After calming down, An Nuanzhi comforted herself that Murong Xi'ao only wanted to take revenge on her for ruining his reputation, and did not really want to marry her.

With this layer, An Nuanzhi felt much calmer, and she smiled with bright eyes.

"Thank you Emperor Hu Qiuguo for your appreciation, but I am stupid and know that I am not the material to be a concubine, so please..."

"Why not!?" Murong Xi'ao suddenly stepped forward and interrupted An Nuanzhi, and said with a bright smile, "Don't belittle yourself too much. You are a woman who can especially arouse men to conquer their desires. Are you going to let

Let me put it bluntly...I won’t marry you unless I do?"

Murong Xi'ao's eyes were burning, and it could be seen that he was not just telling a funny joke, he was serious about it, and he was extremely serious. It is estimated that if An Nuanzhi "disobeys"

, he might restrict An Nuanzhi’s freedom and take her directly back to Hu Qiuguo.

An Nuanzhi sweated a little for herself. She didn't know when Murong Xi'ao fell in love with her sincerely, but An was the only one in her heart. How could she fall in love with other men casually?

In order to escape unscathed, and in order not to harm the harmony between Hu Qiuguo and Anguo, An Nuanzhi could only pretend to be shy and say, "Then, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

"You promised to marry me?" Murong Xiao's eyes clearly flashed with a trace of exploration. Why did he feel that this eccentric little girl agreed too simply...

An Nuanzhi nodded carelessly, "Yes!"

But there was another voice in her heart, marry your sister! I almost vomited blood when I was the eldest wife in Anguo, how could I be your little wife?

Blinking his eyes, An Nuanzhi said solemnly, "But you can marry me, but our An country has a very important custom before marrying a daughter, and we must abide by it."

"What?" Murong Xiao looked at An Nuanzhi's big dark eyes suspiciously.

An Nuanzhi tilted his head and smiled harmlessly, "It will be kept secret for now and will be revealed tomorrow night."

"How do I know if you will come again tomorrow night?" Murong Xi'ao was obviously not that easy to deceive, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

An Nuanzhi immediately realized that in front of her was not only a thousand-year-old fox, but also a man with some moral integrity. It was a mistake, a mistake, and she provoked a man who should not have been provoked for thousands of years.

"Then what do you want to do?" An Nuanzhi compromised. After all, she jumped into the trap and couldn't blame others.

Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at An Nuanzhi. His noble and charming temperament was no weaker than that of Lan Nian'an, but he just lacked a little reason to make An Nuanzhi's heart move.

A few years later, when An Nuanzhi went back and thought about it, it turned out that this was adultery, adultery. She attracted a man she should never have attracted and another man she never expected.

You have to drink the bitter wine yourself.

When An Nuanzhi was in a daze, she already felt her small chest getting cold, as if the wind was blowing. A handkerchief she placed on her chest had fallen gracefully into Murong Xi'ao's hand.

Playing with a smile, he said with a good chance of winning.

"With this, I won't be afraid that you won't come tomorrow. This can be considered your personal belongings. If you don't want things between you and me to cause trouble in the city, remember to come..."

Damn it, gangster!

An Nuanzhi cursed inwardly, looking at how handsome this guy was, he didn't expect him to be a very good man, but she was forced to escape, so she could only swallow her anger. An Nuanzhi hated herself so much at this moment.

It's very steamy.

But because of her buns, she can always escape unscathed...

After returning to the familiar Fengli Palace, An Nuanzhi was busy thinking of countermeasures, but her always smart and agile little mind seemed to be rusty, and she was confused without a good idea.

"Empress, have you found the emperor of Hu Qiuguo?" Ru walked in and asked tentatively after realizing that An Nuanzhi was still awake.

In fact, she felt a little strange when she just came back from their mother's house. Their mother-in-law rarely has such a confused expression. Could it be that something happened?

"Is Emperor Hu Qiuguo so easy to find?" An Nuanzhi asked back and then felt hurt. In this case, even if he found it, he couldn't say he had found it. At least he had to get the little handkerchief back first. There was something on it.

There is her name, and the three crooked words are clearly written by her hand, so it is easy to tell...

Alas, with a heavy sigh, An Nuanzhi decided to take a long-term approach. First, she must do some ideological work to get through to Murong Xi'ao so that he would give up the idea of ​​marrying her as his concubine. Second, she must resolve the diplomatic issues between Hu Qiuguo and Anguo.

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Under the candlelight, in a luxurious mansion somewhere in the city, in front of a rather colorful and gilded building, Murong Xi'ao stood silently in front of a stone wall.

This is the most mysterious mansion in Anguo City. Some people say that a famous prince and general who once dominated the world lives here in seclusion. Some people say that this is the palace of a certain emperor of a certain dynasty in Anguo. Some people say that this is the residence of a certain emperor in Anguo.

In fact, it is a golden house that hides the dream lover of a certain emperor. All the decorations here are made according to the residence of the dream lover when he was alive.

Overall, this house has a huge area and a lot of room for imagination, but so far, no outsider has entered, and everyone is even more curious about this place, which is full of mystery.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to marry that girl who disguised herself as a man as your concubine?" The servants around Murong Xi'ao couldn't help but inquire after seeing their master in a daze.

Murong Xi'ao smiled and said nothing. He ordered his little follower to come into the room and hand him a brush. He was an excellent painter. With just a few strokes, a beautiful lady with an alluring appearance in white clothes appeared on the jade wall in front of him.

, cannot be squared.

Murong Xi'ao couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the stunning beauty on the wall. He didn't expect that he would be attracted to her in just two nights. When he thought of her ghostly appearance in the brothel wearing men's clothes, he couldn't bear it.

Can't stop the smile from the corners of my eyes.

She was indeed the most special woman he had ever seen! It was like a bright light shining into his world!

The stunning woman in the painting just smiled softly and said nothing. Murong Xi'ao looked at it for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something. In fact, Murong Xi'ao understood very well, from the first time he saw her

, he fell in love with her at first sight.

"Ahem." A soft cough came, and then a majestic and evil figure appeared at the end of the darkness. In an instant, the light in front of the jade wall suddenly became brighter.

When Murong Xi'ao saw this light, he hurriedly saluted and said, "My dear father, I will see you here."

When the camera turned, I saw a man standing in the bright light. He was about fifty years old, but his face was smooth and there were no wrinkles. His appearance could be said to be synonymous with charm and handsomeness, with a pair of mist-like eyes.

, always exudes a kind of coldness and coldness that is unique in the world. You can taste it carefully, but there is also an indescribable and unexplained sense of oppression.

"It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" The man's voice was very deep and thick, which reminded people of the majestic bells in the temple after being soaked by the rain.

Murong Xi'ao was silent. In fact, to be honest, he was not afraid of anything, but what he was most afraid of was this man. When he was a child, he heard many people describe his father, describing him as having a bad temper, being unstable, and describing him as cold-blooded.

In the eyes of Murong Xi'ao, who was ruthless and obsessed with alchemy and immortality, this man left Hu Qiuguo when he was five years old and abandoned him and his biological mother, Concubine Lan.

So for Murong Xi'ao, although he became Hu Qiu's king at the age of five, the words "boy, young man, and father" were just blank. He had no idea about the word "father".

Innate resistance, because he heard others mention it

, there has always been a woman named 'An' living in his father's heart. The specific name is not known, but everyone calls her "Mrs. Nuan". His father ran away from home and built a large house in Anguo to live in.

Just to commemorate this warm lady.

In other words, he didn't love Murong Xi'ao's biological mother, Concubine Lan, at all. But if he didn't love her, why did he give birth to him with Concubine Lan? He didn't understand...

From the time Murong Xi'ao could remember, he knew that his father's true love was only Mrs. Nuan. However, it was said that this Mrs. Nuan had passed away more than thirty years ago, when his father was the prince of another country.

He was originally going to inherit the country and become the monarch, but he was devastated by the death of Mrs. Nuan, so he abdicated the throne to his brother's son, and established the Hu Qiu Kingdom on his own. It is said that the Hu Qiu Kingdom was also built for the "Mrs. Nuan"

.

The man narrowed his eyes, but did not let Murong Xi stand flat. He turned his head and glanced at the painting on the wall, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

When Murong Xi'ao saw this scene, he couldn't help but apologize, "I couldn't hold it back for a moment and drew a portrait of the woman I admired on the jade wall. I asked my father to punish me."

The man seemed surprised and looked at the beautiful figure on the wall again.

"This woman is... the woman you like?"

"Yes." Murong Xi'ao did not dare to lie in front of the man. Perhaps he was born with a deep fear of this majestic man, even though this man was his biological father.

Looking at the jade wall inadvertently, the man stared at the beautiful figure again, with an alluring face and a few strands of peerless fragrance, looking so delicate and pleasant.

Murong Xi'ao didn't dare to express his anger, but after all, this was the first time that his father had spoken to him. He wanted to win his father's favor with all his heart. At least, he really wanted to do something about love.

Get your father's attention.

"Father, do you still like this girl?" Murong Xiao asked tentatively.

The man glanced lightly, then sneered, "It doesn't matter if I like her, the key is... you! It seems that you have developed feelings for her, but I remind you, if you like the other person first, you have already lost. I didn't expect you

After being an emperor for so long, you are still so hopeless!"

Murong Xi'ao was disheartened after hearing this. What had he done wrong? Why couldn't he get praise from his father? He just wanted a concubine, a woman he truly loved, and he didn't want to be born with interests every day.

Under the circumstances, if you don’t want your love to become a tribute in the court, isn’t this also allowed?

He is the emperor of Hu Qiuguo. Can't he even make the decision on his own marriage?

The man looked at Murong Xi'ao with indifference and disdain, as if Murong Xi'ao was the most failed work in his life. The first exchange between father and son ended with Murong Xi'ao's loss and the man's disappointment...

The man seemed to be very unkind to Murong Xi'ao. He turned around and was about to leave, but at this time, the man suddenly stopped again.

As for Murong Xi'ao, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he admitted that he really wanted to get the man's attention, so when the man stopped, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"Father, do you have anything else to ask my son?" Murong Xi'ao really wanted to exchange a few more words with the man.

The man's eyes were still cold. His eyes only fell on a pink silk handkerchief on the ground, and he signaled with his eyes.

"What's this?"

Murong Xi'ao really wanted to seize the opportunity to express himself in front of his father. He picked up the handkerchief respectfully and held it carefully in front of the man's eyes. "Report to my father, this is the girl's handkerchief. This girl is very generous and very generous."

My father will definitely like this lovely person when he sees her. I ask my father to allow me to marry this girl as my concubine."

The man's eyes casually glanced at the handkerchief, but his body was severely shaken because there were only three words on it: An Nuan Zhi.

An, warm, weaving?

The man's eyes became slightly deep and undetectable, and his fingers clenched the handkerchief so tightly that his nails were about to pierce his flesh.
To be continued...