Chapter 87 Don’t Be My Lover, Be My Concubine (Fourteen)
The snow came with great force and did not stop all night long.
When you open the window, you can see that the dead leaves on the treetops that have not fallen are also covered with a thick layer of crystals.
Yu Kangping came in an official robe and holding an umbrella.
When he saw Yu Huo, his face was still filled with worry: "Huo'er, aren't you going to rest today? Why are you up so early?"
The person inside the window shivered lazily, hugging his arms: "Dad, I woke up from the cold."
Upon hearing this, Yu Kangping walked closer and took a look at the charcoal basin that had just been lit in his house. He felt a little relieved, and then he sighed as if he had thought of something: "Such a heavy snowstorm, if it doesn't stop, I'm afraid it will cause a disaster like Luoyang..."
This is an era where human life is worthless. Not to mention refugees and disaster victims, it is probably extremely difficult for ordinary civilians to survive.
It is no wonder that their later generations did not have the bloodline theory that those in foreign countries have, because as long as the bloodline can be passed on, whose ancestors did not have prominent ones?
Yu Huo lowered his eyelashes and sighed softly, "Dad, you should go back and rest early. It's so cold, don't catch a cold."
Yu Kangping was deeply moved by his prodigal son's sudden concern: "My son has really grown up, and it's time for him to get married..."
Yu Huo hadn't expected that his casual words of concern would backfire. He regretted it a little and couldn't help but lament, "Dad, I've only just come of age. Isn't it too early to get married now?"
"What do you mean early? The second son of the Dali Temple official is the same age as you, and his marriage is about to be decided, but you are not in a hurry. You spend your days foolishly eating and sleeping, sleeping and playing."
Hearing this, Yu Huo perked up, sat up, and inquired through the window: "The second son of the Dali Temple official...isn't that this year's third place winner Wen Nian? Whose family has he been engaged to?"
Yu Kangping glanced at him curiously, but didn't think much about it. He told his son what the palace people were talking about.
"I heard the Queen is interested in recruiting him as her consort. I passed by the Hanlin Academy today while on my way to court, and I heard others asking him about it. Judging from the way Wen Tanhua looks, he seems quite interested in the Eighth Princess... I think this matter is probably finalized."
Yu Huo sneered after hearing this: "Does he think he's worthy of Princess Shang?"
Yu Kangping retorted in shock: "Your Majesty's chosen third place winner is talented, handsome, and has a good family background. How can he not be worthy?"
The young man in front of him curled his lips in disdain: "With his appearance, he either looks like Zhang Fei cheating on his wife or Li Kui cheating on his partner. How can he become a third place winner? He's nothing but a sausage at best!"
"...You kid, did the top scholar offend you?" Yu Kangping was puzzled. Seeing his son slam the window shut, he walked away with a puzzled look.
Yu Huo closed the window and became more and more angry. Then he quickly jumped off the couch, opened the box and started looking for clothes.
He spent a long time picking out a piece of silver-white silk and tried it on himself. He felt it looked good, so he put it on.
Then he looked at the person in the mirror from left to right. After a while, he reached out and pulled off the headband on his head, combed his hair into a high ponytail, and finally put on a silver-gray cloak.
Finally left with satisfaction!
Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped out of the yard, he met that rude boy Yu Sanshui.
When she saw Yu Huo from afar, her eyes widened, and then he rushed towards her from the snow like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and began to circle around her, making the kind of disgusting sound that an old lady at the street corner would make.
"Hey, you're dressed so fancy this early in the morning...who are you trying to seduce?"
Yu Huo shook her long black ponytail and looked down at her condescendingly: "I don't have any specific target. I love everyone."
Yu Miao stood there, squinting at his brother's departing back, sneering, "Something must be wrong with him!"
After saying that, she rolled her eyes on the spot and followed quietly. Unexpectedly, just as she turned into the alley next to the mansion gate, she saw Yu Huo climbed onto a seemingly simple carriage. Then the carriage drove away quickly under her unwilling gaze, leaving her no chance to go back and harness the carriage to catch up.
The person in the car moved his fingertips slightly, lowered the curtain, and chuckled: "Are we leaving like this?"
Yu Huo leaned on the seat in the carriage and rolled his eyes vigorously: "Don't bother with that little troublemaker."
Jiang Ye pretended to be indifferent and returned his gaze to the young man beside him. His beautiful eyes showed a bit of scrutiny: "Did you dress up specially today?"
The young man raised his eyes to meet his, the impatience on his face slowly fading. After a long pause, he reached out and tugged at the belt around his neck, a hint of weariness etched across his features. "Yeah, does it look good?"
His straightforwardness always seemed to make the other party lose consciousness. In the few seconds of silence, the noise of the wheels rolling on the snow filled the eardrums, as if stretching this momentary gap to be long and eye-catching. It was not until Jiang Ye's voice broke it all that things finally returned to normal.
He said, "It looks good."
He added, "This heavy snow has affected Shangjing. I'm afraid those who support Prince Yan will be implicated."
Yu Huo nodded and asked, "So who do you think is better looking, me or that guy Wen Nian?"
"You look good."
Jiang Ye answered without hesitation and continued, "This morning, news of snowstorms came from villages outside the capital. Add to that the various rumors spread by the Crown Prince. When the public outcry boils over, I'm afraid Prince Yan will lose his favor..."
Yu Huo was a little depressed. While listening, he was trying to multitask by pulling at the belt of his cloak.
Little bastard, is this guy blind? He still looks so pure and innocent even though I'm dressed like this?
[Unjust Seed 945: She's a princess born of a rich family! She's definitely not short of men courting her. He's seen plenty of people like you.]
Yu Huo sighed: So that means seduction doesn’t work anymore?
"If it weren't for Prince Yan's control, I'm afraid the prince's power would have become even stronger..." Jiang Ye was still chattering about state affairs, and his mind seemed not to linger on other things at all.
What should I do then?!
The system seems to be in a hurry.
It may be that the host sold himself to pass the level and it tasted the sweetness, so it decided to give up completely and go all the way.
Yu Huo, however, was not at all anxious. He leaned back on the carriage seat and even joined in the discussion: "Your Highness, don't worry. Don't you understand our emperor's temperament? To balance the power within the court, he won't let the crown prince develop his power wantonly. Prince Yan's suppression is only temporary, and he'll be back to normal in a few days."
"But if this balance is not broken, how can I participate in the fight for the throne?"
Jiang Ye's voice was gentle and pleasant, and it was warm and cozy to listen to. If you ignored the content, it was like a heartfelt confession between lovers.
Yu Huo sat up straight, his eyes lazy: "So His Highness didn't call me here today to cultivate feelings, but to call me as an advisor."
Jiang Ye's expression remained calm as he looked back at the other person calmly: "Then do you have any solution?"
When the young man heard this, a hint of charm appeared on his tired face, and he smiled like a flower: "Yes~"
Where he couldn't see, Jiang Ye's fingertips on his legs trembled slightly, and he curled up patiently.
"Tell me about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in front of him suddenly leaned forward, his dark eyes filled with a touching watery color: "I can tell you, but what good will it do me?"
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