"Does Your Majesty want to make a marriage for the Emperor?" Wen Shiqing changed his mind, and some signs appeared faintly, but they were suppressed again. "Brother, I want to see more, when will Your Majesty be the emperor and when will you get married?"

Wen Wenlan was not sure whether Wen Shiqing was serious or test her words. Anyway, she noticed that when she said this, Wen Shiqing's eyes glanced at Zhou Mohuai from time to time.

"If the emperor's brother really doesn't like someone, I'll do it. After the spring exam, I can be a little bit colorless for the emperor. I will post a royal list to attract marriage, and there will definitely be many people coming." Wen Wenlan did not joke. Taking advantage of the current political clarity, there are open and secret struggles, but it is not serious.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is no need for political marriage, choose a wife for the emperor. Although there will be no feelings, there will be no benefits in it.

She didn't want the emperor's future life to be tied to the interests of the relationship and to be involved in the whirlpool of the court.

What's more, feelings can be cultivated.

"I'm even more curious about this one, whether Your Majesty plans to sign him as the emperor?" After wandering around for a long time, Wen Shiqing still couldn't hold it in. The question raised directly made Zhou Mohuai lower his eyes and blushed. "Your Majesty is also time to get married."

In the aftermath, the two men's indirect eye contact wiped away the invisible sparks. One of them looked at the table and the other looked at Wen Wenlan. In fact, they had already fought.

"Brother, I am still young, and it is up to you and my elder sister to get married first." Wen Wenlan calculated, "Send you out first, choose a woman to marry, and then invite a bride for the elder sister. The elder sister has a high vision and probably has to choose. After so procrastinating, I can start thinking about this matter."

When talking about the emperor's sister, Wen Wenlan's mind unconsciously floated over Guan Yu's appearance. These two enemies were born together, and it would be a pity not to be together.

"Aren't you planning to make her the emperor?" The first feeling was that Wen Shiqing felt that Zhou Mohuai was the most suitable person to be the emperor. Seeing Wen Wenlan's face stagnated, he quickly changed the topic, "Okay, let's not talk about this, the emperor is very curious about how Ming Zhao entered the palace. Your Majesty doesn't seem to be someone who will choose people by himself."

After not seeing Wen Shiqing has not seen each other for three years, she doesn't know how Wen Wenlan is now. Whether her personality has changed. As of now, Wen Wenlan has not changed at all, except for a man around her.

Perhaps this is because of why the man who entered the palace was not because His Majesty liked him. Wen Shiqing hoped that this was the person he chose himself.

"Thank you for the blessing of the emperor." Wen Wenlan stopped talking after clicking here, and the smart people would not ask any more. "By the way, I have sent an order to put the competition of the four major camps into recruiting soldiers. I have a premonition that there will be surprises when doing this."

Wen Wenlan did this naturally have his own reason. Although Wen Shiqing was puzzled, he did not refute it. Subconsciously, he felt that Wen Wenlan's decision was related to the man around His Majesty.

It was midnight, and Wen Shiqing and Wen Lan chatted for a long time before going back to rest. Because they had to see the queen mother the next day, Wen Wen Lan simply let Wen Shiqing live in the palace.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Wenlan went to read the memorials, Zhou Mohuai went to take a shower, but when Zhou Mohuai came back, he found that Wen Wenlan had changed his nightgown and sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes were terrifying.

It seemed that she was waiting for him specifically. Zhou Mohuai pursed his lips slightly, and Wen Wenlan must have something to say to him.

"What's the matter?" Wen Wenlan climbed onto the bed, and also folded up and sat opposite Wen Wenlan.

The two of them sat opposite each other, and their breathing was intertwined between their own breaths. Any change in each other's expression could be seen clearly, ambiguous and unable to hide anything.

"You have also heard the concern of the emperor today." Wen Wenlan looked at Zhou Mohuai, both of them were very calm, and they should be said to be too calm, "If... I..."

After thinking about it, Wen Wenlan still didn't know how to speak. Although she had thought about it for a long time and had practiced it many times, it was still too difficult to actually do it.

She was not embarrassed, she was the emperor, and anyone dared to disobey her will.

But she had a weakness, and she was worried that she would be sad when she heard the rejected answer.

Instead of letting Zhou Mohuai go after knowing that he is unwilling to do so, he is afraid that he will be sad, it is better to ignore his ideas now and use the means of emperors to keep him.

"Forget it, go to bed." Wen Wenlan spread his hands, hugged Zhou Mohuai and fell on the bed, stretched his arms out of the bed.

Wen Wenlan hugged Zhou Mohuai tightly, buried his head in front of his chest, and his breath was filled with his breath, and his breath was stained with the smell of the palace, and his ears were filled with his powerful heartbeat. It was a heavy and reassuring shield that could make people fall asleep deeply.

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Just like someone you like, you want to confess but can't speak. It's not that you are afraid of rejection, but that it's really uncomfortable when you are rejected.

I'm still in Kaven, dear, sorry.
Chapter completed!