Zhenbei Palace, main hall.

Lu Wudi, the king of Zhenbei, is sitting on the main throne, facing the mountains and mountains, looking majestic.

As the only king with a different surname in the Dafeng Dynasty, Lu Wudi controlled the situation in the Northern Territory and was known as the Iron-Blooded Man Slayer. He galloped on the battlefield and killed countless enemies when he was young.

Nowadays, I cultivate my mind and nature, and although I am restrained, I still give people a sense of oppression without anger or self-power.

Song Qing, the eldest princess of the Ming Dynasty, was sitting in the guest seat, wearing a bright red dress with a noble temperament.

She has an extremely beautiful face, picturesque eyebrows, a pretty nose, and her lips are dotted with bright-colored rouge that matches her red dress.

The fair and slender neck was slightly raised, the bright gemstone necklace was vividly shining, falling on the proud mountain peak, and the slim waist was highlighted by the well-cut skirt.

Only the jade feet hidden in the skirt are looming, attracting people's imagination.

"Uncle Lu, is the prince really so busy with government affairs?"

Song Qing took a sip of tea, with a hint of ridicule in her words.

Before coming here, she had already checked the details of Lu Nianli and knew that the prince liked to live a romantic life. He also published a list called 'Rouge Review' and was sought after by a group of like-minded powerful men.

But that’s fine.

This unambitious prince was exactly what she wanted.

"Eldest Princess, don't be anxious." Lu Wudi smiled and said, "I have asked the guards to inform Nian Li, and he will be there in time for tea."

As a father, he had nothing to do about his child being born with a disabled body. He also understood that the child was decadent in heart and it was not easy to scold him.

Fortunately, I finally found a way to deal with it.

Although the eldest princess of the Ming Dynasty in front of him is very calculating and ambitious, as long as he can let Nianli embark on martial arts, Lu Wudi is confident that he can pave the way for his son's future.

"Sister, I'm back."

At this moment, a crisp voice came from outside the main hall door.

Lu Wudi and Song Qing looked outside the main hall at the same time. A girl was walking towards this direction. She was wearing a white brocade dress trimmed with gold and holding a folding fan in her hand.

She is obviously a young girl, but she is dressed like a white jade master.

The girl entered the door, glanced at Lu Wudi, and bowed to greet him, "Song Ran of the Ming Dynasty has met the King of Zhenbei."

"No need to be too polite." King Zhenbei laughed, "Come, please take a seat with the little princess and serve tea."

He looked around for a moment.

Compared with the noble and cool eldest princess Song Qing, the little princess Song Ran is cute and cute, and is more suitable to be Nian Li's wife.

The little princess Song Ran was not polite. She sat down next to Song Qing and whispered a few words in her sister's ear.

Song Qing, who was originally smiling, suddenly frowned.

Is the prince of the Northern Territory as good as Longyang?

If that were the case, this marriage would be difficult to handle. She could accept Lu Nianli's occasional romance, but she could never tolerate his involvement in such disgusting things.

wrong!

She reacted quickly.

With Lu Nianli's dandy character and his overwhelming power in the Northern Territory, there was no need to hide his hobbies, as they had long been spread among the powerful.

The person Xiao Ran met in the brothel was probably Lu Nianli.

Xiao Ran, who has been pampered since childhood and is ignorant of worldly affairs, must have been teased by the Northern Crown Prince.

This loophole was easily discovered by Song Qing.

Her brows stretched again, and the smile on Song Qing's lips became thicker. After hearing Xiao Ran's words, she suddenly became interested in the Northern Territory Crown Prince.

Why did Lu Nianli deliberately discredit himself?

Is it because you don’t want to marry yourself?

She is very confident in her talent and appearance, and she is still not inferior to the top one in Dafeng Rouge's ranking.

"interesting."

Song Qing thought in her mind, took the painting in Song Ran's hand, put it on the table and unfolded it, and said with a smile: "Uncle Lu, this painting was made for the prince by an expert among the people. What do you think of it?"

The scroll unfolds and the gaze freezes.

The King of Zhenbei was not surprised, but Song Qing's heart was first stirred up.

At that moment, the charm in the painting resonated with her mind.

Looking at the figure in the painting, he is a handsome young man, as handsome as jade, with piercing eyes, as if the real Lu Nianli was standing in front of her, staring at her.

How could she feel such a ridiculous feeling with her cultivation in the Wenxuan Realm?

She began to doubt her guess again.

Could it be that the painter was not Lu Nianli himself, but one of his close friends?

How much do you have to care deeply to be able to draw the Northern Prince so brilliantly just by relying on the impression in your mind?

Also shocked was Zhenbei Wang Lu Wudi.

At first glance, the person in the painting is his son Lu Nianli. However, upon closer inspection, there is a huge difference in temperament. The Lu Nianli in the painting is more like an immortal from heaven.

"Little princess, who made this painting?" Lu Wudi asked proactively.

"I don't know him either."

Song Ran recalled: "I met this man in Manchun Tower. He said he was the prince's sworn friend, and then he gave me this painting and left."

"Nianli's sworn friend?"

Lu Wudi was confused. He had never heard that Nianli had any sworn friends, only a group of bad friends.

Could it be that Nianli was pretending to be that person?

But when did Nianli's attainments in painting become so remarkable?

"Uncle Lu, there is a saying that my niece doesn't know whether to say or not." Song Ran said.

"Please tell me."

"The prince knew that he wanted to marry my sister, but he still had a close relationship with the painter. This move would be an insult to my sister."

Facing the prestigious King Zhenbei, Song Ran had no fear.

She came here just to prevent her sister from becoming a victim of her father's ambition and marrying the prince of the Northern Territory.

It doesn't hurt to say it a little harshly.

Anyway, after this time, they will never set foot in the Northern Territory again. If they really come here, it will be when the Ming Dynasty completely annexes the Dafeng Dynasty.

"Xiao Ran, don't be rude to Uncle Lu."

Song Qing scolded softly, "We can't slander the crown prince without evidence."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Wudi was not angry, but smiled even happier.

He had watched his son grow up since childhood. Nianli was a little decadent, but he would never have that kind of habit. It must be the little princess Song Ran who was teased by Nianli.

In order to avoid this marriage, Nianli worked really hard!

Song Ran's cheeks were bulging with anger, but she didn't know that she was the only little fool in the audience.

Song Qing smiled and said: "Uncle Lu, the time for tea has passed, and the prince is still unwilling to come out to see us. How about Uncle Lu taking us two sisters to visit the Wutong Garden where the prince lives?"

"?" A question mark appeared on Song Ran's forehead.

Why are things different from what you imagined?

Not only does my sister not retreat, but she becomes more and more proactive?

Doesn’t that prince just look better? Besides good looks, what other special qualities does he have?

When did my sister become so superficial?

However, Lu Wudi's eyes lit up. He thought that this plan would be quite difficult and the eldest princess of the Ming Dynasty might not be willing to marry. Unexpectedly, Song Qing didn't mind that.

"If you don't follow the etiquette carefully, you have wronged the eldest princess."

After that, Lu Wudi led Song Qing towards Wutong Garden.

Song Ran was stunned for a moment.

Struggle in my heart.

"Forget it, that prince is indeed good-looking, but just looking at him doesn't mean it's against his will."

She quickly convinced her.

He rolled up the scroll on the table and chased after him.

After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.
To be continued...