Duke Rong Guo was a little surprised when he heard from his servants that King Yueqing was visiting.
The King of Yueqing had nothing to do with the Duke of Rongguo, so what was the purpose of his sudden visit?
He had heard that the emperor had beaten King Yueqing just a few days ago. Did King Yueqing come to him so aggressively to make the emperor pay attention to his Duke Rongguo?
"Go and invite the prince in."
King Yueqing, who was originally waiting at the door, happened to see Yuan Ming, the youngest son of Duke Rong, when he was led to the flower hall.
When Yuan Ming saw King Yueqing, he was practicing martial arts and directly stabbed King Yueqing with his weapon.
King Yueqing turned aside to avoid his attack.
The servants were worried that Yuan Ming would hurt King Yueqing, so they quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Second Young Master, this is the prince and his guest. You cannot hurt him."
Yuan Ming put away his weapon, glanced at King Yueqing fiercely, and turned around to leave.
"The prince is frightened. The second young master has intellectual problems. He only thinks about martial arts competitions all day long. I hope the prince will forgive me."
King Yueqing looked at Yuan Ming's leaving figure and slowly looked back to show his understanding.
Yuan Ming didn't have murderous intent when he attacked him just now, probably because he wanted to spar with him.
Others said that Yuan Ming was ugly, but in his opinion, that was not the case.
Yuan Ming has a rugged appearance and a relatively strong build. His face is mostly obscured by a thick and unkempt beard. He does look a bit sinister.
"Master, the prince is here."
King Yueqing recovered his thoughts and explained his purpose of coming with a smile.
"I heard that there is a calligraphy and painting inscribed by my father in the Rongguo Duke's mansion. I came here specially to take a look. If you are disturbed, I hope that the Duke will respect it."
Duke Rongguo welcomed King Yueqing in with a smile.
"Don't bother me, don't bother me. Your Majesty, please take a seat."
After King Yueqing sat down, Rong Guogong immediately ordered people to serve tea. After the tea was almost drunk, he ordered people to bring the calligraphy and paintings.
"It's very lively outside today. I was surprised to see Second Young Master Yuan still in the house just now."
Duke Rong Guo, who was drinking tea, became interested and raised his eyebrows: "Why would the prince be surprised that the dog is in the house?"
His son is not in the palace, and King Yueqing's words are really strange.
"The Qin Mansion is holding a competition to recruit brides today. All men of suitable age and decent family background can participate. I thought that Second Young Master Yuan also ran for the election."
When King Yueqing finished speaking, his servants just went to get the calligraphy and paintings back.
"Master, the calligraphy and painting are here."
Duke Rong was still immersed in King Yueqing's words. Hearing the words, he took the calligraphy and painting and handed them to King Yueqing.
King Yueqing didn't really come here for calligraphy and painting. He opened it and looked at it, exchanged a few words and stood up to leave.
Duke Rong Guo is a smart man. If he points it out, the other party will definitely seize this opportunity.
…
King Yueqing left, and Duke Rong Guo sent someone to call Yuan Ming.
The younger son has been a few years old, but because of his intellectual problems and his appearance, no one is willing to marry his daughter.
Now that the Qin Mansion only requires family background for the martial arts competition, why not let the youngest son try?
Although Qin Qianqian's reputation is not very good, his son is like this. He is satisfied if he can find such a good family background, and he doesn't ask for anything else.
Anyway, the younger son is strong and Qin Qianqian won't be able to hurt him even if they get married.
"Dad." Yuan Ming came in with a somewhat unhappy face when someone interrupted his martial arts practice.
"Tomorrow, there will be something fun in the Qin Mansion. Can daddy ask someone to take you there to play?"
Yuan Ming shook his head, "I won't go, let's compete in martial arts."
"There are martial arts competitions everywhere. Don't you like martial arts competitions?" Duke Rong coaxed softly: "If you win the martial arts competition tomorrow, you can get a wife."
The youngest son has two hobbies, one is martial arts competition, and the other is wanting a wife.
Yuan Ming was as happy as a child when he heard this, but then his face fell when he thought of something.
"Liar."
His father had said before that he would marry him a wife, but he still hasn't seen her.
So daddy must be lying to him and coaxing him to play.
"Daddy didn't lie to you. When you go there, you will know that what dad said is true."
…
When Yuan Ming's servant took him to Qin Mansion, many people had gathered at the gate of Qin Mansion.
The two of them got past these people and entered, where the primary election had already begun.
The princes in the capital all knew Yuan Ming and were surprised when they saw him.
When Yuan Ming came, there was nothing they could do to compete. Just looking at Yuan Ming's body, they were no match.
Qin Qianqian in the room felt that it seemed noisier than before. She stood up and looked out to see what was going on. When she saw Yuan Ming conspicuous in the crowd, she let out a sigh.
"What's wrong?" Mu Xue asked softly.
Several people are now on the second floor. Looking down from the window is the arena that has been set up, and they can have a panoramic view of everything in the arena.
At this time, Lin Qi walked to the prince and whispered: "I just saw that King Yueqing went to the Rongguo Duke's Mansion."
Yu Yiluo blinked.
[Good guy, King Yueqing couldn't have tricked Yuan Ming into coming here. Seeing Qin Qianqian so surprised, this is really not going to end well. 】
[With Yuan Ming here, these other young masters have become cowards, and the Fourth Emperor Brother is no match. 】
[Sister Liuhuang probably has emO, and the rules cannot be changed casually. 】
The sixth princess put down the tea in her hand and followed the probe out to take a look.
"Yuan Ming is here." She said as she sat on the chair like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Luo'er is right, the rules cannot be changed casually.
"Sister Xue, what should I do?"
Qin Qianqian also looked at Mu Xue expectantly, hoping that she could come up with a way to get the best of both worlds.
"Everyone is here, so you can only follow the rules." The prince looked at the Sixth Princess and Qin Qianqian, "Everyone knows about the martial arts competition in the Qin Mansion to recruit brides, and Mr. Yuan can indeed participate. If you force people not to participate, it will be equivalent to an honor. The face of the Duke’s Mansion.”
King Yueqing probably had this in mind before going to Rongguo Duke's Mansion.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is right," Mu Xue patted Qin Qianqian's shoulder, "This time it was indeed too much nonsense. Just wait and there will be a solution."
[In fact, it seems that Yuan Ming is here is a good thing. If Yuan Ming comes out on top in the end, it will be easier for Yuan Ming to give up than for others. 】
[The King of Yueqing is really busy with his time, all he does is go around making fire every day. 】
[According to time calculation, Shen Yu should have discovered King Yueqing’s secret by now. Why hasn’t it been revealed yet? 】
The secret of King Yueqing?
The sixth princess and the prince pricked up their ears and heard Yu Yiluo sigh again.
[There seems to be something going on in the middle. It seems we can only wait. 】
The prince came here just to find out whether King Yueqing was involved. Now that he knew it, he stood up and told a few people that he had something to do and left.
"Qianqian, I'm sorry." The sixth princess realized the seriousness of the matter and apologized.
"It's okay." Qin Qianqian naturally didn't want to marry Yuan Ming, but she didn't blame the Sixth Princess. It was the Sixth Princess who had a good idea, but it was her own consent that made it happen like this.
