Chapter 34: When my daughter reaches adulthood, I will give her a male concubine
The officer came over and said, "My two nobles, the time has come. We have to set off."
Xu Xinshu threw the whip back to him and glanced at the man lying on the ground with wounds all over his body.
He asked his servant to take out a bag full of silver and pass it over, and the official's face was so happy that it broke out in laughter.
"The journey of exile is dangerous and difficult. Prisoners can't have an easy life, right?"
The official weighed a bag of money that was more than his lifetime salary and said, "I understand, I understand. Don't worry about my work."
[Awesome! I guess these two won’t make it to the exile place alive.]
Xu Xinshu, who was holding her, had a little shaking hands. This innocent young lady was probably doing this for the first time since she was a child.
Bei Jingchu likes her very much because she knows how to resist.
Bei Jingchu had met girls before who never resisted no matter how they were abused, and who even fell deeply in love with bad boys.
She was so angry that she developed several breast nodules.
Bei Jingchu really wanted to get close to the sober young lady.
But on the way back in the carriage, Xu Xinshu was not in a good mood.
"Brother, why do you think women are inferior to their husbands after marriage?"
"Because it has been the way of the world since ancient times."
[Bullshit. Because after you get married, you will live in his house, surrounded by his family and servants.]
[If you let him live in your house for a try, you can still control him. ]
Xu Xinshu felt that what the princess said made sense, but the Xu family would not let her bribe.
Fortunately, fortunately she will be a court lady in the future and will not have to marry for the rest of her life.
Bei Jingchu looked extremely adorable when she nestled obediently in Xu Xinshu's arms, especially her white and soft little face.
The milky-smelling baby made Xu Lanqi regret that she didn't have a daughter.
"I don't know which bastard will be lucky enough to marry our princess in the future."
Suddenly he seemed to think of something: "Shushu, what do you think of my boy?"
Bei Jingchu: [No way, brother, I'm still a child, and you can think so far ahead? ]
Xu Xinshu silently shrank into the corner holding the little princess.
She thought her nephew was lovable, but he didn't deserve it.
After returning to the study, Yan Zhong reported to the emperor what he had seen and heard that day.
When the emperor heard the secret guard's report, he did not take any issue with the Zhongshu Ling's complaints about his heart.
Xu Lanqi was his study partner when he was a prince. They were brothers who grew up together and they knew each other very well.
Even after he ascended the throne, he observed the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects and dared not offend them in person.
To be honest, the emperor is not that narrow-minded.
He was still very tolerant of capable and competent court officials.
As long as they are not greedy, do not cause trouble, and do not rebel, he will tolerate them.
Moreover, the emperor thought that the son born to Xu Lanqi was quite smart and would become a talented person when he grew up.
But after hearing that Xu Lanqi was planning to marry her son to the princess...
"Where's my knife?"
Doesn't he know what this bastard is planning?
It's that little turtle bastard running around the yard with a runny nose and bare butt.
Is she worthy of the beautiful, lovely, intelligent, clever, kind, generous, cheerful, lively, quiet, pure, innocent, gentle, smart and moving Chuchu?
Dream on!
The next day when the emperor went to see Concubine Fang, she invited him to have a drink.
The wine was good, and although Concubine Fang was not beautiful, she was dignified.
But when she is half drunk and half awake, with rosy cheeks, she is also very charming.
Concubine Fang spoke sentimentally about the origin of the cup of wine: "This is the wine that my father buried for me when I was one month old."
"Every drop of wine is a reflection of a father's deep love for his daughter."
"I buried it and took it out to drink when I got married. I never thought that things would change so fast and I would be lucky enough to enter the palace and become a concubine."
"This girl's wine cannot be drunk at the wedding banquet, but fortunately it is placed in front of Your Majesty for Your Majesty to taste."
At this point, Concubine Fang joked, "The eldest princess has only been one month old for a short time. Your Majesty can bury her now."
"When the princess gets married, it will be a well-aged wine."
After three rounds of drinking, the emperor was already drunk, but he sobered up immediately.
Bury the daughter's red? Bury your ass!
When Concubine Fang saw the man suddenly stand up, she was frightened and confused.
The emperor's face was gloomy, and he even gritted his teeth with murderous intent.
Concubine Fang was afraid that she might have offended her in some way, and even her breathing became lighter.
The old father's murderous intention was directed at his unknown future son-in-law. His daughter was only one month old when she was reminded that she would get married in the future.
The emperor felt like he was going to have a heart attack, so he raped all the boys of the right age.
No, that's ridiculous.
Then don't let your daughter-in-law get married?
But it would be too unfair for his little princess to live a life of seclusion.
Recruiting?
In fact, being a princess consort is equivalent to marrying into the royal family.
Finally, the emperor slapped his thigh and made the decision.
When Chu'er came of age, he would give her twelve male lovers every year, changing one every month.
January is the elegant gentleman type, while February is the muscular hunk type.
March is the month of young men in fine clothes and riding horses; April is the month of old foxes who are calm and wise.
It's dizzying and overwhelming.
He didn't believe that after bombing everything, there would still be a big-tailed wolf that could take away the little snack he raised!
You don’t have to get married and you won’t be lonely.
The emperor praised his own wit.