emperor of a dynasty

Murong Qi entered the palace after eating court food in the mansion, all the officials rested on the New Year's Day, and did not open the court until after the tenth day of the first lunar month.When he was going out, his wife called him, "My husband."

"What's the matter?" Murong Qi is only 35 years old this year. When he became an adult, he was conferred the title of Marquis of Ding'an. Wan, within a few years after marrying him, had two boys and one girl for him. Now the eldest is 14 years old, and the youngest is only seven years old.Qin people are warlike, especially those in the royal family. Because of the wars these years, the Murong family's heirs have withered. Last year, the former king and the first prince died in battle. The entire royal family could not find a suitable son to inherit the throne. Only after supporting the princess to be the king, there are not many royal families with three children like Murong Qi's family.

"I made some snacks, you bring them to the palace when you enter the palace."

"How many times have I said this, she is now a king, not a princess." Murong Qi once again corrected his wife.While receiving the food box handed over, "You, what is there in the palace? You have to make a special trip for me to take it to the king."

Lu Jing glared at him, "What's wrong with being a king? She used to like to eat the dim sum I made the most when she was a princess. Will it change now that she is a king? Sigh, Yan'er has been demoted to Qianzhou for many years. It's been a lot of hardships, I'm already 20 years old, but my marriage has not been decided, and the former king and the prince have left again, so please take care of your cousin! Find her a good..."

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine. The king's marriage is in a hurry. He has only succeeded to the throne for less than half a year, and the court situation is not stable. Why are you worrying about it every day?"

"I'm her aunt, don't worry about her, do you still worry about state affairs?" Lu Jing pushed him, "Go, go, hurry to the palace, the dessert will be cold in a while."

"You..."

After entering the palace, Murong Qi asked the guards on duty, the palace guards said that the king was reading in the imperial study, Murong Qi nodded, then he carried the food box and walked towards the imperial study, but when he reached the door, he met Yan Wuwei .

"Yan Xiang?" Murong Qi was stunned for a moment. Two months ago, Yan Wuwei invited orders to go to various places to inspect. He said that he was afraid that the severe winter would damage the crops, and the poor people would not be able to survive. Some disaster relief work, only came back at the end of the year, did not expect to enter the palace in the second day of junior high school.In all honesty, Yan Wuwei has indeed done a lot of practical things in the past six months as Prime Minister. First, he presided over a truce with neighboring small countries, and then went to counties and counties to encourage farming. Already used strength to make them shut up.

"I've seen Lord Hou." Yan Wuwei was wearing a light blue long gown with a white fleece on the outside. The black hair was still untied, and it was casually worn. Perhaps because of the winter, her cheeks were a little red. Yuemo is because of freezing.She bowed politely to Murong Qi, then her eyes fell on the food box he was carrying, and she smiled, "Master Hou came to see Your Majesty?"

Murong Qi also laughed, that day Yan Wuwei was fighting with all the officials in the court, he was full of vigor, which made him admire him, he knew that this woman was extraordinary.

"Yes, madam made some snacks, let me bring some to the king."

"Madam has a heart." Yan Wuwei's voice was very soft, and he was no different from everyone's ladies in private, not at all sharp in court, "If that's the case, Lord Hou, let's go in first."

"Didn't Prime Minister Yan come to look for the king? Let's go in together, just right, and try my wife's craftsmanship."

"No." Yan Wuwei smiled, "I have nothing to do. I came to the palace to play chess with the king. If the Marquis has something to do, let's go first. I will go in later. Next time, I will try my wife next time." craftsmanship."

"It's freezing in the snow, are you just waiting here? Let's go in."

Yan Wuwei thought for a while, "That's fine, I'll wait in the side room, just to take a rest too. Please, Lord Hou."

"Strictly please."

When Murong Qi entered the imperial study room, Murong Xun was still reading, but he didn't sit at the desk, but sat on the soft couch, which was covered with several thick layers of quilts, and the top was a layer of mink fur. Murong Qi was sitting on his side, wearing a black fleece coat, his slender body was wrapped under the garment, so thin that it made people feel distressed, the fire in the room was very hot, Murong Qi felt hot after coming in, but Murong However, he was still wrapped in thick winter clothes, which made Murong Qi's heart soften again.In the early years, when Murong Yu was not yet ready, he was demoted to Qianzhou by the previous king. Qianzhou was bitterly cold, and Murong Yu was a woman. The cold is the most obvious.

"Your Majesty." Murong Qi walked over and called out to Murong Xun who was still reading.

"Uncle Tang is here?" Murong Yan raised his head and smiled, "But what delicious food did Auntie ask you to bring?"

"You are the king now, you still call her Auntie." After finishing speaking, Murong Qi was still very happy when he heard Murong Xun still address himself and his wife as usual.The Murong Yi family has withered so badly that only Murong Xun and the eldest daughter of the first prince, Murong Cong, are left in the direct line, and the one who is a little closer is him.

"If you become a king, my aunt will still be my aunt, and my cousin will still be my cousin."

Murong Qi laughed, passed the food box in his hand, and put it on the small square table on the soft couch, "Here, your aunt knows that I am going to enter the palace today, so she woke up early in the morning and made some of your favorite food I insisted on bringing the snacks. I said, is there anything in her palace? Don’t worry about it.”

Murong Yan had already opened the lid, smiled and reached out to take a piece of pastry and took a bite, "Hmm... It's been a long time since I ate a pastry made by my aunt, it's delicious."

Hearing this, Murong Qi laughed even wider. He watched Murong grow up, and he has been close to him since he was a child. When Murong was demoted, he went to the former king to beg, and was demoted two nobles, fined He received a salary of one year, and later the throne was vacant, and he was the one who tried his best to protect Murong Yan's succession.

"Eat more if it tastes good." Murong Qi poured tea again and handed it over, "Drink some water, don't choke."

"Thank you Tangshu." Murong Xun said obediently.

"Hey, your body is weak, you need to make up for it, don't worry about the government affairs, there is a strict minister and me to watch over it, it can't be messed up. But you, why have you lost so much weight in the past year?" Murong Qi Wan is completely in the tone of the vice-elder teaching the juniors, it's not that he is out of line, it's just that he loves Murong Xun from the bottom of his heart, and naturally, Murong Xun respects him from the bottom of his heart.

"I've made a note." Murong Xun finished eating the pastry in his hand, and wiped his hands with a silk cloth, "Is Tang Shu here to discuss something?"

"It's not a political matter, it's for the king's marriage."

Murong Xun was stunned for a moment, "Marriage?"

Murong Qi nodded and said, "Your Majesty will be 21 this year, and he has been on the throne for half a year, and the court has gradually stabilized, so I thought it was time to arrange the marriage."

Seeing that Murong Xun was silent, Murong Qi said again, "I have checked the men of the right age in the families of the ministers in the court one by one, the eldest son of General Cheng, the eldest son of Lord Shangshu, and..."

"Uncle Tang." Murong Yan interrupted him, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his expression normal, "I don't intend to get married."

"Not married?" Murong Qi was startled, "Your Majesty is joking?"

Murong Xun shook his head.

"But... but..." Murong Qi thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't say that if he had no heirs, Qin might be unstable. Although he was a minister, he was an uncle, a nephew and an heir...he was really serious I can't open my mouth.

"Uncle Tang," Murong Yan said after drinking all the tea in his hand, "You know, I was expelled from Qianzhou when I was under fourteen, and I have been here for six or seven years, and I gave birth early again, and I am sick all over my body. Regardless of state affairs, with my body alone, it may be life-threatening to conceive a child."

"Ah?!" Murong Qi became anxious, although it is difficult for the king to be unmarried and have no heirs, but if he really chooses between the heirs and the king's life, he will definitely choose the king without hesitation.

"Didn't the imperial doctor take good care of you?"

Murong Yan shook his head, "Uncle Tang, this is already a permanent illness."

"What should I do..." Murong Qi had no choice, on the one hand he felt sorry for Murong Yan's body, on the other hand he was worried that Qin Ting would be uneasy if Qin had no descendants.

"No problem." Murong Yan smiled faintly, "I have already decided to choose an heir in the clan."

Murong Qi was silent for a while, then nodded, "Well, that's the only way to go. But even so, your marriage has to be done."

"Now that Qin is worried about domestic and foreign troubles, I really don't want to think about it."

Hearing this, Murong Qi heaved a long sigh, "This is a big Qin country, so I have worked hard for you."

"The state of Qin is in trouble, and it is my duty to do so."

The two uncles and nephews discussed some more things, and finally Murong Qi offered to resign, "If that's the case, I'll go back first."

"I will send you."

"No, no, no." Murong Qi waved his hands and said, "You are a king, what do you mean by sending a courtier yourself? It's not that I don't know where the door is, so I left now, oh yes—" Murong Qi thought for a moment Get up, "Yan Xiang is still waiting for you in the side room! I have been delayed for a long time, and she may be waiting impatiently. You announce her to come in, and I will leave first."

"Cousin, go slowly."

Not long after Murong Qi left, Yan Wuwei came in. As soon as he entered, Yan Wuwei frowned, "Why are you wearing so little?"

As she said that, she untied her outer coat, walked forward quickly, put it on Murong Xun's body, and carefully fastened the belt for her, before she said, "What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Murong Xun tilted his head and glanced at her, "I wear a lot."

"Where are there too many?" Yan Wuwei sighed, "The next time I hear you cough, I will definitely not forgive you."

Murong Xun laughed loudly, and leaned his head to the woman's abdomen, "Well, why didn't Prime Minister Yan spare me?"

Yan Wuwei thought of something, couldn't help but cough lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Where did I talk nonsense, it was obviously you who said that you would not forgive me first."

"..."

Murong Yan raised his head from the woman's belly, and looked at Yan Wuwei eagerly, "Jin'er, you haven't missed me since you've been away for more than two months?"

"Didn't I come to the palace to see you?"

"But it's been three days since you came back before you came to see me."

Yan Wuwei sighed, "My lord, didn't you entertain the officials in the banquet hall on the night of your [-]th? Didn't I go?"

"But you didn't stay with me that night."

"What kind of words?" Yan Wuwei laughed, "There is no one who lives in the king's palace at the age of [-]."

Murong Xun whispered, "It's not like you haven't lived here before."

"Okay, I was wrong." Yan Wuwei coaxed the woman in his arms for a while, and asked, "What is Marquis Ding'an here for?"

"You should call me 'Tang Shu'."

Yan Wuwei stared at her, and Murong snorted, "He's here to urge the marriage."

"Ok?"

"The one who came to urge me to marry, even picked several sons for me to choose."

"Selected?"

Murong Xun raised his hand to wrap around Yan Wuwei's waist, exerted a little force, and rolled the woman into the soft couch, "I've chosen——you."

Yan Wuwei let her mess around, "Don't catch a cold." Then he wrapped some coats tightly for Murong Xun, and coaxed, "Didn't I tell you to eat more? Why did you lose weight again?"

"Why do you say I'm thin?" Murong Xun touched his face and said guiltily, "I just... don't look fat."

Yan Wuwei glanced at her.

Murong Xun remained silent: "..."