Hanwang Palace.
This was not the first time for Zhao Jia to come to this familiar yet unfamiliar place. Compared with the curiosity and anticipation of the previous times, this time he was more familiar with the road. Under the leadership of the chamberlain, he came to the inner garden of the palace without any hindrance. , I met Han Wangan in a pavilion in the back garden.
Also with Han Wangan was Mrs. Mingzhu, who was wearing a purple dress that highlighted the perfect curves of her figure.
That proud snowy texture makes people unable to help but take a second look, wishing they could fall deeper into it...
"I met King Han, Madam Mingzhu."
When Zhao Jia walked into the pavilion, he had already stopped looking at Madam Mingzhu, and bowed to her in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. As a virtuous and upright eldest son of the Zhao Kingdom, his noble character cannot be destroyed. At least it has to be maintained on the surface.
As for secretly... a virtuous young master is not suitable for this power game.
Madam Mingzhu naturally saw the little thief Zhao Jia. The moment she saw him, she couldn't help but hold her breath. Her tall chest felt inexplicably stuffy, and her narrow and charming eyes flashed with a cold light.
Without him, she suffered several losses at the hands of Zhao Jia, which still made her feel resentful and wished she could tie Zhao Jia up and torture him slowly.
She really wanted to see Zhao Jia's handsome face lose its calm expression, and even show fear.
Han Wangan saw Zhao Jia arriving, and after he had bowed to him, he raised his hands to help him, and said kindly: "No need to be polite, your father has already proposed marriage for you, and I agree to this marriage." , in the future, we will also be a family."
Compared to Han Wangan who adopted a delaying strategy last time, Han Wangan seems to be a different person this time, fearing that Honglian will not be able to marry.
Zhao Jia naturally felt this.
Obviously, the pressure from Qin State on South Korea is too great, especially as envoys from Qin and Zhao countries enter South Korea one after another. If the King of Han continues to choose to have two boats and neither side gives an accurate answer, then South Korea's situation will be dire. It's not just as simple as worrying.
To be honest.
Zhao Jia's father, Zhao Wangyan, was also known for his bad temper. This time Zhao Jia asked to marry Princess Honglian. If Han Wangan refused, Zhao Wangyan would definitely ask South Korea for an explanation.
In addition, the state of Qin is now closely focused on the murder of its envoy.
Add the two together.
It is definitely a weight that South Korea cannot bear.
"Thank you, King Han, for your support."
Zhao Jia pretended to be happy and bowed again.
Han Wangan laughed loudly, stood up with a rosy face, and said with a smile: "You still call me King Han?"
"Father."
Zhao Jia took advantage of the situation and shouted.
Han Wangan had already walked up to Zhao Jia, and had already grasped Zhao Jia's forearm with his big hand. He exerted slight pressure on his palm, and the smile on his face faded, and he said seriously: "Honglian is my most beloved daughter. You can do it in the future." Treat her well and never bully her!"
"Of course, my son-in-law will not have anything to do with her!"
Zhao Jia nodded and responded with a serious look on his face.
Han Wangan's face softened a little, and his smile became more abundant again. He took Zhao Jia's arm and sat on the stone table beside him, chatting with Zhao Jia about home affairs.
Mrs. Mingzhu beside her was smiling brightly, with a touch of 'love', as if a stepmother was looking at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked him.
As for the meaning of "like", perhaps only she herself knows.
Zhao Jia was not uncomfortable being looked at. How could a confident man feel uncomfortable being looked at by a beautiful woman? He chatted with Han Wangan indifferently. Throughout the whole process, Han Wangan did not mention anything about the Qin State, let alone the Qin State. The envoy Li Si made things difficult.
Obviously Han Wangan does not want to turn marrying his daughter into a transaction.
Even if it is a transaction, on the surface, both parties are decent people, and they still need to do what they should do. As for privately, it depends on Zhao Jia's performance.
After all, this marriage was just a verbal agreement in private and no decree was given.
The two chatted for a long time, and then Han Wangan showed a slightly tired look and waved his hand: "Mingzhu, I will give you a good son-in-law for me."
"Father, take care of your dragon body."
Zhao Jia stood up and said goodbye.
Madam Mingzhu stood up gracefully, her posture was graceful and noble, her eyes were charming and passionate, she slightly raised a slender jade arm, and said softly: "Master, please."
Zhao Jia nodded respectfully and followed Mrs. Mingzhu out of the garden.
The entire journey was silent.
Until he walked out of the back garden and out of sight of Han Wangan.
The smile on Madam Mingzhu's face slowly faded, her charming and cold eyes glanced at Zhao Jia, and said coldly: "Young master, you should take care of your eyes. Don't forget, I am the lady of Korea. You Aren't you afraid of becoming a joke to the Seven Kingdoms if others look at you for being so dissolute?"
Seven Kingdoms joke?
Speaking of which, there are so many jokes in the Seven Kingdoms. Zhao Jia has read a lot of interesting secret histories of the palace from history books. The level of absurdity can simply refresh the world's outlook on life.
In this era of moral decay, are there still few jokes in all countries?
"Ma'am, are you conciliatory? Speaking of dissoluteness, I have been a well-behaved person all the way. I haven't done anything."
Zhao Jia said pretending to be confused, with an innocent look on his face.
"Ha, the young master is really thick-skinned~"
Madam Mingzhu sneered, glanced at Zhao Jia with disdain, and then said coldly: "Master, do you still remember the last time you entered the palace?"
"Of course I remember, the smell of Madam is still unforgettable to me."
Zhao Jia suddenly came closer, took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly.
"...Young master is really not afraid of death."
Mrs. Mingzhu was silent for a while before she said something faintly.
Zhao Jia suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Mrs. Mingzhu, and pressed her against the cold wall. Under her eyes, he moved close to her delicate earlobe and whispered: "It's cool to be a ghost under the peony flowers, Madam." If you want me to die, just say so."
As he spoke, he gently brushed Mrs. Mingzhu's delicate cheek. Her fair skin could be broken by a blow.
He could even feel Madam Mingzhu's tense reaction.
Obviously.
His behavior was also quite stimulating to Mrs. Mingzhu.
She is the Pearl Lady of South Korea, the wife of a country. How dare Zhao Jia? This kind of alternative stimulation makes Lady Pearl's senses infinitely amplified, and she can clearly feel the heat of Zhao Jia and the smell coming from him.
"If I were you, I should consider how to leave South Korea alive instead of testing others' bottom line again and again."
Mrs. Mingzhu's face was as cold as ice and she said in a cold voice.
"Are you concerned about me?"
Zhao Jia joked with a hint of amusement on his lips.
Madam Mingzhu's beautiful eyes stared at Zhao Jia coldly, like a beautiful snake, swallowing the snake's message: "I just don't want you to die too easily..."
"Madam, do you really want me to die?"
Zhao Jia sighed lightly.
Mrs. Mingzhu sneered and didn't answer, but soon she felt Zhao Jia's irregular palm moving downwards... (End of Chapter)
