forced to fall in love

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Lingxi looked at the pattern of auspicious clouds and auspicious cranes on the yellow silk brocade in his hand, and rubbed the center of his brows in a rare way.

When she accepted the original owner's long-cherished wish, she didn't say that there was another one.

On the first day of staying in Lu's residence, the gods did not find her, so they received the imperial decree of marriage first.

Lingxi searched for the memory of the original owner about Princess Guangling. She was the emperor's most cherished princess and the eldest of the emperor's children. After the unification of Datai, Guangling will be bestowed on her.

She has a strong personality and is very courageous in handling things. More importantly, the original owner's behavior before this was a bit biased towards the prime minister's faction, and the prime minister was just opposite to the princess, and the original owner was actually a daughter.

If found out, it must be a serious crime of deceiving the emperor.

Isn't this a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?

Marriage cannot be done.

Lingxi's eyes were dim, and he looked sideways at the lush greenery outside the window, feeling more and more heavy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Young master, it's a small one."

"Enter."

Hearing the sound, Chai Gao stepped in, turned back and closed the door, then handed her a wooden box with his hands up, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the Prime Minister's Mansion sent someone to bring you something."

Lingxi looked at the things in his hand and felt a bit chilly.

The more you want to avoid it, the more you bump into it.

"Did the man say anything?"

"No, just leave after delivering the things."

"Well, put the things on the table, you can go out."

"Yes."

Chai Gao carefully placed the wooden box on the table, walked out slowly, and closed the door for Lingxi.

Waiting for the footsteps to fade away, Lingxi raised his hand and took the wooden box. The wooden box was not heavy but delicate.

When she opened it, she could see a magnificent invitation card, which contained concern for knowing her injury a few days ago, and the most important thing was to invite her to attend the banquet at the Prime Minister's Mansion later.

That night, Lingxi didn't sleep peacefully all night.

……

Early the next morning, Lingxi changed into neat court clothes and went to court.

Zhao Cong sat on the dragon chair. From the very beginning, the court had been arguing over the recently seized prohibited weapons.

Specifically, it is the dispute between the imperial power faction and the prime minister faction.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the batch of prohibited weapons that were searched recently should be handled by Jing Zhaoyin Zhuang Bo. After all, it happened in the area under Jing Zhaoyin's jurisdiction." An official under the prime minister's faction stood up.

"Your Majesty, I think it is impossible. The remnants of the rebels have not been eradicated, and there may be something that can be done. This matter needs to be strictly investigated." The man paused, looked at Jingzhao Yin Zhuangbo with his head buried, and said: "Jing Zhao Yin has already committed the crime of dereliction of duty, and he needs to be dismissed for probation before he is released from the relationship, how can he be allowed to deal with this matter again."

"Your Majesty, it is precisely because of this that Jing Zhaoyin needs to prove his innocence!"

"..."

The court debated endlessly, and there was no result for a while, and she was not able to talk about this matter.

Lingxi lowered her head, her voice was ringing in her ears, but she was thinking about how to postpone the wedding date.

"Cough cough." Zhao Cong coughed twice, interrupting their argument: "Prince Gong, you think it can't be handed over to Jing Zhaoyin, so who should investigate this matter based on what you see?"

Prince Gong glanced at the prime minister who was standing opposite him, bowed his head and saluted, "Go back to the emperor, I think it needs to be investigated by Dali Temple."

As soon as this remark came out, the court was silent.

"What does the prime minister think?"

"Returning to the emperor, Dali Temple was originally responsible for major criminal and prison cases. Now that this matter is handed over to Dali Temple, it may affect the trial of other cases."

Zhao Cong was noncommittal, and asked again: "What do you think Li Cai, Minister of Dali Temple?"

The person standing in front of Lingxi took a step to the side: "Your Majesty, I don't think the prime minister's worries will happen. It is precisely because Dali Temple is in charge of major criminal and prison cases that it should be handed over to Dali Temple for trial."

Zhao Cong followed Li Cai and saw Lingxi standing behind him, and seemed to be probing: "Well, then Dali Temple Shaoqing Lu Mu, what do you think?"

Suddenly being named, Lingxi received everyone's attention one after another.

The consort who was married to the princess yesterday, today in the court hall, the emperor asked for his opinion by name, this subtle change was noticed by everyone.

Lingxi calmed down, stepped aside and bowed to salute: "I think this is a serious matter, and what you say are all reasonable. In the area under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Yin, if it is handed over to Dali Temple, it may involve exceeding authority, but this matter If it happens in the capital, if it is not handled properly, it may cause panic among the people. Therefore, I believe that the most urgent task is to first strengthen the patrol of the capital to prevent similar incidents from happening again, and secondly, where to hand it over for trial, I would like to follow the emperor's decision."

After Lingxi finished speaking, she seemed to have said it, but she didn't seem to say it.

Zhao Cong looked at her without speaking, the inquiry in his eyes flashed away, and then waved his hand to suppress it, deciding to discuss it tomorrow.

Lingxi came out in the early morning, and all the adults who were officials in the same dynasty congratulated her on the emperor's bestowal of marriage.

Consonance replied with a half-smile: "Congratulations."

At the gate of the palace, Lingxi was stopped by the prime minister's carriage, and deliberately told her about the banquet again.

"Prime Minister kindly, I will attend the meeting on time tomorrow."

Watching the prime minister's chariot and horses leave, Lingxi's fingertips tucked into the sleeves caressed the inner lining.

Turning around, Lingxi wandered through the streets and alleys of the capital for the reason of handling the case.

On the second day, Lingxi changed into casual clothes and went to the banquet at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Lord Lu is here, please come in."

Lingxi nodded slightly, and handed over the prepared gift.

"Oh, Mr. Lu is very polite, please write it down."

The housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion stood at the door to welcome the guests, and when he saw Lingxi, he stepped forward to greet her.

Lingxi was led in by the servant, and there were already many people inside.

Xu is the emperor's imperial decree for bestowing marriage. When many people saw Lingxi coming in, they gathered around to want to make friends with her.

"polite."

"Happy together."

Lingxi dealt with them, and then left from the crowd by changing clothes.

The decoration of the banquet was exquisite, or rather, the extravagance and extravagance were replaced by new ideas, which made it difficult to grasp.

Supplemented by bonsai flowers and plants, it is more like a bonsai tasting party.

There are many people coming and going in the atrium, and Lingxi carefully looks at them as he passes by, so as to find the god.

"Lord Lu, let me find it easier."

Consonance raised his eyes, it was Jing Zhao Yin Zhuang Bo.

"Master Zhuang."

"Why is Lord Lu here alone? Don't you like the excitement?"

"Master Zhuang, what's the rush to find the next official?"

"Haha, Mr. Lu is worrying too much. How can we disturb our interest at the banquet." Zhuang Bo approached, his voice lowered: "It's nothing more than today's matter. Mr. Zhuang wants to thank Mr. Lu."

"Master Zhuang is joking, you and I are officials in the same dynasty and serve the emperor together, not to mention such an important matter, the lower officials are naturally cautious in their words and dare not be biased."

Lingxi bent slightly, pulling the distance between the two imperceptibly.

Zhuang Bo seemed to want to say something, but a voice suddenly came from outside the mansion.

"Her Royal Highness, here!"

Everyone was shocked, and the standing people fell to the ground and knelt instantly.

Lingxi glanced at the door of the mansion, and then knelt down.

"See Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness is a thousand years old." Prime Minister Li came out to greet him.

"See Her Royal Highness, Your Highness is thousand years old."

The rest also leaned over and shouted.

"Please, Prime Minister, I have always heard about the banquet in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Today I have free time, so I went here." Zhao Qingsui paused as he spoke, his eyes glanced at the people lying on his back, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: " Prime Minister, please don't blame me for arriving before you say anything."

There was a slight smile in her voice, but the words she said were as strong as undeniable.

Lingxi lowered his head, inexplicably familiar with it, and moved his head slightly, trying to check through the gap of sight, but only halfway through the movement, he was suppressed by the ensuing sense of oppression.

Prime Minister Li just got up and then knelt down and said: "I am terrified, I dare not. It is my honor and the honor of the entire Prime Minister's House that Her Royal Highness Princess can come today."

"Prime Minister, don't be nervous, there is only a banquet today." Zhao Qingsui signaled: "Su Rui helped the Prime Minister get up, and please stand up, my lords."

"Yes." Su Rui bowed her head in response, and stepped forward to help the prime minister up.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness."

It was another neat sound.

"Su Rui, present the gift from the palace to the prime minister."

When Lingxi got up, the maid was holding up the exquisite wooden box in front of her, and was opening it for the prime minister to see, and this action just blocked the person Lingxi wanted to see.

Lingxi adjusted the angle slightly, trying to see through the gap, but the next second, after a few words of politeness, the prime minister ordered someone to take over the wooden box.

The obstacle suddenly disappeared, and Lingxi met Zhao Qingsui's casual gaze.

In an instant, images rushed to jump out of Lingxi's memory.

"...Then are we really destined?"

At that time, God told her like this.

Now Lingxi thinks that she may need to thank this so-called "fate".

The black pupils seem to be calm on the surface, but the inside is unfathomable, a deep pool of dark whirlpools, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance.

Consonance is immersed in it, let the coldness of the deep pool, the chaos of the vortex surround her, the light is dim, and the vision is blurred...

The maid named Su Rui behind Zhao Qingsui wanted to step forward when she saw this, but Zhuang Bo who was beside Lingxi grabbed her sleeve and gestured to her.

Lingxi suddenly bowed his head respectfully, leaving the control of this line of sight.

Zhao Qingsui raised her hand slightly, Su Rui immediately lowered her head and retreated, then her eyes stayed on her for a moment, and she stepped into the main hall.

With his head slightly lowered, against the coercion he felt above his head, Lingxi frowned as he looked at the tender green emerging from the edge of the stone bricks.

"How can Master Lu be rude in front of His Highness?"

Zhuang Bo waited for Zhao Qingsui's figure to disappear before his eyes, then lowered his voice and leaned towards her.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, it was Lu who was rude."

"Although I also know that Mr. Lu is about to marry His Highness, but before that, we still need to control the scale."

"Yes."

"Let's go, let's go in, the banquet is about to begin." Zhuang Bo patted Lingxi on the shoulder and left first.

Lingxi stood where she was, looking at the position where Zhao Qingsui had just stopped staring at her, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

Only she knew that the impolite return just now was not the maid behind Shenshang or Zhuang Bo pulling her sleeve, but Lingxi herself, and it was her fleeting thought that she was just a subordinate weapon beside Shenshang.

And God is her master.

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