emperor of a dynasty

No one could answer her question, not even Yan Wuwei who knew her well.The world is chaotic, but there will always be someone who spends his whole life holding a lamp to light the way forward for future generations.

After coming out of Gu Ming's mansion, Murong Yan's interest has not been very high, Yan Wuwei didn't say much, and he didn't intend to comment on what she said to Gu Ming, but just accompanied Murong Yan on the long street. Walking up and down, she didn't ask her until Murong Xun was a little tired, "Would you like to take a rest?"

Murong Xun shook his head, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, Tangtang, who was eager to protect the Lord, took the umbrella from behind, Yan Wuwei took it and opened it for Murong Xun.

"Jin'er, do you think Gu is too cruel sometimes?"

Yan Wuwei shook his head lightly, "For Gu Ming, this should be the best result."

Yes, it is indeed the best result. What Murong Yan can find out, others can find out with some effort. At that time, Gu Ming, who was alone, became a living target. Murong Xun wanted to protect her, but maybe he might not be able to protect her completely.But if she chooses to marry Murong Xi, then she can be regarded as half of the Murong family. Even if there are some mistakes, according to Murong Yi's behavior style, maybe she can keep Gu's name without her coming forward.

It is indeed a perfect solution, except...sacrificing Gu Ming's own happiness.

"Furthermore, I see that General Gu's attitude towards the princess is not completely emotionless." Yan Wuwei comforted Murong Yan, "They have their own way of life, and you have shown them the way."

"...Is that so?" Murong Yan murmured softly, "But sometimes I often think... If one day I can't protect you, how will you deal with yourself?" She turned sideways and looked at Yan Wuwei , smiled wryly, "Will you blame me for pulling you into this game?"

Yan Wuwei just looked at her quietly for a long time, "Whether it's love or resentment, I'm willing, and I won't blame you."

"The only thing that will blame you is probably only one thing."

She looked at Murong Yan with far-reaching eyes and said softly, "You drive me away from you."

Murong was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yan Wuwei was worried about something, "Why?" She said, "I'm the most selfish person, and you are so beautiful, to drive you away from me? Isn't that a big loss?"

Yan Wuwei just asked her softly, "Is that so? It's the best."

Murong Xun, who was so preoccupied, did not dare to say any more: "..."

When she left the palace, Murong Xun had already confessed to her confidants in the palace, so she would not be in a hurry to go back for a while. Yan Wuwei walked with her on the street for a long time, and finally Murong Xun finally realized that his actions probably It would make Yan Wuwei worry, so she asked Yan Wubiao if he should go back.

There is no reason for Yan Wuwei to say something bad, so he wanted to ask Tangtang from behind to call for a carriage. This place is far away from the palace gate, and it is snowing heavily. Yan Wuwei, who always loves Murong Yan, is naturally reluctant to let him go back like this .

Unexpectedly, before she opened her mouth to call out Tangtang, Murong Yan stopped her as if she knew what she was going to do, "Isn't this place not far from your residence?"

Hearing what she said, Yan Wuwei naturally knew what kind of plans Murong Yan had in mind, and she said expressionlessly, "No, stay far away."

Murong Xun looked at her with bright eyes, turned around, and said with a stern face, "Aiqing, don't you know where the mansion that Gu personally chose for you is located?"

Yan Wuwei really didn't know that when Murong Yan was carrying her on his back, there would be so many small things hidden in his heart, so he was speechless for a while: "..."

"It's going to be dark today, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back if I don't go back, but this place is far away from the palace gate, and it's Chinese New Year, what does Yigu mean to spend the night at Prime Minister Yan's mansion?"

"Nonsense." Yan Wuwei said blankly, "How can a king want to spend the night at a courtier's house all day long?"

Murong Xun quit, "Then you come back to the palace with me!"

"..." Yan Wuwei had a headache, and was about to say a few more words to Murong Yan, but when he looked up and saw Murong Yan looking aggrieved, I saw You Lian's look, and she changed her mind softly, "...then tomorrow You go back earlier."

"Okay!" Murong Yan, who had achieved his goal, naturally agreed.

It's just that she agreed so quickly, and when Yan Wuwei woke her up the next morning, she immediately forgot:

"So Jin'er, I was really tired last night, you can pity me, the king, and let me sleep again?" Murong Yan said coquettishly without opening his eyes.

Yan Wuwei said helplessly, "Didn't you promise me to return to the palace earlier today?"

"I don't remember..." Murong Xun hugged the quilt naked, pouted his buttocks, turned over, and went to the inside, "It was hard for me to sleep with my wife, I can't afford it!"

"There is a dinner party in the palace today." Yan Wuwei took the obscene clothes and came over to put them on for Murong Xun, but the latter refused to cooperate.

"Isn't that night! The sun is not out now, I'm sorry!"

Yan Wuwei, who felt like he was bringing a brat with him: "..."

After a long while, Yan Wuwei said again, "It's snowing outside, I'll build a snowman with you after it snows?"

After hearing this, Murong Yan raised his eyelids, but still did not open them, "It's too cold."

"Release Kongming lanterns?"

"Too silly."

"Play chess?"

"Too tired."

"Play the piano?"

"Too vulgar."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

Unbearable, Yan Wuwei stretched his hand into the quilt, stroked Murong's smooth back and threatened, "If you don't get up again, I'll 'treat' you again!"

Murong Xun was taken aback for a moment, then turned around generously, winked at Yan Wuwei, and smiled, "It suits me very well."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

As a result, this commotion lasted for a long time, and when the two of them got up, it was almost an hour later, and they would be able to catch up with lunch later, Yan Wuwei was afraid that Murong would be hungry, so he called the kitchen staff again The man prepared some light food and said it was for the latter to rest his stomach.

Murong Xun used his good skills of being lazy again, and pulled Yan Wuwei to sit beside her to feed her. When the food was delicious, a stretched and yawning woman came in from the outside of the dining room. She probably didn't expect that the dining room There are still people eating here, but after taking a closer look, I was stunned:

"Ashi? Yan Wuwei?" She said in surprise, "Why are you two here?"

Unexpectedly, Murong Xun said first, "This is Jin'er's home, why can't I be here?"

As she spoke, she affectionately took a bite of the food Yan Wuwei fed with a spoon, and some of the demonstrators looked like very unhappy kittens.

Chongming felt a little hurt: "..."

So she said to Yan Wuwei again, "When did you come back?"

Yan Wuwei concentrated on feeding Murong Xun's rice, and said, "Yesterday."

"But you didn't come back yesterday."

"Go to the palace."

Chongming said "Oh", as if he didn't care much about where Yan Wuwei went yesterday, she walked to the dinner table, saw Murong Yan showing his affection in front of her with a proud face, and said, "Why did you come here?" The capital of the kingdom? Didn’t your wife say you were in Qianzhou last time?”

"Where Jin'er is, I have to be there," Murong Yan snorted, "You take a rest and snatch my people while I'm not around."

Chongming, regarded as an imaginary rival in love: "..."

Yan Wuwei who dared not make a sound while feeding the meal: "..."

"Speaking of which, I heard some gossip a few days ago." Chong Ming changed the subject.

Yan Wuwei never cared much about these things, but Murong Xun, she became energetic as soon as she heard gossip. Thinking about it, she didn't have time to listen to gossip when she stayed in the palace every day, even if she wanted to. , No one dared to talk to her.

"What gossip?"

Chongming used his chopsticks to insert a steamed stuffed bun into the plate on the table, took a bite, and said casually, "It is said that King Qin here is getting married?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Murong Xun took a mouthful of porridge stuck in his throat, and his face turned red.

"Are you choking?" Chongming asked without knowing why.

Murong Yan, who was tortured by Chongming: "..."

Chongming continued, "I heard that this queen is pretty good-looking? Alas, Wuwei, you are an official, have you met King Qin?"

"I have seen."

"looks good?"

Murong Yan, who was being discussed by them, suddenly became nervous. He wanted to see Yan Wuwei's expression at the moment, but he was afraid that Yan Wuwei would catch her and ask her about the big wedding, so his tangled face wrinkled into a ball .

While struggling, she suddenly heard Yan Wuwei say, "It looks good."

"How nice is it?"

Murong Yan's heart tightened, and suddenly he felt a gaze looking towards her, she looked up, and it was indeed Yan Wuwei who was looking at her.

Seeing her peeking at her, Yan Wuwei chuckled lightly at her guilty look, and said to Chongming, "It's as good-looking as A Shi."

Murong Xun's pretty face flushed.

Then I heard Chongming say again, "Ah, that's not really pretty."

Murong Yan: "...???"

"Speaking of which, you know about King Qin's wedding, right?" Chongming asked Yan Wuwei, "You mean the other party is a son of the uncle's family?"

Yan Wuwei smiled subtly, "I've heard a little bit about it."

Murong Xun: "..."

Chongming didn't realize that the atmosphere was not right at all, and he was still gossiping, "It is said that the King of Qin fell in love with him at first sight, and we will make love after seeing each other again. I don't know what the young master looks like."

"The one who can be liked by the king must have good looks."

After hearing this meaningful sentence, Murong Yan couldn't sit still anymore, and interrupted the two of them, "I suddenly feel a little hot sitting here, why don't we go back to the room, Jin'er?"

After hearing this, Chongming thoughtlessly said, "Is it hot? It's not hot, Ashi, don't you have a fever?" She then raised her hand to touch Murong Xun's forehead, "It's not hot, Is it a low-grade fever? It is possible, after I get the needles, I will stick a few needles for you."

Murong Yan, who hated needles very much, was blown up when he heard this, "Okay, okay, Miss Chong! I don't have a fever! I don't have a fever, I have a fever! I got it! Got it? No It's okay to understand, I'm going to have sex with Jin'er now, so hurry up and leave!"

Yan Wuwei: "..."

Chongming: "..."

After a long while, Chongming said blankly, "You asked me to talk about it yourself."

Murong Xun who wished to strangle himself to death just now: "..."

You talk too much!