After being given a marriage to a rival

Chapter 18

"Whoosh-"

The sharp arrow pierced the night sky and made a sharp clang in the air.

Yan Jing and Cong Ying stood side by side outside the martial arts arena with their sleeves up and Cong Ying's with their swords in their arms, looking at Yuan Li, who was shooting every arrow in the arena.

Yan Jing: "Are there a hundred arrows?"

Cong Ying: "180 one, it will be two hundred soon."

"In your opinion, when will His Highness shoot this arrow?"

"If you don't have three hundred, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop. When His Highness encounters troubles, he likes to go to the martial arts field to shoot arrows. He has been like this since he was a child."

"Ugh."

Yan Jing looked at the night sky and sighed leisurely.

Cong Ying was still concentrating on counting the number of arrows.

Yan Jing suddenly asked: "Is there no news about the Xiyue that His Highness asked you to find? It's been a year."

Cong Ying shook her head: "No."

As he spoke, Fox asked, "Why did I suddenly think of asking this question?"

Yan Jing then sighed: "Isn't it because His Highness is so sad that it is difficult to solve. The fate is irresistible, and life will always pass. As servants, we can only find another way to relieve His Highness's worries. Your Highness has grown up so much, and he is so concerned about the affairs of men and women. I have always been indifferent, and I finally met a sweet one, but I lost it. Are you in a hurry? If you can find that Xiyue, you can bring her to the mansion to be a side concubine after the wedding, and you can make up for it a little bit. Let your Highness hurt your heart."

Cong Ying also sighed: "Finding a needle in a haystack is not easy, if you can find it, you will have found it long ago."

Yan Jing gave him a white look: "I don't understand, Xiyue is different from other ones, the number is rare, and for a whole year, even if you check one by one according to the list, it should be found out, how can there be no news? It can't be that you didn't try your best."

When mentioning this matter, Cong Ying wanted to vomit bitterly: "My lord, you think it's so easy to find someone. Dajing has a vast territory, and no matter how rare the number is, I can't go door-to-door to check on people's homes. Yueba, especially in some remote areas, the household registration system is not perfect, and the government statistics are not accurate."

"Oh no, didn't your Highness meet in the north?"

"Being in the northern border does not mean that a person must be from the northern border. Didn't your highness also come from the imperial capital? It is also very likely that Xiyue followed his parents and relatives to the northern border to visit relatives, do errands, or go sightseeing in the mountains. Besides—”

"What's more?"

"Even His Highness himself said that Xiyue doesn't seem to come from the Northland."

Yan Jing was very curious: "Why? Did His Highness ask about his hometown?"

"No……"

"why?"

Cong Ying looked a little uncomfortable, and said: "It's nothing. You also know that His Highness has always been strict with himself, clean and self-respecting, even if he is drunk, he will never mark a rest month for no reason and do that Menglang thing. "

"Who said no."

Yan Jing has always wondered about this, and asked urgently: "Is there any other inside story?"

Cong Ying nodded: "Listen to your Highness, he drank too much wine at the time and planned to go to the stream near the camp to sober up, but just picked up a stone and sat down when he saw a person lying on the grass in front of him with trembling hands and feet His whole body was burning hot, and he looked very uncomfortable. His Highness thought that the soldiers in the camp were injured, and wanted to go closer to check, but the little Xiyue suddenly opened his eyes and threw His Highness down. clothes, and kept shouting—”

"Shout what?"

"Call... brother, help me."

"..."

"Cough." Cong Ying said with a hot face: "Your Highness said, the voice is very soft, waxy, crispy and sweet, like it can only be found in the south. Aren't the folk customs in the north rough. Therefore, Your Highness thinks that Xiyue is very Probably not from the Northlands."

"What then?"

"Later, His Highness suddenly smelled a sweet milky scent, and that little Xiyue's body was as hot as coals without any scars, so he realized belatedly that the little Xiyue's tide had come. But he didn't know how to relieve it, so he pestered His Highness to chew on it. Then, His Highness's letter incense was drawn out, and in the confusion...then, he marked him."

Yan Jing didn't expect such a thing to happen, and was quite shocked: "So, is it His Highness who Xi Yue first seduced?"

"It's not a temptation. Xiao Xiyue's consciousness during the tide is chaotic. To be precise, he used His Highness as a life-saving straw. If His Highness didn't take the initiative to mark at that time, then Xiao Xiyue's life would probably be lost."

"That's how it is."

Yan Jing sighed with emotion, and thoughtfully said: "This little Xiyue is really extraordinary."

Cong Ying was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

Yan Jing pointed at him with a smile, as if looking at elm lumps: "Think about it, although Xiao Xiyue initiated this matter, if His Highness does not respond, it will not succeed in the end. In recent years, the position of Donggong Kun has been vacant. Are there not many people who put their minds on His Highness? It’s not uncommon for His Highness to take the initiative to release the letter incense to attract His Highness’s attention. Has His Highness ever had a heart of compassion? Although the tide is on the verge of death, His Highness is not the kind This kind of reason is for those who cast marks casually, otherwise, when the moon tide breaks out all over the world, wouldn’t His Highness have to take the initiative to sacrifice without caring about food?”

"This little Xiyue still has His Highness's wish."

Yan Jing became more and more curious about what kind of person could melt the iceberg that was so towering as a cold palace in his highness.

Yan Jing sighed at one end, while at the other end, Yuan Li took the arrow and walked out of the martial arts arena holding the iron bow.The two tacitly shut up, one stepped forward to take the bow, and the other presented the scarf.

Yuan Li wiped his face expressionlessly, then walked towards the study with his sleeves folded.

Yan Jing hurriedly trotted to keep up.

Yuan Li frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's something urgent and needs to be decided by His Highness."

While talking, Yan Jing took out a slip from his sleeve: "This is the wedding procedure and details of the gift money drawn up by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, as well as the standard of the wedding dress. Your Highness needs to have a look at it first."

Yuan Li glanced at it briefly, only to feel that the lines of small gold-plated characters did not arouse his interest at all, so he looked back heavily, and said: "Such trivial things, you must be able to see it."

After speaking, he stepped up and left.

"Hey Your Highness."

Yuan Li's eyes were filled with coldness and impatience this time: "What else?"

Yan Jing was about to break out in cold sweat, but she still bit the bullet and asked: "About Xiao Shizi... oh, the concubine's residence arrangement, the servant has drawn up two, one is Chunhui Pavilion, which is closer to the main hall of His Highness, and the other is the east one. The Dongxi Pavilion, please Your Highness to decide."

"Dongxi Pavilion."

Yuan Li dropped the three words coldly, then pursed his lips and left.

"Hey this..."

Yan Jing bitterly looked at the gift list in her hand: "There is also a guest list for the wedding candy and fruit invitation. Here, how can I do this?"

Cong Ying set up the bow, floated over from behind, and said, "You are responsible for the usual New Year's exchanges between the left and the right, so you can just watch and do it. Look at His Highness who wants to kill people, how can he handle these things himself."

Yan Jing glared at him: "What do you know? This is a major marriage matter. I can handle trivial chores as a housekeeper. How can I make decisions on behalf of His Royal Highness for matters related to aesthetics?"

Cong Ying touched her chin: "I have an idea."

"Tell me, what's your idea?"

Cong Ying put his shoulders on his shoulders: "Look, you, the chief executive, have been with His Highness for so many years. Is there anyone who understands His Highness's aesthetics and preferences better than you? What you are not sure about now is nothing but the preferences of the young prince Changsheng." , Your Highness needs to make a decision on your behalf. Why don't you go directly to the other courtyard and ask the little prince's opinion, so that everything is in order? This big wedding is a matter between two people, like that wedding candy and happy fruit. Since His Highness doesn't want to bother, Let Xiao Shizi make the decision, and it will show that you respect the future princess."

Yan Jing nodded: "Your idea is not bad, I will go to another courtyard to ask tomorrow."

While the two were talking, the guard at the door suddenly rushed over and said, "Steward Yan, Commander Cong, Liu Qing, the prefect of Jingzhao Mansion, has come and said that there is something urgent to see His Highness."

"What did you say?"

"It seems that there is another murder case in the city."

The expressions of the two changed, and Cong Ying said: "The matter is of great importance, I will report to His Highness, and you will receive the Governor of Liu Fu."

Yan Jing sighed in her heart, one after another, it didn't stop, what kind of unfavorable years it is.

**

Because the wedding is approaching, Yun Yang doesn't have to go to the academy anymore.

I thought I could sleep in, but before dawn, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to visit, saying that they wanted to measure the princess's body and make a wedding dress.

Then Si Zao, Si Zhi, Si Zhen, Si Yao, Si She, etc. from the palace also came one after another, wishing to break Yun Yang into ten halves.

Tossing and tossing all morning passed.

Zhou Polu had just sent a large group of people away when Yan Jing came over again.

"Happy candy and fruit style?"

Yun Yang was resting his chin in one hand, sitting on the stone bench, catching bugs and playing boredly, when he heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want me to design this?"

"Natural nature."

Yan Jing laughed like a flower, enthusiastically spread out a large roll of paper on the stone table, pointed to it and said: "These are the styles sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs for reference, Xiaoshizi can choose whatever he likes. "

"After the big marriage, the little prince will be half the owner of the East Palace. The decorations and furnishings in the palace, what kind of bricks to lay on the floor, and what paintings to hang on the walls, of course, all have to be according to the little prince's preferences. "

Yun Yang scanned around and saw that they were all flowers and grass, which seemed boring, so he asked, "Can I draw it myself?"

"Draw it yourself?"

Yan Jing rubbed her hands excitedly: "Of course it would be better, but this design pattern is a very hard work, so don't worry too much, Xiaoshizi."

Yun Yang was full of enthusiasm: "Don't worry, it's just a sketch, it doesn't take much effort."

Yan Jing suddenly felt guilty.

Compared with the harsh and ruthless attitude of his highness, this sickly little prince seems to be full of excitement and anticipation for the big wedding three days later. He would rather stay sick than design the style of the wedding candy himself.

Even when Yan Jing left the other hospital, she was a little moved.

But when Yan Jing received the freshly baked drawings from the guards of the other courtyard in the afternoon, he was a little moved.

Yan Jing was holding a glazed mirror, pointing to the row of a dozen or so unknown creatures on the blueprint that looked a bit like but not quite like and asked his subordinates: "This is...?"

Subordinate: "Mao, caterpillar?"

Before Yan Jing was shocked, the guards of the other courtyard sent the second batch of drawings, saying that Xiao Shizi was in a good mood and inspired, so he worked tirelessly to design another copy.

Yan Jing tremblingly opened it to look.

This time, instead of a row of ten or so, there are two rows of eighteen.

Subordinate: "Guan, the eighteen generals of Kansai?"

Yan Jing: "..."

This little boy, he must have read too many picture books!

The author has something to say: The Ministry of Internal Affairs: Career has been severely challenged.

Yun Yang: A little bit.

Yuan Li: ...

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