My historian is dying every day

Chapter 109 [What the hell is being an in-law?]

Qi Yu rested his right hand on the armrest of the dragon chair, and fixed his eyes on the King of Korea.

He was smiling, very calm and peaceful.

But right now he really wants to tear off the beaded belt around his waist and strangle the Goryeo King, or break off the handle of the animal head of the dragon chair and knock the Goryeo King to death, or take the bronze chime bell under the hall and smash the Goryeo King to death , or let Li Gengnian, who was squatting on the beam above his head, jump down and stab the King of Korea to death...

However, no.

Qi Yu took a deep breath slowly, and silently recited in his mind "close all the evil doors, and show the world the right path to Nirvana", only then did he hold back the 1 urges to use the iron horse of the dynasty to level Goryeo .

Finally, he squeezed the fist between his knees, all the veins subsided one by one, and said slowly: "My lord, are you sure that you want Lord Wen's third son?"

Wen Jiuling fell down in a daze and was supported by his subordinate Xu Duancheng.

"Poetry, Emperor Shang." The king of Gaoli didn't feel it at all, just smiled and nodded, and turned around and took Wen Jiuling's hand and said happily: "Just the poems are dripping three geese papers, the old one! The stupid king wants to make a clear frame with Ni !"

Wen Yanzhi behind Qi Yu looked at his father in shock: "...?!!" Father, what's going on?

——Didn’t it mean that I have nothing to worry about?

——What the hell is this in-law?

And Father Wen doesn't necessarily know much more than him. At this time, he felt like being struck by thunder, leaning against Xu Duancheng, looking at his son with red eyes, and then slowly turned his head to the King of Korea. , Cang Ran forced a smile and said: "...My lord, why?"

——Why do you, Monarch, either rob my son's man or rob my son with my son's man?

——My lord, why do you have trouble with my son?

——If you are so casual, aren’t you afraid of diplomatic accidents? !

King Gaoli was quite satisfied seeing Wen Jiuling still smiling, his old face was wrinkled and he said happily: "It's okay, Ni is also a star, right? The stupid king Ting Shuo is also a star after dropping poems!" He pointed to the hall and kept bowing his head. Kneeling Princess Shoushan laughed: "Stupid King Dilu Goose Shuo, Nidi Sangezhi seized Tadi's life! Tadi invites you to continue!"

There was a "plop" sound immediately behind Qi Yu, and Wen Yanzhi's face turned pale and he fell to the ground.

"Wen..." Qi Yu was about to stand up to help Wen Yanzhi in a hurry, but Zhou Fu held him firmly and shook his head, gritted his teeth, "Your Majesty, no!" The surrounding eunuchs quickly surrounded him to help Wen Yanzhi, Wen Jiuling's heart was about to break, and he rushed to the palace no matter what.

Xu Duancheng quickly grabbed him and shouted in a low voice: "My lord, this is the main hall!"

Wen Jiuling was stopped and stopped, staring at Yao'er in a daze, tears filled her eyelashes instantly.

The king of Goryeo, who had no idea, was frightened immediately: "...Nikusha? Old, Niqiku." He hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and greeted Wen Jiuling: "Biqijiu, stupid! The king is the most rebellious and bitter! He is so flamboyant and arrogant, alas, if he fights with the stupid king, it will be like a star!"

These words made Wen Jiuling hold back even a cry in his throat, he just pushed away the hand of King Gaoli and said with difficulty: "My lord, it's not..."

"Your Majesty!" the little eunuch supporting Wen Yanzhi suddenly said, "Wen Sheren has passed out!" Two other people rushed to ask for the imperial physician, and immediately all the officials of the Ministry of Rites, Honglu Temple, and Korean envoys in the first hall looked at each other in dismay. We whispered to each other, and life was discussed noisyly.

"...The Sheren is Third Young Master Wen." "Body..." "What's going on..." "Princess..."

As soon as Qi Yu broke away from Zhou Fu, he stood up, turned around and walked to Wen Yanzhi's side in two steps, bent over and hugged him and shook: "Wen Yanzhi, wake up! Wen Yanzhi!"

At this time, the monarch of Gaoli really didn't understand what these people from the Central Plains were doing. He looked over to Qi Yu for no reason, and pulled Wen Jiuling's sleeve and asked, "Jiuan, is it swollen? Is the tax faint?"

"..." Wen Jiuling finally shook his sleeves angrily, and glared at the King of Korea angrily: "Whoever is, that's my son! My third son! Didn't the King want him to be a son-in-law? Nobody knows what kind of son-in-law the King is going to be." !” As he spoke, gasping for breath and choking with heartache, he rushed to Qi Yu’s side with his robe in his hand, “Your Majesty, woo… what’s wrong with my son? I only drank half a bowl and haven't eaten breakfast..."

Qi Yu felt as if he had stepped on thousands of horses and horses on top of his head, the back of his head was tied by a muscle in his chest, and he looked down at Wen Yanzhi's pale face and closed eyes, listening to Wen Jiuling's nagging crying and all the officials in the palace. The voice of the bubbling discussion seemed to be thrown on the battlefield of hissing and screaming.

Noisy.

The noise made him dizzy.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gritted his teeth coldly and said softly, "Shut up all of them!"

Immediately, the voices of people around stopped, and they all cringed and bowed down.

At this time, a quiet and beautiful female voice came from the side: "...the imperial merchant is blessed, can you tolerate a daughter...can you be worthy of the third son?"

Qi Yu frowned and turned around, only to see that Princess Shoushan, who was kneeling in the palace, also rushed up to the palace at some point, and was blocked by the imperial guards on the imperial steps. A pair of eyes blinked, only Qi Yu blocked Wen Yanzhi's face.

There were faint veins on Qi Yu's forehead, his brows were heavy, and he said coldly: "Master of Koryo, this is the rule of your Princess Koryo? Is there no law of the king or no rules of etiquette in this hall, how can she be allowed to run around? Get close in silence , is she trying to assassinate me?"

"Come here," he said coldly, "take Shoushan down for me."

"Invitation! Emperor Shang!" The Goryeo monarch knelt down with a plop.

All of a sudden, the officials in the palace made a mess and made a lot of noise.

The guards of the Korean envoys were about to drag Princess Shoushan back, but before she got close, Princess Shoushan suddenly tore off the snow veil under the corolla under the siege of the imperial guards, stepped on her feet and looked eagerly into Qi Yu's arms. For a moment on the face, a pair of beautiful black eyebrows clustered on the cinnabar beauty spot on the center of the eyebrows, the eyes failed, and the expression was blank for a moment.

In the chaos of people's voices, she turned her body and took a step back, her petite body trembled, her red eyes looked in Wen Yanzhi's direction, she shook her head in disbelief, almost crying: "Ani...Ani ...nothing..."

Qi Yu heard the Korean dialect, frowned and asked Wen Jiuling: "Miss Wen, what did she say?"

Wen Jiuling wiped his tears and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that she seemed to say no, and why..."

The imperial guards had already stepped forward and surrounded Princess Shoushan to the corner of the hall. The imperial physician happened to be rushed over by the little eunuch, and the two guards carried Wen Yanzhi to the side hall. The pilgrimage meeting was so chaotic that it was impossible to pretend go down.

Qi Yu waved his hand angrily and dismissed the courtiers, leaving only the Goryeo monarch and a few Goryeo envoys surrounded by the Imperial Army, and Wen Jiuling was mentioned, and they went to the side hall together.

"Emperor doctor, how is it?" Qi Yu went to the Arhat's couch placed by Wen Yanzhi as soon as he entered the side hall.

The imperial doctor checked the pulse and raised his hand to pinch Wen Yan's renzhong and thenar, "Mr. Wen, this is due to lack of qi and blood supply after eating less, and stagnant stomach qi, leading to temporary fainting. Your Majesty, don't worry."

While talking, Wen Yanzhi frowned in pain, and slowly woke up.He opened his eyes for a while, then suddenly had a nausea and covered his mouth. The little eunuch at the side hurriedly offered the handkerchief, Wen Yanzhi pulled the handkerchief weakly, and suddenly coughed out a small mouthful of undigested shortbread.

It was only then that he finally let out a sigh of relief, and looked around dizzily.

The little eunuch took the dirty handkerchief, Qi Yuning raised his eyebrows and waved away the imperial physician, and then sat on the edge of the arhat's couch in Laopao and looked at him: "This is the side hall of Zichen, are you better? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Wen Yanzhi shook his head heavily, leaning on the corner of the couch and asked in a low voice: "Is father okay?"

Wen Jiuling wiped away tears from behind, "For my father, the youngest, for my father..."

Seeing that his father was not dizzy, Wen Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Father is fine... what happened to the king of Korea and the princess outside...? Father, why did they want their son to be a son-in-law? The son has never met Princess Shoushan, so why not?" What kind of life-saving grace are you talking about, a promise with your body?"

"Being a father, why do you know!" Wen Jiuling cried and shook his head, "If you know that he has already rejected you, how can you let them come to the hall and make you faint!"

Qi Yu also felt quite a headache, and asked with a frown, "Wen Yanzhi, have you really never seen Shoushan? She just saw you fainted, but she seemed to be eager to describe it. She dared to break into the throne. That life-saving grace doesn't seem like nonsense." .”

Wen Yanzhi raised his hand inexplicably and shook it, and said in a low voice: "I have never rescued a girl of the Xian nationality, so it is impossible."

Qi Yu pondered for a while, then asked Wen Jiuling, "What does Princess Shoushan mean when she said 'no' just now?"

Wen Jiuling thought for a while, "Your Majesty, why don't you call Princess Shoushan into the palace and ask her personally?"

——This is also the fastest way.Qi Yu sighed, and ordered someone to bring the King of Korea and Princess Shoushan in.

After a while, the King of Korea and Princess Shoushan were sent in by a line of guards respectfully, and the father and daughter knelt down obediently.

Qi Yu waved back the idle guards, Li Gengnian descended from the beam and ordered a group of hidden guards to guard the doors and windows of the hall, and stood beside Qi Yu himself.

Qi Yu lowered his eyes and stared coldly at Princess Shoushan who was behind the King of Korea, and said majesticly: "Princess Shoushan, tell me, what's going on?"

Princess Shoushan kowtowed, leaned on the ground with her shoulders trembling slightly, and said in a deep trembling voice: "Imperial Merchant, I have misunderstood the daughter-in-law, I invite you to take a picture, and I will give you a son."

"...No?" Qi Yu was taken aback for a moment, and finally relaxed his brows, "...So, the son-in-law you want isn't Lord Wen's Third Young Master?"

"Putting poems!" The monarch of Gaoli interrupted suddenly.

Princess Shoushan leaned on the ground and turned her head to stare at him, gritted her teeth and said, "Aboji! Ani!"

The king of Gaoli looked at his daughter with hatred for being weak, and sternly drank a few words of Korean dialect. The father and daughter actually knelt on the ground, arguing back and forth in front of Qi Yu, the king of the country. The arguments get louder.

Wen Jiuling frowned and became even more dazed when he heard it. Qi Yu's head was muddled and his ears were singing birds. He just wanted to find out what kind of drama this Goryeo was singing, so he raised his hand to pat Old Wen and said, "Master Wen, explain the story to me." ,what did they say?"

Only then did Wen Jiuling come to his senses, and he briefly translated the words of Gao Li's father and daughter: "Your Majesty, what they said roughly said that four years ago someone rescued the princess outside Lingjue Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. Yanzhi, after four years of longing, finally poured out his heart to his father, hoping to marry that man. The king thought that the man was Yanzhi, the son of a minister, so he was naturally very happy and readily agreed, so he wanted to bring the princess to my court, and wanted to facilitate a marriage. Good story, who would have imagined..."

"I came to see you, and the princess found out that Wen Yanzhi is not the person she is looking for?" Qi Yu continued, unable to help but be a little bit dumbfounded, "Then the King of Korea said that Wen Yanzhi is that person, what does this mean?"

Wen Jiuling sighed and explained: "Your Majesty, there are few heirs in the royal family of Koryo, especially the princes and daughters. The situation of the country of Koryo is different from that of our dynasty. The royal family relies on the support of the family, and the clan and mistress of the family are not negotiated by the prince. It all depends on the support and win-over of the princess who has the responsibility of the mistress. Princess Shoushan’s elder sister, Princess Shouchang, died three years ago. There are many heirs, and the old king hopes to keep the princess, and he does not want the princess to marry far away to make peace with other countries. Instead, he hopes that there will be important ministers or people of insight from our dynasty to accompany the princess to Goryeo."

"——Firstly, I can get the support of my court, and secondly, I can also contribute to her Goryeo." Qi Yu nodded, looked back at Wen Yanyi, and sighed, "So the monarch intuitively feels that Wen Yan has a wealth in his belly, and his family is prosperous. , is the best choice, to catch up with this coincidence, I am afraid that Wen Yanzhi will not be his daughter's savior, so I insist on saying yes."

Wen Yanzhi nodded with a sigh, and Su Rong, the monarch of Koryo, knelt down in the hall, and also sighed, "The life of the emperor is cheap."

"...What did you say?" Qi Yu frowned.

Wen Jiuling hurriedly stood in the middle: "Your Majesty, he said 'the Emperor's Mingjian', which is Mingjian."

Only then did Qi Yu hold back, and asked with a smothered tone in his throat: "Speaking of which... Monarch, who taught your official language? Could it be Mr. Wen?"

The monarch of Gaoli quickly waved his hand, "Give alms, don't teach the stupid king the old one, and the Emperor Poetry Merchant is stationed in Gaoli to teach the stupid king Master Feng."

"..." Qi Yu thought for a while.

Mr. Feng, the embassy of Korea... seems to be from Kansai...

No wonder the accent of the Goryeo monarch has such a mellow Kansai flavor.

——The monarch really took great pains to learn the official dialect.

Qi Yu didn't know what to say for a moment.

"...Wait," behind him, Wen Yanzhi stared at Princess Shoushan who was kneeling under the hall for a long while, then suddenly sat up straight from the Arhat couch and said, "Princess, can I look up and see you?"

Qi Yu's heart turned cold when he heard the words, and he turned to look at him: "Why, Wen Yanzhi, do you really know her?"

——Princess Shoushan even said that she doesn't know you anymore, idiot!

——Do you really want to go to Korea to be a concubine?

Princess Shoushan in the hall raised her face sadly, her eyes met Wen Yanzhi's inexplicably, "Third Young Master?"

Wen Yanzhi on the Arhat couch looked at the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and after a while, patted the soft pillow with his right hand, and said with a smile, "Qi Yu, I know who the princess is looking for."

Qi Yu frowned: "Who is it?"

"...This is really a natural creation, infinite and infinite." Wen Yanzhi looked into Qi Yu's eyes in a blink of an eye, and said in disbelief: "You should quickly announce Brother Gong to the palace. This Princess Shoushan is Brother Gong's young son."