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"In that case, the princess, please come back."

He opened his lips indifferently and replied, and then walked away indifferently.

Ling Lan stared blankly at his back, and then she was vaguely enlightened—could it be that the Prime Minister turned out to be voluntary?

She returned to the front yard in a trance, her heart was full of emotions, and she was still a little unbelievable. But the ministers had already stood in two rows, so she had to stand in the messenger's seat, looking up at the grand scene on the high platform.

The hall was majestic, and all the officials of the imperial court stood in line, bowed their heads, and respectfully congratulated them in unison.

The young prime minister stood indifferently at a high place, with one hand gently resting on the armrest of the dragon chair, Qing Mo's eyes were staring at the bottom quietly, and the queen was coming slowly.

Some old officials looked at the look of the head of Jinghua Rong's family.

The honorable eldest son of the Rong family is now one of the new emperor's harem, so everyone is naturally very curious about the old man's mood.

Old Rong looked up at Rong Xian on the high platform, but was full of helplessness. The most outstanding son of the Rong family, with an incomparably noble background and an unparalleled appearance, is willing to be used by one person...

A word for love.

In the end, he had to sigh softly, lowered his head, and showed a slight smile.

Either way. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. Even the Rong family can't control the Prime Minister.

The decoration is splendid, the scene is grand and majestic, the young empress slowly walks up the steps, under the golden crown, the drooping beads jump.

She smiled slightly and reached out to the Prime Minister.

Rong Xian pursed his lips and carefully held the hand she handed over. For a moment, something seemed to be filled in his heart, and a smile appeared on his thin lips.

Lily of the valley saw it.

She stared blankly at the beautiful young man in red, and the curvature on her lips was amazing, but that smile was not directed at her... but at another woman.

Ling Lan suddenly remembered that in the hunting ground that day, the prime minister asked the emperor softly what he wanted... and earlier, when she saw two people in the prime minister's mansion, she felt that Rong Xian had never been so close to anyone...

call. She let out a sigh of relief, as if she wanted to spit out her extreme jealousy.

She stared closely at the woman on the high platform, thinking uncontrollably, that is the happiest person in the world.

As the emperor of the Great Le Dynasty, the person beside the pillow is someone like Rong Xian...

In the end, Lily of the Valley could only be with the others, raising her sleeves, gritted her teeth and bowed her head to worship.

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On the night of the ceremony, the emperor and the prime minister went shopping at the night market. Nights without curfew are wonderful, with lanterns hanging from the stalls.

Yu Chu pulled the sleeves of the person next to him while covering his face with the mask, and suddenly asked, "You confessed to me inexplicably that day, why?"

Rong Xian's movements paused slightly.

A few seconds later, he lightly stretched out his hand to hold the mask, and Yu Chu heard the young boy's cool and cold voice:

"I won't tell you."

"..." Yu Chu's eyes widened.

Originally, I just asked casually, but I didn't expect this guy to hide it. She raised her eyebrows: "Why didn't you tell me? Is there anything shameful?"

The boy in white took her hand and walked forward slowly, his voice was gentle and gentle: "It's not that you are shameful. By the way, are you eating candied haws today?"

After hearing the reminder, Yu Chu turned to look for the grandfather who sold the candied haws.

The young man in the back slightly curved his clear ink eyes.

Not invisible.

Just, never want to recall.

He slowly followed in the footsteps of the girl in front of him, and his heart was peaceful. Good times.