About an hour later, the dream-creating Gu of Tan Xiuyuan and the others was unlocked by Su Ruotang.
Tan Xiuyuan was silent for a moment after listening to Mo Jinming's process of removing the poison for Tan Zhixi.
Then, he let out a long sigh and said, "Tell His Highness the Second Prince to get engaged as soon as possible."
Although no one could see clearly who Mo Jinming was holding last night, Mo Jinming had been coming to the house frequently recently.
Anyone with any brains would have thought that he was holding Tan Zhixi.
It's just that due to the power of Tianjia and Tanfu, the people who saw it wouldn't tell anyone if they weren't sure.
But for the sake of Zhixi's reputation, he didn't intend to embarrass Mo Jinming anymore.
Su Ruotang was startled for a moment, and then he stepped forward and took Tan Xiuyuan's arm with curved eyebrows, "Grandpa, cousin and His Highness are in love with each other."
"You have also seen His Highness's behavior during this period. He treats my cousin sincerely."
Wang lowered his head and wiped the ends of his eyes, his voice a little hoarse, "Tang'er, Your Majesty has five sons."
"Now only His Highness the Third and His Highness the Second are qualified to become the Crown Prince..."
She didn't finish her words, but Su Ruotang understood what she meant.
After becoming the crown prince, it is impossible to be a couple for the rest of your life.
The relationship in the harem was as complex as that in the previous dynasty.
Even Emperor Wu Shun only favored Concubine Wan in recent years.
But he couldn't give Concubine Wan the love of two people for the rest of her life.
Su Ruotang frowned slightly. Just when he was about to speak, a man's clear voice came from outside the door.
"Auntie, no matter who of my second brother and I ascends the throne, he will only have one wife."
"If there are three thousand pieces of water, just take one ladle and drink it."
The man with the clear breeze and bright moon comes walking in the dappled sunshine.
The warm golden sunlight fell from his eyelashes and fell on the bottom of his eyes, clearly distinguishing them.
His Mo Mou, who was as deep as paint, was tightly focused on that delicate figure, and every word was a promise that could not be ignored:
"Even though there are three thousand flowers, I am only happy with the begonia of Xifu."
Tan Xiuyuan and others were shocked by the determination in his eyes.
Ever since Su Ruotang married the third prince, they had no hope that the third prince would be a couple for the rest of their lives.
After all, His Majesty's careful cultivation of the third prince, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is training the third prince as a prince.
Later, the second prince gradually recovered, and the third prince had no intention of taking that position, so His Majesty took the second prince with him to train him.
If Zhixi marries the second prince...
Seeing the hesitation and worry in Tan Xiuyuan and others, Mo Ronyan said again:
"Second brother does not need to rely on the harem to maintain stability in the previous dynasty."
Tan Xiuyuan glanced at him steadily: "How can Your Highness be so sure?"
Mo Rongyan walked into the house, holding Su Ruotang's uninjured hand, with a faint smile on his thin lips, "Purple Linwei is enough to help second brother calm down the concubine's voice."
Tan Xiuyuan and Tan Ming looked at each other, and their eyes changed slightly.
They had never agreed to Mo Jinming's proposal of marriage, except that they were worried that he would succeed to the throne and have a harem of three thousand concubines.
The bigger worry is that he is afraid of the third prince and will eventually commit fratricide.
At that time, the palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, and Tanfu really didn't know who to help.
After all, since ancient times, few emperors have allowed their brothers to surpass their masters in merit.
Tan Ming hesitated for a moment and asked: "Your Highness means... that you want to hand over the Zilin Guard to Your Highness?"
Mo Ronyan looked indifferent: "As long as the second brother needs it, Zilin Guard can be mobilized at any time."
When Tan Xiuyuan and Tan Ming heard this, their eyes became even more shocked.
Zilin Guard is a secret guard trained by Mo Rongyan.
Individual combat, counter-reconnaissance, medical and poison formations... I don't say he is proficient, but he understands them all.
Each Zilin Guard is a strong hand who can stop a hundred with one blow.
It is no exaggeration to say that one hundred thousand Imperial Guards in the capital faced off against one thousand Zilin Guards.
They can kill the Zilin Guards through numbers, but they will also lose most of them.
In addition to their combat capabilities, the Zilin Guards also hold evidence of crimes committed by court officials in recent years.
And they didn't know this before Tang'er married the third prince.
The outer room fell into a long silence.
After a while, Tan Xiuyuan slowly spoke, "Your Highness, what if the Second Highness cannot tolerate you after he ascends the throne?"
Mo Rongyan smiled casually, and two firm words escaped from his thin lips, "No."
Tan Xiuyuan suddenly frowned: "Why is Your Highness so sure?"
"I believe in second brother."
He believed in the second brother who would protect him since childhood.
Tan Xiuyuan sighed: "Your Highness, Tang'er and Zhixi are sisters who are related by blood."
Having said this, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ronyan firmly, and slowly said, "If that day comes, please spare the life of the Second Highness."
Mo Ronyan looked directly at him, and his voice, as clear and smooth as cold jade, was full of determination, "Grandpa, I promise you."
"But please believe that the day you are worried about will never come."
...
The next day, the sky in the distance was glowing with duck-egg blue color.
The smoke from the kitchen blends in with the mountains and forests.
The sound of gongs and drums broke the early morning silence.
The people who got up early looked at the place where the sound came from in surprise.
What came into view were eighteen burly men.
They were riding on high-headed black horses without any trace of color, and behind them were countless servants carrying boxes.
The red box can be seen as far as the eye can see.
"Hey, red box?"
"Eighty-one red boxes and eighteen tall horses. What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell? The box is tied with red silk and has the words "happy" on it. It means they are either getting married or engaged."
"I haven't heard of any royal family getting married recently."
"Going in the direction of Duke Dingguo's Mansion..."
"Could it be that a noble son from a certain family proposes marriage to Duke Dingguo's daughter?"
"Oh, what daughter? It's just good luck. The sparrow turned into a phoenix. I really don't know who is so blind."
