At this moment, Qingle regretted her impulsive behavior. If no one mentioned this matter, the emperor would have forgotten about the chaos of the palace banquet today. I will tell you that the fastest update is the eyes. Fast? Unfortunately, the person who reminded the emperor was herself.
"Princess Qingle." Tianwu called Qingle. Not only did Qingle hold her breath, but Prince Ding'an also shook his head repeatedly.
But there was no way to hold their breath. It was difficult to disobey the emperor's order. They did not have the courage like Xuan Tianming to do whatever he wanted.
Qingle reluctantly stood up and stepped forward, kneeling in the middle of the hall: "Qingle kneels to see the emperor."
Tianwu looked at the princess below and sneered in his heart. Even though he was not present at the scene, he knew a lot about what happened in Ding'an Palace. Qingle tried to frame the woman of his most precious son, but ended up being plotted against by Feng Yuheng. This was really retribution!
Tianwu was very enthusiastic about arranging a marriage for Qingle, so he asked again, "Has the man who is in love with you come?" He remembered that he had specially asked the queen to invite that man.
At this time, a voice from the male guest side was heard: "The servant is here!" Then a very strong man ran up and knelt down beside Qingle, "The servant Wang Nuo, kowtows to the emperor!"
Qingle glared at the man fiercely, but didn't dare to say anything more.
Tianwu nodded, looked at Wang Nuo for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter. After laughing, he said, "They are a good match! They are a good match indeed! It seems that Qingle has good taste."
Prince Ding'an felt as if he had been slapped in the face by the Emperor!
Wang Nuo is a strong man, a guard in the palace, and has martial arts skills. But to say that he is good-looking is nonsense. Although this man is not ugly, he is not good-looking at all, not to mention that he has a small scar on his chin, which is said to be caused by martial arts training. Qingle is beautiful no matter what, how can she be matched with such a thing?
But if the emperor said they were a good match, who would dare to question it? So everyone in the audience echoed in unison: "Princess Qingle is so lucky to have such a perfect husband!"
Qingle was almost going crazy with annoyance, but what could she say? If she didn't admit that they were in love, wouldn't that be confusion? That wouldn't be joy, but a sin.
Emperor Tianwu watched the crowd's reactions for a while, and admired Qingle's pale face for a while. After he had satisfied his desire, he spoke again: "It's a good thing that the two little boys and girls are in love. Prince Ding'an, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
When Prince Ding'an heard the emperor's name being called, he quickly stood up and knelt beside Qingle: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, I don't want to cause trouble for you."
"Hey!" Tianwu waved his hand, "How can this be a problem? You are a prince of a different surname, Qingle is a princess, and in my heart, this girl and Tiange have the same weight."
Everyone watched the emperor lie with his eyes open, and they all chose to ignore the word "the same".
Same? I don't think so.
Qingle wanted to make a final effort for herself. She kowtowed to Tianwu and begged, "Qingle would like to stay at home and serve my father and mother for two more years. Please grant my wish, Your Majesty."
Tianwu frowned, "What do you mean by small? I remember clearly that you were born in October, and you will be fifteen in two months. It is a great joy for a girl in Dashun to get married when she reaches the age of fifteen. I will grant you two a marriage today, and the wedding date will be set on Qingle's fifteenth birthday, and the ceremony of coming of age can be held together! You are a princess, and it is normal to recruit a county horse into the mansion, so you don't have to worry about your father and mother being left without anyone to take care of them. Well, Prince Ding'an, what do you think?"
What else could Prince Ding'an say? The emperor had already chosen the date, leaving no room for negotiation. So he had no choice but to kowtow and say, "Your Majesty, thank you for your grace."
Qingle also leaned forward like her father and said through gritted teeth, "Qingle, thank the emperor for granting me marriage."
There were three people kneeling in the hall, and people were waiting for the third thanksgiving to continue to enjoy the singing and dancing. But at this moment, they heard the strong man shouting: "Your Majesty, I beg you to take back your order!"
This statement shocked everyone.
Qingle was even more shocked.
Qingle was thinking at this time, go ahead and make a scene, it would be best if you could make the emperor angry, and then he would chop you to death. This princess would rather stay single for the rest of her life than marry a dog slave like you.
However, Tianwu was not as angry as expected. He just looked at Wang Nuo with interest and asked, "Don't you want to marry Princess Qingle?"
Wang Nuo nodded: "I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Because..." Wang Nuo glanced at Qingle, "Because she is too ugly." As he said this, he suddenly reached out his hand towards Qingle.
Qingle was caught off guard and had her headscarf pulled off by Wang Nuo.
A bald head was instantly exposed, with blood scars all over the head displayed hideously and disgustingly in front of everyone. Some ladies with weaker endurance even began to retch.
Xuan Tiange laughed and tugged at Feng Yuheng's sleeve, "Your man burned it."
Feng Yuheng nodded, "If you look closely, it looks like a destructive work of art."
Xiangrong couldn't bear it anymore, so he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, turned around and vomited twice.
Feng Yuheng held up her chin and admired Qingle's head. Her occupational disease came back again... Well, it's not difficult to cure, but even if it's cured, the disease called "aplastic dermatitis" will accompany Qingle for the rest of her life. By then, her scalp will be as small as a thumb nail, falling off one by one, which will make her very upset.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Qingle screamed and scared everyone. She held her head with both hands and tried desperately to cover up her ugliness, but how could she cover it up? A bald head without a single hair had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, leaving a lifelong image of Princess Qingle in their hearts.
"Your Majesty!" Wang Nuo pointed at Qingle's head and said, "Your Majesty, please have mercy! I have nightmares every night when I see a daughter-in-law like this!"
Prince Ding'an was about to explode with anger. He stood up and kicked Wang Nuo. "Even if my Le'er's whole body is burned, she is still a princess. It is not your turn to despise her!"
Tianwu also stopped teasing, anger returned to his face, and he glared at Wang Nuo: "A servant is so bold, Prince Ding'an must discipline his servants well in the future."
Prince Ding'an quickly knelt back down and said, "I obey your order."
"Forget it!" Tianwu waved his sleeves, "Today is a moonlit night, and it is a good day to grant Qingle a marriage. I don't want to argue with you and ruin the atmosphere for nothing."
Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes. You ruined the atmosphere a long time ago, okay? Have you forgotten that you smashed the Minister of Personnel to death?
"The day Qingle comes of age in October will be the day of your wedding. I will definitely give you a generous gift then!" Tianwu made the final decision on the matter with just one sentence.
Wang Nuo saw that Tianwu was really angry, so he dared not act rashly anymore and knelt down to express his gratitude.
Qingle's mind was in a mess, and she subconsciously looked towards Xuan Tianming. But the other party didn't even look at her, and cast a deep gaze in another direction.
Qingle turned around and saw Feng Yuheng making a face at Xuan Tianming. He was originally a bit playful, and this face made him even cuter. Especially Feng Yuheng's beautiful hair, Qingle was so jealous that he almost went crazy.
She didn't know how she walked back to her seat until Chenyu helped her sit down and whispered something in her ear, and then she came back to her senses.
Seeing that the affairs of Prince Ding'an's family had been dealt with, people felt that the atmosphere of today's palace banquet was really weird, and it would be better to end it early. If it was dragged on, who knows what would happen.
So someone couldn't help but take the initiative to move the fixed items of the palace banquet forward a step: "Your Majesty, I found a treasure a few days ago, and I brought it to the palace today to present it to Your Majesty...
, I wish your beauty will always be in full bloom and flourish forever."
Feng Yuheng understood that this was the beginning of giving gifts to the Queen.
She turned her head and asked Huang Quan beside her: "Is everything done?"
Huang Quan nodded: "Don't worry, Miss."
She raised the corner of her lips and smiled, then glanced at Feng Chenyu, only to see that she was talking to Qingle with her head lowered, with a slightly flustered look on her face.
Qingle wrapped her headscarf back on her head. It was no longer as delicate as before, but a mess. She no longer had the aura of a princess.
She gently tugged at Xiangrong's sleeve, leaned in close and said to her, "There will be a good show at the palace banquet later, open your eyes and watch carefully."
Xiangrong was puzzled, "There's more good stuff? Second sister, I've really opened my eyes today. I didn't know that the banquet in the palace was so exciting. There was even a murder. Could there be a better show?"
Feng Yuheng nodded: "The previous scene has little to do with us, the latter scene is the highlight."
Xiangrong didn't understand what Feng Yuheng said, but she had a skill, which was to take the initiative to think that everything her second sister said was right. So she sat upright and waited for the show.
Xuan Tiange noticed that since the gift-giving session began, Qingle's eyes had been glancing at their table from time to time. She poked Feng Yuheng: "That woman is looking at you, right?"
Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, I would be looking at you!"
"That's definitely not the case. I've always been kind to others and never bullied the weak. Her vicious eyes can't kill me."
Feng Yuheng twitched the corner of his mouth. Xuan Tiange, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue when you say this?
The moonlit night palace banquets of the Dashun Dynasty, I don't know since when, automatically added the part of giving gifts to the empress. In the past, when the empress dowager was alive, gifts had to be given to the empress dowager as well, but the emperor didn't have to flatter.
Generally speaking, expensive gifts are sent by ministers of the previous dynasty, while female relatives mostly send small and thoughtful gifts as a token of their appreciation.
As the prime minister of a dynasty, Feng Jinyuan naturally had to set an example first. After the first person who presented the gift returned to his seat, Feng Jinyuan stood up, walked to the middle of the hall with a wooden box, knelt down to the queen, and said: "On behalf of the Feng family, I present a seven-colored stone for the queen to play with."
Everyone rubbed their eyes. Colorful stones? What the hell is that?
Everyone stretched their necks to look at Feng Jinyuan.
Feng Jinyuan slowly opened the wooden box in his hand and explained the so-called seven-color stone to people. He said: "The seven-color stone is naturally formed and belongs to jade, but seven colors appear on a piece of stone, and the jade also grows into petals, which looks like a seven-color flower..."
While he was talking, the wooden box had been completely opened. Everyone was attracted by his narration, including the emperor and the empress. Emperor Tianwu always liked rare treasures, and the empress also loved to play with new things. The two of them stood up from the dragon throne hand in hand, walked forward a few steps, and cast their eyes straight at the wooden box.
However, Feng Jinyuan, who was originally very proud, was dumbfounded the moment the wooden box was opened - the box was empty.
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