When talking about his marriage, Yuan Musheng hesitated for a moment.
A figure flashed through his mind quickly.
"Let mother decide..." After a long while, he finally said this.
Yuan Zhao turned to look at him. The young man was handsome, dressed in white, and looked even more outstanding in the moonlight.
Secretly, she wanted to pick out some good ladies from the capital for Yuan Musheng.
But today I heard about what happened to them during the day, and thought about how absent-minded Yuan Musheng looked when he came back in the evening.
Although it is said that "the matchmaker's words are the parents' orders", Yuan Zhao does not want his children to repeat his mistakes.
What she, as a mother, thinks is good, he may not think so himself.
Similarly, what she thinks is bad, Yuan Musheng may not necessarily dislike it.
At the moment, he seems to have his own ideas, but he is unwilling to say them out loud.
Yuan Zhao did not press him, but simply said, "Now everyone in the capital knows that you and your uncle are one."
One is the relationship between Yuan Cheng and Yuan Zhao, and the other is Yuan Musheng himself.
He has not yet been appointed as an official, but he has been following Yuan Cheng in and out of the Eastern Palace, receiving Yuan Cheng's teachings and being bound to Yuan Cheng.
If he enters the imperial court in the future, he will definitely be regarded as a member of the prince's faction.
"Since you want to stand by your uncle's side, then your marriage may be beyond your control."
This was something that Yuan Zhao could hardly guarantee. For children from royal families or large families, marriage itself was a transaction.
If you meet a good person, it will be icing on the cake.
If not, you will suffer all your life.
For example, the Xie family, if we ignore other things and only talk about government affairs, the Xie family is the head of the aristocratic families, and for Yuan Musheng, it is the best choice.
Yuan Musheng looked up at the slowly rising crescent moon, and he understood this clearly.
He thought of the Miss Xie he met today.
I couldn't help but ask myself: Does he like her?
Yuan Zhao looked at his calm face and felt that he was becoming more and more like Yuan Cheng.
In the past, Yuan Cheng also hid himself from an unknown day.
Don't reveal your thoughts or emotions.
Like a deep ocean, only he himself knows what is hidden beneath the calm surface.
Yuan Zhao sighed faintly and comforted him.
"Now that you're busy with your career, there's no need to rush."
"Mother will help you look after it, but in the end it all depends on your feelings and whether you like it or not."
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That night, after chatting with Yuan Musheng, Yuan Zhao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Gan Tang noticed her movements and asked softly, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Yuan Zhao sat up and stared at the moonlight pouring in through the window.
After a while, she got out of bed and said to Gan Tang, "Help me prepare some writing materials, and you can go to sleep."
Gan Tang agreed, leaving Yuan Zhao alone.
Yuan Zhao sat at the table and began to write a letter.
Perhaps she was not so awake at night, so she wrote "Ayan" at the beginning of her writing.
At first, she just wanted to ask him what he thought or suggested about Mu Sheng's marriage.
As she wrote, she wrote about the exile of the Wei family, the Northern Qiang delegation's arrival in Beijing, and the several unique people in the delegation.
She also wrote about Changchun Palace, about her longing for her mother, which she hadn't mentioned to anyone else, and about the phoenix tree sprouting new buds, as if it had truly come alive...
Before I knew it, I had written a whole page.
When she realized it, she lowered her head in the candlelight, looked at the full page of text, and laughed softly.
She folded the letter she had written and hesitated whether to put it in the envelope.
While I was thinking, a gust of wind blew in from outside, making the window creak.
Yuan Zhao put down the letter in his hand, walked to the window, and wanted to open it to let in the night breeze.
However, he didn't expect that just as he opened the window, a figure flew past the window so quickly that Yuan Zhao couldn't see it clearly.
It's already five o'clock in the morning, who would appear in her yard?
At the same time, another person came out from nowhere and chased after the figure, and stopped him. The two men started fighting on the courtyard wall.
Yuan Zhao stuck his head out and called out to Mo Feng who was guarding in the dark.
No one answered.
Yuan Zhao looked at the two figures from a distance and couldn't recognize who they were.
But the two men's martial arts skills are comparable, and they are evenly matched in each fight.
Finally, as if afraid of disturbing more guards, one of them slapped the other one hard on the chest and took the opportunity to escape.
During this time, Yuan Zhao put on his coat, opened the door and went out.
Only then did she realize that despite the commotion in the yard, the guards and no one else reacted.
It was eerily quiet.
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
What is going on?
Looking at the person who stayed behind, he covered his chest for a while, looked back at Yuan Zhao, and walked to her side.
He was wearing a black mask, which he slowly took off.
Yuan Zhao stared at his face, somewhat incredulous.
"Huo Yan?!"
"Why are you back?!"
There was a hint of fatigue between his brows and some stubble grew on his angular chin, but his eyes were still as sharp as cold stars.
If it weren't for the cool night breeze blowing on Yuan Zhao's face, she would have thought she was dreaming.
Seeing that she was still dazed and hadn't reacted yet, Huo Yan curled the corners of his lips slightly, leaned over slightly, and hugged her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Yuan Zhao wanted to push him away, but he was worried about the fact that he seemed to be injured just now. He looked up and asked him, his tone was unusually soft, "What happened?"
Wasn't he in the northwest? How did he suddenly appear in her yard?
Realizing that she didn't resist, Huo Yan hugged her tighter.
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