The Emperor is Expecting!

The cave is full of red yarn and red silk, and the bright lights are bright, which looks very festive.

Yan Ye went to the inner room and saw that Hua Ling was sitting upright with a red hijab, and the mother-in-law, who was waiting beside him, saw him coming and gave a gift. Yan Ye waved her hand and ordered them to step down.

Soon, only two of them were left in the huge house. There was silence for a while, with the occasional crackle of burning candles.

Yan Ye looked at the man near him, with a sneer on his face. This Kanguo government is the man of King Zhao. The mother of King Zhao is now the successor. This successor and the younger sister are the relatives and sisters of a milk compatriot, and the mother of the prince who was killed fifteen years ago.

Therefore, if this marriage is not a bit nasty, I'm afraid the fool will not believe it!

Ban Yan was planning to turn around and go out, and then he heard a "grumbling", and then looked at his princess, his hands quickly covering his stomach.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Unlike the cry that I heard during the day, the voice is clear and translucent, with the cleanliness of the young man, and the voice is a little small, I can't hear it without careful listening.

"Hungry? There is a snack on the table. Come and get it by yourself." The feast turned up with a little interest. He thought that the new princess would complain like tears during the day that he came back too late and made himself hungry.

"Me, I have a hijab on my head. See, I can't see the way." The voice was still small, with some vibrato, was this scaring?

The feast was thought for a while, and the marriage has become a right and left. Yan Yan did not expect that he would cover the hijab, nor was he ready to weigh the rod. He just stepped forward and lifted the hijab with his hand.

Hua Ling lowered her head and could not see her appearance.

"Well, you can eat it by yourself." Yan Ye didn't have that curiosity and asked him to look up to see what he looked like.

Hua Ling grasped the clothes with both hands and rubbed the ground a little bit. As soon as the **** left the bed, she leaned forward suddenly. Fortunately, Yan Yan quickly hugged him with her eyes.

"Ah-" He shouted in horror because of the change, and saw that he fell into a warm embrace, all the way to the tip of his ears.

"More, thank you." Hua Ling stood up from the arms of Yan Yan, "I'm so useless. My legs are soft after sitting for a while."

Only then did Yan Ye see his appearance clearly. Hua Ling had a face that was more beautiful than a woman, but she did not have a hint of femininity, which would not make people mistake him for a woman. Especially those big round eyes added a little innocence to this face. Pulling him down a few years, he looked like a fifteen or six year old.

The feast banished God, not that he was deceived by beauty, but he did not expect his princess to look so beautiful. The doubt in this heart deepened.

"Anyway," Ban Ye saw him standing still, and asked, "Can you leave yourself?"

Hua Ling answered carefully, "Yes, yes."

Hua Ling had already reached the table, and Yan Ye wanted to leave again.

"Brother——" Hua Ling's crisp voice came from behind.

brother? No one has ever called him his elder brother, but he is only called his brother.

Banyan turned her head and asked in confusion: "What else?"

"Brother, don't you eat?" Hua Ling looked at him with a plate of snacks, his eyes blinked and he was full of longing.

"I don't eat, you eat it." Yan Yan tried not to look at those eyes.

"But you can't eat it unless you eat it." Hua Ling's eyes suddenly became a little disappointed, and her mouth narrowed.

The feast said: "You eat it yourself, don't worry about me."

Hua Ling asked: "Brother, aren't you hungry?"

I do n’t think so, but this is indeed a bit hungry. After a long day of toss, although there was a wedding banquet just now, he ate and drank a few glasses of wine, and did not eat any other bite.

It seemed that he saw the hesitation of Yan Yan, and Hua Ling went up and pulled his sleeve gently: "Brother, sit down and eat with me."

I don't know if he is really hungry, or if Hua Ling looks too poor. In short, the feast followed him to the table.

Hua Ling picked a few delicious snacks and brought them to the party: "Brother, you eat."

After seeing the banquet eaten, he happily took his leftover snacks and ate them.

Yan Ye looked at the two of their pastries and asked, "How are we two different?" Obviously, Hua Ling gave him a lot better than he left himself.

Hua Ling was busy putting down the half-bitten snack and swallowing the contents of her mouth. This is what she said: "The delicious thing should be left to my brother, and it's the same in my house."

"In the house? Aren't you just your brother?" Yan Ye didn't have a good impression of Hua Qiancheng, even with the belief that the children of the Hua family were all kind of spoiled, unintentional son-in-law, but did not expect that the little princess he had married was quite Be polite.

"My mother said that good things should be given to parents and brothers and sisters." Hua Ling said scrupulously, this mother refers to Yang.

Yan asked curiously, "What kind of is yours?"

"Of course it was the father, mother, brother and sister who picked the rest."

"Don't you feel wronged?"

Hua Ling glanced at him in surprise: "Don't my brother know the story of Kong Rong getting pears?"

The feast was stunned by him, and then smiled: "Of course I know."

"You are older than me, and I am younger than you, so good things are for you. And my brothers and sisters are younger than me. As an older brother, I should let them." Hua Ling said, This eye looked again at the snack on the table.

"Hurry up." Yan Yan took a bite first, and Hua Ling saw that he had eaten, then picked up the cake and took a bite. After eating five or six in a row, it seemed to be full, and poured a cup of tea before the feast: "Brother, please use tea."

Yan Ye took a sip, and he poured himself a drink, and then stared at Yan Ye with big eyes.

The dinner party did not rush away: "Your mother, do you often teach you something?"

"Yeah!" Hua Ling didn't seem to be as restrained as she was just now. "She can teach me a lot of things, I can do everything like piano, calligraphy, painting, and textiles."

The feast frowned. The piano, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy were reasonable, but what about textiles and clothes? Isn't this what women should learn?

"Brother, look, the pattern on this hijab was embroidered by me one stitch at a time." Hua Ling Xianbao presented the red hijab with his hands to the feast, with pride in his words.

The banquet took a look, and this red hijab was embroidered with a picture of a tadpole, and the embroidery was exquisite and beautiful. The red hijab is also embroidered with a circle of gold silk, which looks elegant and luxurious. He didn't pay attention to the red hijab originally, it was only embroidered by the people of the Kangle Government, but it was from Hua Ling's hand.

Yan Ye looked up and saw Hua Ling looking at him with a look of praise, and coughed softly: "Quite, pretty."

"And the suit I wear is also made by myself." Hua Ling said, "When I was a child, my mother often told me that I must let me learn the female red, so that I would not be caught when I came to my husband's house. Disgusting. "

Banyan frowned slightly, when you were young? often? This is never thought of marrying him?

The style of the wedding dress was the same as that of Hua Ling. The wedding dress of Yan Ye was made in the palace. He thought that Hua Ling also did it. He did not expect that even the clothes were made by himself.

"You—" the feast halted again and asked, "Have you learned horseback archery?"

"Never learned," Hua Ling shook her head, and smiled and said, "My mother said that I don't need to learn that, those are too hard, and the pain is enough for my brothers to eat. Although my mother is not my mother, but It hurts me and I can't bear to suffer a little bit. "

"Then how do you read your book?" Yan Yan asked again.

"Well," Hua Ling replied, "can write poetry."

The feast said, "Listen to that poem."

"What to do first?" Hua Ling's eyes glanced around the room. "Yes, today is our day of great joy, I will make a song on this subject."

Hua Ling gently whispered and started to write poetry—

"There is a big happy event today."

The tea in the mouth almost spit out the tea.

"My brother and I are close."

Banyan took a deep breath and listened as he continued to read.

"Since then we have one heart."

"Hmm ..." The last sentence seemed to be a bit stuck, Hua Ling frowned, frowned, and thought for a moment, "Eun Ai has been loving for hundreds of years."

After the poem was finished, Hua Ling didn't forget to ask, "Brother, how am I doing this poem?" Although I asked, my face was full of confidence.

"No, not bad." Looking at his smiling face, the feast praised with ambiguous conscience.

"My mother also said that my poems are good," Hua Ling, who was praised, smiled even more happily. "She often praises me, and she also said that her younger brother's poems were too complicated to be as good as mine."

"The Master thinks so too?"

"In the beginning, a master said that my poetry was not good. My mother said that he didn't have much knowledge. He mistakenly discarded him, and then he was kicked away. Then he invited a master to come back. Then. "

"Then your mother didn't say when you can take the imperial examination?" Yan Yan continued. "After all, after all, the book was read so well, it should have served the court earlier."

Hua Ling said: "The mother said that I don't need to test any merit, and that this seat of the leisure and grandfather will be mine in the future. As a companion like a tiger, it is better to just be a grandfather who is at ease."

Having said that, Yan Yan already knows what she wants to know. So clever woman, so vicious.

The little princess was blinking at him with pretty big eyes, wondering what she was thinking. Banyan sighed silently, really a poor little fool.

Yan Ye unloaded a lot of defense from Hua Ling, but he wasn't completely defenseless, he still needed to observe it later.

At first the feast decided to be a husband in name only, and Xu Shi's same experience of bereavement made him reluctant. Two decisions were made in the heart of the feast: if you hide mischief, I will get rid of it quickly; if you are as innocent as you see, I will let you go home if you find a good person in the future.