Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 128: Giving marriage

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At this moment, Qing Le regretted his impulsive move. If the palace banquet was so chaotic today, if no one mentioned it, the emperor would probably forget about it. Unfortunately, the person who reminded the emperor was herself.

"Princess Qingle." Tianwu called Qingle. Not only did Qingle hold his breath, but King Ding'an also shook his head.

But there is nothing they can do no matter how hard they hold their breath. It is difficult to disobey the emperor's order. They don't have the courage of Xuan Tianming to do whatever they want.

Qing Le stood up helplessly and stepped forward, kneeling down in the middle of the hall: "Qing Le kneels down to see the Emperor."

Tianwu looked at the princess below and sneered in his heart. Even if he was not present, he knew almost everything about what happened in Ding'an Palace. Qing Le tried to frame the woman who was his most precious son, but was tricked by Feng Yu Heng. This was really retribution!

Tianwu was very enthusiastic about marrying Qing Le. So he asked again: "Has that man with whom you like each other come here?" He remembered that he specifically asked the queen to invite that man.

At this time, I heard a voice from the male guest: "The slave is here!" Then a very strong man ran forward and knelt down next to Qing Le, "The slave is here!" Wang Nuo, come and see the emperor!"

Qing Le stabbed the man's eyes hard, but did not dare to say anything more.

Tianwu nodded, looked at Wang Nuo for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter. After laughing, he said again: "A perfect match! It really is a perfect match! It seems that Qing Le has a good taste."

King Ding'an felt like his face had been slapped hard by the emperor!

Wang Nuo is physically strong, and the guards in the palace are skilled in martial arts. But to say how good it looks is nonsense. Although this man is not ugly, he is not good-looking at all, not to mention that he still has a small scar on his chin, which is said to have been injured during martial arts practice. No matter how you say it, Qing Le is born like a flower. How could she be a perfect match for such a thing?

But the emperor said they were a perfect match, who dared to raise any doubts? So everyone in the audience echoed in unison: "Princess Qingle is so lucky to have such a good husband!"

Qing Le was so upset that she almost went crazy, but what could she say? If you don't admit that you are in love with each other, then you are confused, right? That is not joy, but sin.

Emperor Tianwu watched the crowd's reactions for a while, and admired Qing Le's expression for a while. After he was satisfied, he spoke again: "It's a good thing that a pair of young children are in love with each other. King Ding'an, what are you doing? Didn't you tell me earlier?"

As soon as King Ding'an heard the emperor's roll call, he quickly stood up and knelt down next to Qing Le: "I...I don't want to cause trouble to the emperor."

"Hey!" Tianwu waved his hand, "How can this be trouble? You are a prince with a different surname, and Qingle is the princess. In my heart, this girl has the same weight as Tiange."

Everyone watched as the emperor told lies and selectively ignored the "same" sentence one by one.

Same? It’s strange that it’s the same.

Qing Le wanted to make a last-ditch effort for herself, but she kowtowed to Tianwu and begged: "Qing Le also wants to serve her father, queen, mother and concubine at home for two more years, please ask the emperor to grant her permission."

Tianwu made a serious face: "What's the matter? I remember clearly that you were born in October, and you will be fifteen and a hairpin in two months. It is a great joy for a Dashun girl to get married. I will marry you two today. The wedding date will be on Qing Le's fifteenth birthday. Let's do it together with the hairpin ceremony! You are the princess, and it is normal for you to recruit a princess into the palace, so you also Don’t worry that no one will take care of your father and mother. Well, King Ding’an, what do you think?”

What else can King Ding'an say? The emperor has chosen the date and leaves no room for negotiation. So I had no choice but to kneel to the ground and kowtow: "My lord, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Qing Le also leaned down with her father, gritted her teeth and said, "Qing Le, thank you for the marriage."

There were three people kneeling in the hall. People were waiting for the third thank you and then continued to enjoy singing and dancing. But at this moment, they heard the strong man shout: "I ask the emperor to take back his life!"

The words shocked everyone.

Qing Le was even more shocked.

Qing Le thought at this moment, let's make a fuss, you'd better make the emperor anxious and then chop you with a knife. I will never marry for the rest of my life, and I am not willing to marry a slave like you.

However, Tianwu was not as angry as expected. He just looked at Wang Nuo with interest and asked, "Aren't you willing to marry Princess Qingle?"

Wang Nuo nodded: "My slave is unwilling."

"Why?"

"Because..." Wang Nuo glanced at Qing Le, "Because she is too ugly." As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards Qing Le.

Qing Le was unprepared, and Wang Nuo pulled off her headscarf with a sudden movement.

The bald head was instantly exposed, and the **** scars on the head were displayed in front of everyone in a hideous and disgusting way. Some ladies who were less able to bear it even started to retching.

Xuan Tiange burst into laughter and pulled Feng Yuheng's sleeve, "Your man burned it."

Feng Yuheng nodded, "If you look carefully, it looks like a devastating piece of art."

Xiang Rong couldn't listen anymore, so he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, turned around and vomited twice.

Feng Yuheng held her chin and admired Qing Le's head. The occupational disease occurred again... Well, it's not difficult to cure, but even if it is cured, the disease called "aplastic dermatitis" will also cause Accompany Qingle throughout his life. When the time comes, her scalp will be as small as a thumbnail, falling off one by one, which will stun her to death.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Qing Le screamed and frightened everyone. She was seen holding her head in her hands, desperately trying to hide her ugliness, but how could she. A bald head without a hair has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and has left a mark on her lifelong image as Princess Qingle in people's hearts.

"Your Majesty!" Wang Nuo pointed at Qing Le's head and said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty! I will have nightmares at night with such a wife!"

King Ding'an was about to explode with anger. He stood up and kicked Wang Nuo - "Even if my Le'er's whole body is burned out, she is still the princess. It's not your turn to dislike her!"

Tianwu also retracted his joking attitude, his anger returned to his face, and he glared at Wang Nuo: "A slave is so bold. King Ding'an will have to discipline his slaves carefully from now on."

King Ding'an quickly knelt back and said, "I obey the decree."

"That's all!" Tianwu Guang waved his sleeves, "Today is another good day for Qing Le to get married. I don't want to argue with you and ruin the atmosphere."

Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes. You have already ruined the atmosphere, okay? Have you forgotten that you beat the official minister to death?

"The day of Qingle and Hairpin in October is the time of your wedding. I will definitely give you a generous gift when the time comes!" Tianwu made the final decision on this matter in one sentence.

When Wang Nuo saw that Tianwu was really angry, he did not dare to make any mistake, so he knelt down to thank him.

Qing Le's mind was in confusion and he subconsciously looked towards Xuan Tianming. But the other party didn't even look at her, and looked deeply in another direction.

Qing Le turned around and saw Feng Yuheng making a face at Xuan Tianming. She was already a bit playful, but this face made her even more adorable. Especially Feng Yuheng's beautiful hair made Qing Le almost crazy with jealousy.

She didn't know how she got back to her seat. It wasn't until Chen Yu helped her sit down and whispered something in her ear that she regained consciousness.

Seeing that the affairs of King Ding'an and his family have been settled, people felt that the atmosphere of today's palace banquet was really weird. It was best to end it as soon as possible. If it continues like this, something might happen again.

So someone couldn't hold back and took the initiative to advance the fixed items of the palace banquet one step further: "Empress, I got a treasure by chance a few days ago. Today, I brought it into the palace to present it to my empress. Always open and never decline, it will flourish forever."

Feng Yuheng understood that this was the beginning of giving gifts to the queen.

She turned around and asked Huang Quan beside her: "Is everything done?"

Huang Quan nodded: "Don't worry, Miss."

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled. She glanced at Feng Chenyu from the corner of her eye and saw him lowering his head and talking to Qing Le, with a slight panic on his face.

Qing Le's scarf was wrapped around her head again. It was no longer as delicate as before and was a mess. There was no trace of the princess's aura.

She gently tugged on Xiangrong's sleeve, came closer and said to her: "There will be a good show at the palace banquet later, so keep your eyes open to see clearly."

Xiang Rong was puzzled, "Is there any good show? Second sister, Xiang Rong's eyes were really opened today. It turns out that the banquet in the palace was so exciting. Murders have been staged. There can be better shows. What?"

Feng Yuheng nodded: "The previous scene has little to do with us, the next scene is the highlight."

Xiang Rong couldn't understand what Feng Yuheng said at all, but she had a skill, which was to actively and consciously believe that everything her second sister said was right. So he sat upright and waited for the show.

Xuan Tiange discovered that Qing Le had been looking at their table from time to time since the gift-giving process began. She poked Feng Yuheng: "Is that woman looking at you?"

Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes, "Otherwise, I would still be looking at you!"

"That's definitely not the case. I've always been kind to others and never bullied the weak. Her vicious eyes can't kill me."

Feng Yuheng twitched the corner of her mouth, Xuan Tiange, are you not afraid of flashing your tongue when you say this?

In the Yuexi Palace Banquet of the Dashun Dynasty, I don’t know which year, the link of giving gifts to the queen was automatically added. In the past, when the Queen Mother was still alive, it was also given to the Queen Mother, but now the Emperor does not need to shave his beard.

Generally speaking, expensive gifts are given by ministers of the previous dynasty, while the female family members usually give some thoughtful gifts as a token of appreciation.

As a prime minister, Feng Jinyuan naturally had to set an example first. After the first person to present a gift returned to his seat, Feng Jinyuan stood up and walked to the hall with a wooden box. In the middle, he knelt down to the queen and said at the same time: "On behalf of the Feng family, I present a colorful stone for the queen to play with."

Everyone rubbed their eyes, colorful stones? What the **** is that?

Everyone craned their necks to look at Feng Jinyuan.

Feng Jinyuan slowly opened the wooden box in his hand while explaining the so-called colorful stones to people. He said: "The colorful stones are naturally formed and are made of jade, but there are unexpectedly many kinds of stones on one stone. Seven colors, and the jade also grows into petals, looking like a seven-color flower..."

While he was talking, the wooden box had been completely opened, and everyone was attracted by his narrative, including the emperor and queen. Emperor Tianwu always liked rare treasures, and the Queen also loved to play with new things. The two of them stood up from the dragon chair hand in hand, walked a few steps forward, and looked straight at the wooden box.

However, Feng Jinyuan, who was originally very proud, was dumbfounded the moment he opened the wooden box - the box was empty.