Today is the last day for King An and King Su to choose a concubine. If nothing unexpected happens, the emperor and the empress and several empresses personally saw the person in the morning, and the marriage decree will be delivered in the afternoon. The women in various prefectures are curious about whose daughters will fly to the branches, and the ministers in the court also attach great importance to the family of the princes and their wives. When they go to court and walk together, they will inevitably say a few words.

Fu Pinyan walked calmly, seemingly indifferent to the lowly whispers nearby, but now there is a faint blue color.

Fu Pinchuan patted his shoulder, "Don't think too much before the result comes out."

He didn't know how to persuade him. One niece and the other niece were not of high origin and were beautiful. This time he entered the palace, most of the time... and the sourness of his beloved daughter being brought home as a concubine, he still cannot let go of his father.

Fu Pinyan nodded, and saw several figures coming to Chongzheng Hall in his eyes. He stared at him sideways.

It was Prince Su and others, and King An also came.

Those who are the real pride of heaven. The daughters he has been in his hands for more than ten years will be allowed to be chosen by them, but it may not be necessary...

Fu Pinyan speeded up.

The prince and others entered Chongzheng Hall.

Emperor Jiahe raised his head from the desk, glanced at the three grooms in turn, smiled and put down his pen, walked to the couch over there, looked at King An and said, "Look, you, the seventh uncle, are going to ask for a wife with a few nephews, let alone the eldest and second brothers are almost daddy."

King Kang laughed loudly, his phoenix eyes were almost squeezed out by the fat on his face.

Emperor Jiahe glared at him, and King Kang immediately shut up and touched his nose awkwardly.

Xu Ping gave in helplessly to Emperor Jiahe: "In front of them, the emperor, don't joke with me."

"Okay, let you go once." Emperor Jiahe nodded and asked how the Wuzi Prince's Mansion was repaired.

On the fifth day of the Chinese New Year, the prince had been named King Cheng. The house chosen by Emperor Jiahe himself was repaired and expanded by the Ministry of Works. King Cheng was of course very familiar with the progress. At this time, he stepped forward and replied: "It has basically been repaired, and people should be able to live in the middle of the month."

The prince laughed when he heard this: "My father heard it. The fifth brother is hinting that you are planning a breakfast for his wedding day."

King Cheng looked embarrassed, his face turned red with an anxious face. He stammered and defended: "I don't mean that..."

Several people joked with each other, and the palace was full of joy.

Only Xu Jin's face has no expression on his face.

Emperor Jiahe was thinking about who his son liked. After chatting for a few more words, he sent everyone else away, leaving Xu Jin alone with a question: "Jing Xing, I will go to the Imperial Garden in half an hour. If you don't tell me, I will choose the wrong person for you. Don't blame your father."

Xu Jin was silent, and after a moment, he lowered his eyes and said, "In the first month of the year, the general's house held a banquet, and I fell in love with a girl."

Emperor Jiahe couldn't help but lean forward.

In my mind was her figure standing on the ice with a white face. Xu Jin smiled and looked directly at the man in front of him and said, "Father, my son is interested in the girl from the second house of the Marquis of Jingyang, the second daughter of Fu Pinyan. She has a outstanding appearance. My son thinks that only she is worthy of me."

Emperor Jiahe was stunned, and then lit up Xu Jin and cursed: "I have a thick-skinned face! But my son's dragon and phoenix chapter is indeed rare. There are indeed few girls who can favor you. It seems that the girl in the Fu family is extremely beautiful."

Xu Jin acquiesced.

After the doubt was resolved, Emperor Jiahe did not agree immediately and pondered: "But is her identity a little low? If you like it, I will point her to you as a concubine, and then choose a real noble daughter from a noble family." The fifth princess comes from the Duke of Qingguo's mansion, and the fourth prince is just a daughter of a concubine's son. What would those court officials think if it is spread?

Xu Jin declined: "The father's good intentions are accepted by his son, but his son has a high vision and ordinary women cannot be seen. It is rare to meet someone who is lazy to care about her identity. I am the one who marrys her, so I don't care about her parents' home."

These words were impulsive and irrational. He took it for granted, but Emperor Jiahe could not speak for a long time after hearing them.

If you don’t care about the power of your wife, probably only the fourth son would think so? The remaining princes, not to mention themselves, their mother and mother, don’t you want your son to marry a wife from a high family? And the queen has a crown prince, and she also has a niece for her parents’ family to increase the bargaining chips.

The fourth brother also has a cousin, but Concubine Shu didn't take the initiative to mention it, and he was the one who decided it all.

The fourth brother himself is also a stupid person. He doesn’t care about his wife’s identity. Do you really like that girl?

When he was young, he thought he was deeply in love and could not marry that person.

"Okay, I know everything. Don't worry, I will get you what you want." Emperor Jiahe waved his hand and signaled Xu Jin to go down.

~

Fengyi Palace.

The queen stood in front of a lush Yaohuang and asked casually: "Why are you here now? I'm going to the Imperial Garden in a while."

The prince waved his hands to the palace maids serving the side, approached the queen and said, "Mother Queen, there is only one concubine in her uterus. Why not take advantage of the time when the mother chose a concubine and point one to her son, right?"

The queen paused with her hand touching Peony Petal, her expression remained unchanged: "Tell me, which girl I've fallen in love with again."

The prince whispered.

The queen sneered and turned to the other Erqiao plant, "You are a person who can appreciate flowers and knows the beauty of Erqiao, but don't forget that the Fu family is also a noble family. Will they let their two daughters be your concubines? It's not embarrassing to spread it. I think your face is exhausted. You should die as soon as possible!"

I saw scissors placed in the tray next to me and cut off the Erqiao.

She really regretted that she was not strong enough. Her two sons were the eldest, but she could not do anything except a good face. Her literary talent was not as good as the King Cheng who was born by Concubine Duan, and her martial arts were not as good as Prince Su who was Shu. This was fine. Not only was this man not enterprising, but he also thought about the flowers all day long. As for the second son, he had no skin, and the emperor would look down on him if he was blind.

The more I thought about it, the more angry she became. The queen threw away the scissors in time, for fear that she could not help but poke her son.

The prince was scolded and realized that he was wrong. He hurriedly followed him and pinched the shoulders of the queen. He pressed the person to the chair and said, "The queen mother calmed down. It was because the son wanted to leave. However, the son really liked her and could not marry her back as a concubine. The queen mother could let her lose the election and go home. The son promised that as long as he got her, he would never be moved in the future and study peacefully."

The beauty returned home, and he found another opportunity to ask for it another day, and took it back to his house as a concubine to raise him.

The queen was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The prince repeatedly asked for trouble, and the queen was impatient and had to ask who he liked, and then went to the Imperial Garden.

~

Yingxuan’s noble girl was also ready, and she walked out of the house one by one, and when she went out, her eyes first turned to the opponents in the yard.

As arrogant as Li Huarong, she was wearing a big red dress. At first glance, she looked like the gorgeous purple phoenix rising from the sunset in the peonies.

As beautiful as Cui Wan, the pink beanie paired with a plain white long skirt, as delicate as Zhao pink.

Those with low status, such as Shen Qing, chose a simple and elegant light green skirt, which gave a kind of pure and refined charm in the pink skirt.

After standing, everyone was quietly waiting for other companions. When Fu Rong's door opened, the yard suddenly became quiet for a moment.

But unlike what they expected, Fu Rong did not make a stunning appearance after several days of low-key appearance. She still had the inconspicuous outfit. The precious beaded hairpin on her bun is simple and simple. The dress is also a rare good material. She will never make people laugh when she wears it. But the color is too ordinary, and it is also pink, which is much lighter than Cui Wan's...

This kind of dress is obviously not about to stand out.

Someone quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while others showed doubts.

Fu Rong seemed to have not realized it and stood beside Chen Qing with a smile.

"How about the third sister..." Chen Qing asked in a low voice, not finishing her sentence, but she believed that Fu Rong could understand.

Fu Rong smiled and looked at her skirt that looked like the spring grass, and whispered: "Because I'm the same as my sister, I don't want to do it."

Chen Qing reluctantly smiled.

Everyone was all together, headed to the Imperial Garden together.

After waiting by the peony flowers for a while, I finally caught a glimpse of the Holy Driving. Emperor Jiahe and the queen in gorgeous formal clothes walked side by side. Concubine Shu Duan and several empresses followed softly, and moved to the pavilion before the girls waiting to meet in the pavilion.

Fu Rong was not worried about being close to the saint. Before going out, she applied thicker powder on her face and deliberately drew the ends of her eyes, so that she would not show off among the beauties. Fu Rong didn't even use the flower porch and deliberately put down her bangs to avoid the flower porch from attracting attention.

After the ceremony, Fu Rong and Chen Qing stood side by side behind the other two girls, lowering their eyebrows and narrowing their eyes.

Emperor Jiahe turned his head and talked to Concubine Shu, as if he had never paid attention to her.

The queen looked at Fu Rong and was about to kill the four of them when Emperor Jiahe suddenly turned his head and asked Fu Rong: "Are you Fu Pinyan's second daughter?"

When Fu Rong and the girls came over, there was a female official holding a sign next to her. When she entered the emperor's eyes, she would take it out separately. Just now, Fu Rong saw that the queen seemed to be about to chase someone out, and her heartbeat was almost stopped nervously. I wonder if it was because King An didn't do it well, or if he accidentally pretended to be too ugly, but when he was nervous and regretted, he heard the emperor's name, so he hurried forward and responded softly.

Jiahedi nodded: "Looks good."

Concubine Shu looked at him in confusion and looked at Fu Rong again. So far, there were only three people who were praised by the emperor. Concubine Shu guessed that her son had already made a secret with his father. Could it be that Miss Fu might be the person her son liked?

She showed something strange, the queen seemed to be aware of it, and her eyes darkly swept back and forth between Emperor Jiahe and Fu Rong.

The female official next to her took out Fu Rong's sign and put it in another tray.

After that, when the queen saw that Emperor Jiahe was no longer interested, she signaled Fu Rong's four girls to go down.

Fu Rong was calm on his face and was secretly happy.

King An must have begged the emperor, right?

After continuing to admire the peony for a while, after Emperor Jiahe and others moved, Fu Rong was finally able to leave the palace and go home.

~

As noon approached, Xu Ping entered Chongzheng Hall again.

Emperor Jiahe ordered Wanquan to hand him a few portraits and said with a smile: "These are the most outstanding among these noble girls. Two of them were decided by the fourth and fifth mothers who were unreasonable. I will not show them to you. You can pick them from here, and choose them together. After picking them, I will choose them for a few young concubines."

Xu Ping sat down with a smile.

After flipping through one picture after another, there was no expectation for the person.

When he arrived at the last picture, Xu Ping smiled bitterly, put down the portrait and walked to Emperor Jiahe to kneel down: "Please forgive me for your crime, brother."

"What are you doing?" Emperor Jiahe stood up and helped him.

Xu Ping couldn't afford it, calmly and calmly: "Please forgive me for being above the top. The girls selected by the emperor are good, but unfortunately there is no one that can catch my eye. The emperor, Bu Yang has a problem. Anyone who serves around him, regardless of whether it is good or not, should be pleased with his wife. This is even more true for his wife. If there is no suitable one, Bu Yang would rather imitate the ancients' plum wife and crane son."

"You, take a closer look, there is really no one that catches your eyes?" Emperor Jiahe didn't believe in evil, so he walked over to look at the portrait and mentioned a few. Xu Ping was silent all the time. Even Emperor Jiahe proposed to bring the real person in front of him and chose him, but he would not answer.

He was stubborn and Emperor Jiahe was furious and bombed the man out.

Xu Ping knelt outside Chongzheng Hall for another half an hour before returning to the mansion next time with full persuasion.

Fu Rong was unaware of the situation in the palace.

She held her younger brother who had not seen for several days and talked to her family. Before her father and brother came back on duty, Fu Wanke had already come here.
To be continued...