"Then why are you so sure that I helped Sima Rong? Why do you use this method to determine the candidate for the future emperor instead of determining based on the actual abilities of the four princes? Since the Daxing Dynasty can have four princes at the same time, these four
All the princes should be quite outstanding talents." Cong Yi said in confusion.
Sima Yixuan smiled slightly and said: "The red rope used on that piece of jade is the same as the red rope hanging on my sword. This red rope was specially selected by the master's wife and wound into a thread using the finest silk. It is extremely tough yet weak.
Such as silk. My master divided it into two pieces, and used one piece to hang on my sword. This piece of jade hanging on my sword was regarded as my entry-level gift. One piece was quietly wrapped around your hair on your third birthday.
, I hope to keep you safe and sound. Of course I recognize it. Although I have never seen you wearing your piece of jade, I will never mistake this red rope."
Cong Yier said: "What does the jade look like? Maybe someone used the same red rope? And I don't remember that I still have the red rope. Maybe I accidentally lost it and someone picked it up."
Go and use it on jade."
"The jade is not surprising at first glance. What you see in the painting and in reality is that it is just a piece of soft jade. However, when you really hold the jade in your hands, you will feel that it is alive.
, that jade has followed its owner, and will not be replaced unless it is destined." Sima Yixuan looked at the faintly dense rain outside the stone table again, and said softly, "If you look carefully at that jade, the heart of the jade is like this rain.
, you feel the water flowing inside, like a beauty’s tears, like a mountain spring, like the occasional rain.”
Cong Yier subconsciously put her hand on her chest. There was a piece of jade on her chest. Her parents had told her that when she was born, she was delivered by a famous old man in the hospital. The old man never married.
But she was elegant and calm, and the two of them hit it off. When she was discharged from the hospital, he gave her a piece of jade. He said that he saw it accidentally on the way to work on the day she was born. He thought it was beautiful, so he bought it for her. I hope it can bring happiness to her.
She was lucky. Although the jade didn't look precious, she wore it day by day. Strangely, after arriving here, the jade was the only thing that came with her. Even the red rope tied to it was the only thing that came with her.
It was in modern times and has not been replaced to this day.
Thinking of this, she immediately went to look at Sima Yixuan's sword. She knew the jade she was wearing. She had seen the red rope many times. Now she saw that the red rope hanging the jade on Sima Yixuan's sword was the same as the red rope hanging the jade on her sword.
The red rope is indeed exactly the same!
No way, how could she own Ye Fan's jade and Murong Feng's bracelet at the same time? However, if the emperor was really Sima Rong, she would rather Cong Xiai was the reincarnation of the soul!
Sima Yixuan looked at her doubtfully, hesitated, and asked: "Aren't you going to tell me that the jade is still fine on you at this time?"
"Sima Yixuan, don't ask me. At this time, I am also puzzled as to why it is me and not someone else." Cong Yier asked softly. "Did I really like Sima Rong before?"
"Yes." Sima Yixuan picked up the wine glass and drank it down, smiled, and said, "Actually, I didn't see you very often before, but now you often go to the palace to find Sima Rong, and he often goes
He came to complain to me, and after listening to him talk a lot, I started to hear some things. Your situation is a bit strange. In the past, you were stalking him, but now you are letting him think about it day and night.
Not inferior to you."
Cong Yi'er nodded, sighed softly, and said lightly: "I just don't know if he ever liked Yi'er, and he didn't make such an infatuated promise for life in vain." Poor Cong Yi'er in the old days, so
Is the emotional investment worth it?
Sima Yixuan was stunned and blurted out: "So you still can't let go."
Cong Yier was stunned and said: "What can't you let go of? You don't think I like Sima Rong, do you? Of course, it seems that I like Sima Rong. But - forget it, I can't tell clearly, maybe before
I do like him, but now I don’t seem to know why I continue to like him. If I don’t like him, I seem to be afraid of letting down the owner of this body. If I like him, I’m afraid of missing the life of this soul.”
Sima Yixuan said in confusion: "What you said is very strange. Aren't the body and soul both you? Why should we talk about them separately? You seem to be a mystery."
Cong Yier smiled softly and said: "Guessing riddles is not very interesting. It requires a lot of effort and brainpower, so why don't you just let it go."
Sima Yixuan looked at Cong Yi'er and said word by word: "Yi'er, you have moved my heart and I can't let go. Can your heart only be for me? If you don't love Sima Rong, don't
Let the misunderstanding continue, I am a selfish person, I want us to be here only for each other, will you agree?"
Cong Yi'er didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at Sima Yixuan, she was indeed surprised that he said such bold words. Is she ready to accept his love?
"You don't need to think about any problems. I will solve all the problems you have to face one by one. All you need to do is love me with all your heart." Sima Yixuan said quietly, "You are the first one who makes me want to embrace you."
No matter what, I will never let go of the woman I marry as my wife! You are my woman!"
"Yi'er! - So you are here." Sima Rong's joyful voice reached the ears of the two of them, and then they heard an angry voice. "Uncle Emperor, what are you doing?!"
Seeing Sima Yixuan holding Cong Yi'er's hand, the joy in Sima Rong's heart suddenly disappeared. His voice changed from joy to anger, with no span at all. It seemed to be vertical.
Sima Yixuan looked at Sima Rong quietly, without letting go of Cong Yi'er's hand. He seemed not to notice Sima Rong's presence at all, and said with a smile: "Yier, leave everything to me."
Cong Yier couldn't say a word, and she didn't know how to say it.
"Let go of Yi'er." Sima Rong took a step forward and wanted to reach out to pull Cong Yi'er.
Sima Yixuan did not look at Sima Rong, but still looked at Cong Yi'er with gentle eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Sima Rong, you can call me Yi'er."
"Uncle Huang, you - what do you mean?!" Sima Rong felt a huge force blocking his progress. He had to stop and looked at Sima Yixuan bitterly, "Yi'er, he is mine.
Crown Princess, why can’t I scream? You are my imperial uncle, the elder of Yi’er, but you are deliberately trying to seduce Yi’er. What is your purpose?!”
"I have asked you to choose between Yi'er and Cong Xiai, but you have been hesitating. You are not worthy of Yi'er's love at all." Sima Yixuan always held Cong Yi'er's hand, and his eyes never left Cong Yi'er,
His tone was always calm and calm, "When did she become your Crown Princess? Your Crown Princess is Cong Xiai. You once told me that you were a couple destined by God. Do you ever remember? Not at this time.
You don’t want to admit that you have always been deeply in love with Cong Xiai, right?”
Sima Rong was suffocated, stared, and said angrily: "Uncle, your father respects you, and your nephew respects you, it does not mean that you can do whatever you want in the Daxing Dynasty. If you go too far, you will still
Causing trouble! Yi'er is my nephew's future crown princess, and you have nothing to do with it! My nephew is going to tell his father that he wants to marry Yi'er immediately!"
Cong Yi'er had a struggle in her heart that she didn't even know about. The body and soul were intertwined with choices. Sima Yixuan's love was so direct, without any prelude, and he seriously wanted her for the rest of her life. But her body was facing Sima.
There is a hesitation that cannot be completely resisted, and the old thoughts of Cong Yier seem to be vaguely still there. After all, she has been in love with a man for so long. Now that she wants to love well, her body and mind suddenly become confused.
"Yi'er, let's go!" Sima Rong rushed forward. He knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as Sima Yixuan, but seeing Cong Yi'er's hand in Sima Yixuan's hand made him feel unspeakable.
Feeling jealous, he suddenly grabbed Cong Yier's sleeve and said, "We went to see my father right now. I want to ask my father to agree to our marriage. I take back what I said. I can't wait until you agree to me again."
, because I will not allow anyone to have any ideas about you anymore, even if you hate me, I will take you to see my father, even if I have to use my power!"
Sima Yixuan gently pulled her away, and Cong Yier's body swayed, her sleeves broke free from Sima Rong's hands, and her body was gently brought behind Sima Yixuan by Sima Yixuan, and was blocked behind Sima Yixuan. "Sima Yixuan."
Rong, if this king wants to marry Yi'er, no one in the world can marry Yi'er. You might as well give it a try!"
"Relax!" Sima Rong leaned forward, even ignoring that the other party was his imperial uncle, and his martial arts skills were superior to his own, so he attacked him with a move.
Sima Yixuan and Cong Yi'er jumped up and avoided Sima Rong's moves.
"Rong'er, what are you doing?!"
Sima Rong turned around and saw that the emperor was looking at him in astonishment, and the queen was looking at them blankly. Cong Xiai lowered her head slightly, as if to hide her sorrow, and there were actually tears in her eyes that she was holding back.
, the others also looked at him with the same surprised expression, God, what happened to the second prince, he actually started a fight with Prince Xuan?!
"Father, the kid is about to go to you, please grant the kid a wish!" Sima Rong did not want to explain more and said firmly, "The kid wants to ask the father to promise that the kid will marry Yi'er immediately. The kid wants to ask
The father allows the child to designate the child as the child’s crown princess.”
The emperor was about to speak when he heard Sima Yixuan say in a light but unquestionable tone: "Yi'er is my king's woman!"
Everyone present was silent for a moment, with only the rain and wind gently flowing in the air.
Cong Xiai's face was pale, and she stood blankly, her body swaying slightly, tears bursting out of her eyes, her teeth biting her lip gently, but there were blood stains. She tried hard to stand firm, but she couldn't let her body obey her.
His vision went dark, and he suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone was in shock, and no one reacted.
The queen happened to be standing in the same position as her. When she saw Cong Xiai fell to the ground, she blurted out: "Xiai! - Come, come quickly! Second Prince, you, you - alas,
Prince Xuan, you—what’s wrong?!”
When Sima Rong saw Cong Xiai lying on the ground, he seemed to wake up a little. He felt vaguely apologetic in his heart. He was so anxious about Cong Yi'er that he even forgot that there was Cong Xiai.