The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

The main seat of Penglai Palace is where the emperor and empress sit.

Xie Xuanchen had a harmless little white smile on his face. While greeting the civil and military officials attending the wedding banquet, he kept looking at the emperor's sister and the eldest princess's consort Yan Yang.

The gloom in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

Yes, get him drunk, get this damn brother-in-law drunk and to death so that they can't have a bridal chamber tonight!

however.

This was just the wishful thinking of the young emperor. The regent had a great capacity for drinking and drank ten glasses of high-concentration liquor with ulterior motives. He drank them all with dignity without turning red. A little bit, his eyes are still clear and he is not drunk at all.

"Your Majesty, be careful, the cup is broken."

As the emperor's teacher, Li Fan hurried forward and handed over an apricot-yellow handkerchief, "It didn't hurt the dragon's body."

Xie Xuanchen took the handkerchief, wiped his hands, and smiled like a perfect porcelain doll with a professional emperor's smile: "It's okay, this porcelain is too brittle, I accidentally crushed it, so please don't worry, Grand Master Li. "

After the Qiu Queen of Zhao Prison in Nangong Realm was beheaded, the title of Grand Master also fell on Li Fan.

Li Fan let out a heavy sigh: "In the end, let them get married. The combination of these two forces will make the situation your Majesty will face in the future even more severe."

Xie Xuanchen was very reluctant: "Teacher, do you have any good ideas?"

He was forced to marry a daughter of the Yan family whom he did not like and become his queen.

His favorite imperial sister married the head of the Yan family whom he hated the most!

Li Fan's eyes dimmed: "Yes, there is, but..."

"Just what?"

Xie Xuanchen immediately became excited, "Teacher, there is no need to worry, but there is nothing wrong with what you say."

Li Fan lowered his voice and leaned into the emperor's ear: "I went to Zhao Prison yesterday to visit Nangong Jie. He was scarred all over, unkempt, and his hair was completely white. He offered me a plan, but this plan might be harmful. Yin De——"

"Master, please tell me and let me listen!"

Now that the matter has come to this point, Xie Xuanchen can no longer control so much.

What kind of yin virtue is not yin virtue?

It doesn't matter whether the means are bright or fair.

Doesn't Yan Yang's method of massacring the Tan family and the Nangong family damage Yin's virtue? In the game of imperial power, only the results matter!

History books are written by the victors, and there is no question of right or wrong. Even if it is wrong, it can still be beautified.

"The old minister laid a secret chess piece more than 20 years ago, and now we can start to gradually close the net." Li Fan smiled strangely, "Moreover, Nangongjie has been having conflicts with Beiyu and Dongsang in recent years. Secret correspondence..."

The emperor and Zuo Pu shot away from Shangshu and whispered.

This is nothing unusual.

The dignitaries have long been accustomed to it.

Yan Renqing served his father with great dedication, serving tea, pouring water, giving medicine and wiping blood. He had been busy for an hour.

It was not until after the banquet that everyone ate and drank, and most of the banquet was eaten, that he had time to rest for a while.

He has little appetite.

I just sat down, filled up a bowl of potato soup, and drank it without knowing the taste.

He stared straight at the beautiful bride, with unconcealable obsession in his eyes.

Hope she can be happy.

A slightly sad smile appeared on Yan Renqing's lips. At least, what I saw today was that when the eldest princess and the regent came to get married, she sincerely said she was willing.

"Brother, alone? Have two drinks?"

A big hand suddenly patted his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.

Yan Renqing frowned.

When he raised his head, he saw Gao Yanchong, the left minister of the Ministry of War, walking over with two glasses of high-strength liquor and sitting down next to him carelessly, "You don't mind Gao sitting here."

Yan Renqing was silent, his brows furrowed deeper.

This is Tingxue's wedding banquet.

Even if he hated the Gao family, he couldn't turn against Gao Yanchong on the spot. If trouble breaks out, Tingxue will be disgraced.

"Don't be so cold, brother Renqing, we are old acquaintances after all."

Gao Yanchong laughed knowingly, and drank his glass of wine regardless of whether the other party annoyed him or not, "I'll do it first as a courtesy."

Yan Renqing said coldly: "I don't remember any old relationship with the prince."

If the Tan family is the left arm of Li Dang, then the Gao family is the right arm of Li Dang.

The Gao family has the title of uncle. The head of the Gao family worships the Minister of the Ministry of War. As the eldest son, Gao Yanchong is the left minister of the Ministry of War, which is equivalent to the modern deputy minister of national defense.

"Naturally there is."

Gao Yanchong's expression became meaningful, "Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion is the property of the Gao family. The owner of the pavilion is my father's apprentice. Ten years ago, I met Brother Renqing in the pavilion."

Yan Renqing's head exploded, and a nameless fire of hatred arose.

His humble origin is an eternal pain for him.

My mother's tragic death, a dark childhood full of beatings, endless drinking, serving guests who didn't want to play, never enough to eat, and never-ending training in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"It's such a pity. If it weren't for Mr. Yan, your right servant, your mother would not have suffered such a tragedy."

Gao Yanchong narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it happily, making a crunching sound.

Yan Renqing didn't want to hear what he said, so he stood up, turned around and left.

The brothel is an intelligence agency in another sense.

The most popular brothel, Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion, has been controlled by the Li Party for generations.

"Don't leave."

Gao Yanchong grabbed his sleeve and said, "There is something I want to discuss with you."

"Nothing is negotiable."

Yan Renqing threw off the sleeves of the young master of the Gao family and left with a dark face.

It's true that he hates his biological father.

But he also hated leaving the party.

*. *. *

The grand wedding banquet lasted all day.

The twilight is all around, and the setting sun melts gold.

Mu Tingxue had already returned to the wedding room of the eldest princess' mansion in a sedan chair. Also returning with her was her newlywed husband, Yan Yang.

The candle shadow shakes red.

Outside the window, there are winter birds, chirping gracefully and lingering.

Mu Tingxue listened to the chirping of the pair of birds. She didn't know why, but she felt an unconcealable warmth in her heart.

Although she and Yan Yang had had twin sons before, they were "born" in a dream. She had a car accident in modern times and was in a coma for seven days and nights. She had a dream of endless spring, in which she and a strong man whose face could not be seen clearly performed various actions in a dark cave...

Dreams and reality are different.

But now, they are already a married couple, and she should fulfill her marital obligations and consummate their marriage.

Yan Yang opened the bride's hijab and put his wife into his arms. Feeling her nervousness, he whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, my husband won't eat you...probably."