Autumn has passed, and the next day is winter. The rising sun is rising, and the gray fog is constantly rolling in the air. Although it has not snowed yet, you can feel a trace of coldness flowing into your internal organs through your clothes. Mao Ting changed her clothes under the service of the palace maid. Today, she must cheer up and bury her brother's affairs in her heart. Because there is still one month before Li Chengfeng's disease occurs, she will return to the Liang Dynasty and deploy some things.

She entered the imperial study surrounded by many palace maids. Today, Mao Ting was wearing a red dress and mopping the floor. Her coat was white fox attacked. She was noble and elegant. Her long black hair was tied with a cloud bun, and several jade hairpins were inserted diagonally. She was eye-catching. Yelu Wanqing looked at Mao Ting's peerless beauty and smiled with satisfaction. Liang Ying seemed to be a clothes rack, and she looked good no matter how she dressed up.

"See the Queen Mother." Mao Ting gave a light salute, neither humble nor arrogant. Yelu Wanqing put down the memorial, waved to Mao Ting, and ordered the male servant beside him: "Go and take all the albums brought by the Minister of Rites to show the Four Emperors." The male servant took the order and soon ordered people to come in with a large table. Then, palace women and servants came in one after another, put the albums one by one on the table, and soon piled up into a small hill.

"My Queen, you are..." Mao Ting frowned in confusion, and could have guessed a little in her heart.

"Ryoying is not young anymore. There must always be a caring person around her. It is better to choose a suitable one to get married, so that the queen can enjoy the joy of family as soon as possible."

Yelu Wanqing took Mao Ting's hand, and Mao Ting's eyes were all in her eyes. She felt warm in her heart. She must have known that the Queen Mother had drunk all day long. The Queen Mother was so concerned about herself, how could she make her sad? How much? How long has anyone cared about her like this? She naturally couldn't go back. This outfit must pass like this. If marriage can make the Queen Mother happy, then what if she gets married? Who else can she fall in love with except her brother? Since she can't be with her brother, isn't it the same with whom she is with?

She smiled bitterly, and didn't even open the album. She took out a volume of album from the piled up mountains and handed it to the queen. She didn't even blink her eyes: "My Queen, let's just do this." After that, she performed a manner and took a leave.

"How can this child choose a husband so casually? She doesn't even look at the picture album." The queen shook her head docilely and went with her. She was more beautiful than the man selected by the Minister of Rites and the family. She had never seen these pictures. She wanted to watch them with Liang Ying, but she didn't know...

Yelu Wanqing sighed, opened the scroll helplessly, looked at the unparalleled face in the painting, and suddenly expanded her eyes.

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In the next three days, the news that the four princesses were about to get married spread throughout the streets and alleys. According to the customs of Lingxiao Kingdom, there is a custom of having a try-in marriage before getting married. The so-called trial marriage time is two months. If the woman is not satisfied with it, she can break off the engagement. How to try a marriage is a popular modern life before marriage.

Mao Ting was sitting on the soft couch and leaning against the grapes, completely ignoring the resentful gaze coming from Mu Qing beside her.

"Mu Qing, if you look at me with such a glance, I will mistakenly think that you fell in love with me. Could it be that you want to marry me?" Mao Ting ate the grapes in a funny way, with a teasing smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Mu Qing was frightened by this stare, and quickly lowered her head nervously, but the loss in her eyes became even more obvious. God knows that he knows how much he wants to marry her, but unfortunately, King Xiang is interested and the goddess is ruthless. He can feel it. Her feelings for him come from love and politeness, without any affection between men and women.

Just when he was very worried, a male servant who was guarding the door suddenly trotted in: "Your Highness, the housekeeper around the prince consort is asking for a meeting."

Prince Consort?

Mao Ting raised her eyebrows, but in fact she had no interest in this prince-consort. She would get married just to make the mother-in-law happy. Thinking of it, someone called the housekeeper in, but Mu Qing's resentful gaze beside her became more obvious. She lowered her head in disgustingly and looked like an abandoned young wife.

"The grass-roots attend your highness." The butler of the prince-consort is about forty years old, mature and steady. The gleam in his eyes can tell that he is a businessman at a glance.

"Get up, what's wrong with the prince-consort looking for me?" Mao Ting was also angry and asked straight to the point.

The housekeeper clapped his hands, and more than twenty young and strong guys came in in groups of two, carrying the box: "Open the box and show your highness."

After a while, golden light flashed. Mao Ting narrowed her eyes and reached out to block the dazzling light. After getting used to it, she put down her hand and found that more than ten boxes were filled with gold. She curled her lips and sneered: "The prince-consort is really a big deal. I don't know what such a big deal is like?"

After the discussions among the women and servants of the palace in the past few days, it was hard for her to not know. Her casually chosen son-in-law turned out to be the only son of Lingxiao's richest businessman.

The housekeeper coughed twice, and when he saw Mao Ting still staring at Jinzi, he couldn't help but feel proud. He took out the paper that had been prepared from his sleeve: "There is one million taels of gold here. As long as your highness signs the agreement, the million taels of gold will belong to Your Highness."

Mao Ting glanced at the treaty on the paper and found that it was nothing more than maintaining personal freedom after getting married and not forcing him to go to a room. They were only nominal couples and were not allowed to interfere with everything about him. Mao Ting nodded with satisfaction, with a dazzling smile on her lips. Very good, isn't this what she wants?

I also gave me one million taels of gold for free. God wished me. This prince-consort must not want to marry me. Out of the emperor's order, he was forced to do so, and he did not want to touch him. Should she press the weight a little bigger? She shook her fingers as clear as jade and snorted a word coldly: "Five."

"Five million taels of gold?" The housekeeper was about to get angry when he heard this. Aren't these four princesses talking big?

Mao Ting nodded understandingly, with a smile on her lips: "Since the prince consort can't afford this price, Mu Qing, give away the guest." The word "send" gave the butler a clever word. Before coming out, the young master repeatedly told him to let the fourth princess sign on this paper. If he did not complete the task, would the young master, who had always been boring and unruly, remove his butler from his position as the butler?

Forget it, the Ning family doesn’t have much money anyway! The housekeeper made up his mind and knelt on the ground: “Five million taels of gold are only five million taels of gold. I would like to ask Your Highness to sign. The grass-roots will send the remaining four million taels of gold later.”

Mao Ting was satisfied now, so she asked Mu Qing to bring the four treasures of the study, wrote down her name casually, looked at the content of the agreement, and nodded. There was a husband who was in name only, and it was indeed the best of both worlds. At least the queen could relax and not worry about herself.

Mu Qing secretly scanned the content of the agreement and was shocked, but he was happy. His Highness would agree to this agreement, which means that His Highness doesn't care about this marriage. Is it better to have a moon first and he has a chance?

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Fu Jingning was wearing a black brocade dress, with long hair slightly tied, a handsome face, a tall figure, strong and elegant. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his whole body exuded a cold atmosphere.

Only after he moved all the supplementary gifts he brought into the house did he slowly walk into the lobby.

He had already told his father that he was coming back. At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties, who was also wearing a black robe, gradually walked out of the lobby. He had a strong figure and a bit rough face. He looked like he was from a general.

"Dad." Fu Jingning called out a short sentence, but it contained a deep feeling of longing. Fu's mansion was not in the capital, but in a small city with beautiful scenery. Therefore, since he grew up, Fu Jingning had the task of protecting the princess and rarely went home.

The man with iron clenching is just one son, and his wife can no longer have children. Seeing his son grow up day by day, he inevitably feels sad. He patted Fu Jingning on the shoulder: "Hey, go in and talk."

They are both black figures, one is a rough man, the other is as cold as jade. No matter how you look at it, they are inconsistent. There are also a faint warmth while talking and laughing.

"Dad, I brought you some supplements and specialties back." As soon as Fu Jingning sat down, a servant came up to make tea. He nodded to the servant, and his cold eyes became darker. It was still the same as usual. Mother, she still refused to see him.

Even he didn't know why. My mother didn't like him since she was a child. When she saw that there was no half-delimiting of her eyes, she only had disgust. Is she so annoying? She doesn't even love her own mother.

Seeing that his son looked gloomy, Fu Tianguang naturally knew what he was thinking. His rough big hand covered Fu Jingning's hand and looked back. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. After so many years, she still couldn't let it go?: "Your mother has always been hard-hearted, don't take it to heart."

In order to make Fu Jingning distract and not be so sad, Fu Tianguang asked with concern: "What's wrong with you when you come back this time? Thank you for your hard work. Since the princess has passed away, your engagement has been terminated. Please help you find a lady from a family for your father and your mother as soon as possible."

"Why is the princess dead, I am not dead?" Fu Jingning suddenly raised his head and asked about the purpose of the trip, with his eyes burning: "Don't I have a contract with the princess on my body? The contract is still there, and the princess dies, why am I still alive?" Fu Tianguang was shocked, his hand trembled, put the tea bowl in his hand on the table, but he didn't know how to answer him.

"Dad, tell me." Seeing Fu Tianguang's abnormality, Fu Jingning stood up, shook his shoulder hard, looking at his father with hope,... Could it be... Is the princess alive? His heart was beating wildly. For these days, he has been telling himself that the princess must still be alive, otherwise, why is he still alive? His eyes are amazingly bright. It is a kind of hope revealed in despair, a piece of driftwood that the drowning person finally caught. If the princess is still alive, even at the end of the earth, he will find her. Unfortunately, the heavens do not fulfill their wishes, and God loves this way.
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