Chapter 226: Your Majesty Please Respect Yourself (31)

Prime Minister Wen was stunned for a moment. He felt a little uncomfortable. Although he had ignored this daughter for so many years, he was suddenly told that she was dead.

"Why did Your Majesty kill Wen Yuan? Don't tell me that she is an assassin. It's really impossible. I don't believe it."

The dark side was expressionless: "Lord Wen, to tell you the truth, it was because she offended the Empress that she offended His Majesty."

Prime Minister Wen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't realize who the empress was, "Empress Empress?"

After thinking for a few seconds, the corners of his eyes twitched, "Is it Yu'er? Why does this involve Yu'er again?"

An Yi: "Wen Yuan insulted the empress, and even cursed her to die. This way, she offends her superiors and humiliates the empress."

"Sin deserves death."

As soon as Wen Yu was mentioned, Prime Minister Wen's guilt that had finally risen in his heart disappeared immediately, and he even frowned.

He never concealed his eccentricity.

How could Wen Yuan be compared with Yu'er.

Prime Minister Wen said slowly: "This Wen Yuan usually lives in peace, she never thought that she would be so harboring evil intentions... Forget it, since that's the case, the truth is that she doesn't have this daughter."

This is indeed a cool thing to say.

But it was no wonder Prime Minister Wen.

Because ah.

Any kind of love is selfish, we only care about the people we care about.

*

It was the second spring of the emperor's wedding.

Ten miles of red makeup, hundreds of miles of beauty.

This wedding was so grand and extravagant to the extreme that many years later, the people of Dayan still remembered that prosperous and prosperous time.

The day of the big wedding.

The prime minister's mansion is also full of lanterns and festoons, colorful silks are flying, glazed lamps are spinning to give off light, rockery and green pools are beautiful.

But at dawn, Fu Yue was urged by the maid to put on makeup.

The elder nun helped her with her hair, and the benevolent old woman combed her hair and hummed softly:

"Crush to the end,

Two combs until the white hair is even with the eyebrows,

Three combs to the children and grandchildren everywhere,

Comb four times until the four silver shoots are neatly marked,

..."

The bronze mirror has a yellow halo and is slightly blurred, but the peerless beauty of the beauty can still be seen.

The eyebrows are far away, and the lips are red.

Fu Yue's delicate and pale eyebrows and eyes, because of the makeup, and the bright red wedding dress, actually set off her a bit of vitality.

It is a kind of thin and weak beauty.

Sitting next to Fu Yue, the prime minister's wife was crying. She held a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, "My Yu'er is getting married tomorrow, mother can't bear you!"

Hearing the familiar cry of the prime minister's wife, Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.

My brain hurts a bit.

She raised her hand and gently pulled the Prime Minister's wife's sleeve, and whispered: "Mother, it's almost enough, and it's not the first time to get married, so don't cry like it's real."

The prime minister's wife: "..."

She patted Fu Yue's hand lightly, "What are you talking about, you don't know the door."

Even so.

But after Fu Yue made such a fuss, the prime minister's wife really couldn't cry.

Even faintly wanted to laugh.

*

The emperor and empress got married.

Yan Ci naturally also participated.

Staring at the slender figure not far away, Yan Ci's eyes were a little dazed, and Bai Baijun's face was expressionless.

None of the other ministers dared to go up and talk to Yan Ci, because they all knew what was going on, so naturally they didn't dare to go up and make trouble.

Sudden.

Yan Ci stood up, holding a glass of wine with her white fingers, and her clear voice rang out in the hall, speaking calmly.

"My brother wishes my sister-in-law... a happy wedding."

There was an instant silence in the hall.

The ministers looked at each other in blank dismay.

What, what does His Highness King Ning want to do?

Yan Ci smiled, then raised his hand, raised his head, and drank the wine in the glass.

The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the wind, the night sky is beautiful tonight, and you... are also beautiful.

The world is coming to an end again

I will give Yan Ci a happy ending, see you in the early morning