappropriate for a woman to enter the military camp. This is a worrying example!"
"As the father-in-law of His Royal Highness the King of Shu, Mr. Xie, he has both glory and loss. At this time, we cannot just sit idly by and ignore him!"
Later, the Minister of Rites also went to Xie Jun for a long and sincere talk: "...You are the father-in-law of the King of Shu and a serious minister of the Ministry of Rites. It is up to you to speak out on this matter. It is really inconvenient to talk to His Highness.
Frankly speaking, writing a letter from the Feng family to the Princess of Shu is the same."
Xie Jun agreed generously to his face, but when he turned around, he was so worried that a lot of his hair fell out.
Others think that the King of Shu listens to the Princess of Shu, and since the Princess of Shu is his biological daughter, he naturally has to listen to her. The former is true, but the latter is open to question...
In fact, he almost never has the upper hand in father-daughter battles.
Xie Jun had a headache at the thought of writing such a letter home to his daughter. However, his boss directly told him not to write it!
Xie Jun stayed up all night in the study, repeatedly considering the words and revising the letter home. He had to write it seven or eight times before he finished the letter. When he fell asleep that night, another handful of hair fell on the pillow.
The baldness crisis of middle-aged men is approaching quietly.
