Chapter 10 A random couple

A dozen servants behind him came forward with trays, and he just casually opened the red handkerchief. The gold bars piled as high as a hill filled the entire tray. And what followed were hundreds of years jade like blood, thousand-year-old ginseng, ten-thousand-year-old corals, and countless enviable treasures. He gave them away without blinking an eye.

"Foolish people have too much money." Feng Qingge twitched the corner of her mouth fiercely and complained secretly in her heart. Although these things cannot be compared with Murong Hao's things, they are comparable in value. What this boy did was clearly to make Murong Hao look bad.

However, Feng Qingge's worries were unnecessary. Instead of being angry, Murong Hao stood up in a flattering manner and said, "It turns out to be the young master of the Zheng family. Please take a seat."

"Who is Zheng Zixu?" Feng Qingge couldn't help but frown and asked in a low voice.

Cuichun paused, looked at Feng Qingge with a different look, and said with some confusion: "Miss, don't you know the young master of the Zheng family? Just talk to Cen Wangdian.

The child is young. In Yun State, he owns one-third of the property, which he manages entirely by himself. Every year, he allocates one million taels of silver to the national treasury, and even the emperor has to give him three-thirds. "

"Hiss!" No wonder he has such financial resources. I thought he was a rich second generation, but I didn't expect him to be an entrepreneurial talent.

Just as she was thinking about it, a fiery gaze suddenly fell on Feng Qingge. She looked up and saw Zheng Zixu's eyes staring at her. He raised the corners of his mouth and asked in confusion: "Who is this fat girl? Why does it look so special? Hmm... Heaven is full and the earth is round. If you remove the two ears, it is just a glutinous rice ball. Hey, sister glutinous rice balls, what is your name?"

"...Feng Qingge." The corner of her mouth twitched fiercely. Feng Qingge just shrugged her shoulders indifferently and casually made a goodbye gesture. This farce was over, and there was no need for her to continue. Stay here.

Humming a little tune, she was about to turn around and leave, but the sudden voice called out, and her steps stopped abruptly.

"Feng Qingge, you are Qingge, right?" Murong Hao shuddered. He was feeling sick just now, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Now looking at it, that fat and huge body is really ugly.

His dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a new world, and he quickly walked down from the stage.

Damn it... Feng Qingge frowned slightly, showing courtesy for nothing, there must be nothing good going on.

"Qingge, this child has grown up and is so strong. He is almost as big as me and the other two." Murong Hao couldn't help but laugh, and reached out to pat Feng Qingge's arm.

The fat flesh trembled slightly, Feng Qingge just smiled indifferently.

On the other hand, other people almost burst out when they heard this sentence. Is this called strong? This is completely a first-class killer.

"Feng Aiqing, do you think Qingge has grown up so much? It's time to arrange a marriage. Are there any people coming to propose marriage?" Murong Hao said mockingly.

Laughing, he took back his arm.

Considering Feng Qingge’s weight of 200 kilograms, who would be willing to come to Feng’s house to propose marriage?

Women in Xingyue Continent are usually thirteen years old and have hairpins, so they can get married. She is already twenty years old, but she is waiting in the boudoir and no one cares about her. In addition to her figure, she was also disliked because of her low IQ. If there was a normal man, how could he fall in love with her?

Feng Lingyun knew that Murong Hao was laughing at him, so he could only bite the bullet and reply: "Go back to the emperor, Qing Ge is not married yet."

"Just right, Third Brother!" Murong Hao shouted excitedly. Perhaps because of the medicine he had just taken, his face turned rosy and he turned to look at the desolate figure.

What is this for? A bad thought arose in Feng Qingge's heart. She frowned slightly and asked her if she was getting married. Is this a way to match her?

Knocking the wheelchair gently, Mu Cangyun raised his eyebrows slightly. He was so thin that he looked like a child who had not grown up. He was very thin and inconspicuous.

He seemed to have expected something, and just lowered his head and said, "Father, what can I do?"

"You are twenty-three now, so you are no longer young, and this light song is Feng Aiqing's.

My son, you are waiting in the boudoir. Now you have lost your legs and you are lying all over.”

“His tuberculosis is not the same as that of King Cen who was galloping on the battlefield. In my opinion, How about you two becoming a couple?" Murong Hao smiled and said contemptuously

He glanced at Prince Cen, took Feng Qingge's wrist, and laughed.

Said: "Look, Qingge looks like a flower and jade, and is as beautiful as a fairy.

Just a little fat. Father has asked you many times, do you have any intention?

Man, you always say no. This time, my father will make the decision himself and choose for you.

Wife, are you quite satisfied?"

After pushing Feng Qingge over, Murong Hao looked at ease and didn't feel there was anything wrong in saying this.

The people around him became silent, each with his head lowered, sometimes looking towards.

The two people in front glanced at each other, and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies. Even though Mu Cangyun has lost his legs, he is still the former God of War, King Cen, and his morbid appearance is still shocking. And Feng Qingge, with her body, is no different from a butcher who kills pigs. He is just like a flower stuck in cow dung. What a perfect match.

However, since the emperor proposed the marriage in person, they naturally did not dare to say anything. No one even dared to stand up and speak for Mu Cangyun.

The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, and Feng Qingge subconsciously glanced at Mu Cangyun.

The emperor was mocking her. She was so beautiful that she had nothing to do with her. She was just a blind mandarin duck.

Mu Cangyun's face remained as blank as a piece of paper, without any emotional fluctuations. He seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He lowered his dark eyes, tapped his fingers on the wheelchair, and said softly: "Father's will, How dare I disobey my father? However, if my son does not want to do something, no one can force him to do it. I would also like to ask my father to see clearly that my son is still too young and it is acceptable to get married. If I want to have an heir, I am afraid I have to wait a lot longer.”

Feng Qingge's whole body trembled, and her back was already wet with sweat. She thought Mu Cangyun had just accepted the imperial edict, but she didn't expect that the conversation would change and was arguing with Murong Hao here.

The meaning of those words couldn't be simpler. Mu Cangyun agreed to get married, but there was no hope of having children. To put it bluntly, it was just a marriage in name only, and no one could force Prince Cen to do anything else.

Sure enough, Murong Hao's face turned gloomy. Mu Cangyun only needed to accept the order. There was no need to say the next words. Now in front of so many ministers, it was clear that he could not step down. How could he not accept Yuci's marriage even if he said he didn't want to!

"Hey, I didn't expect that I came to the right place today. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't you understand the temper of Boss Cangyun?" A hip-hop voice broke the deadlock, the red robe caressed, Zheng Zixu spread the orange. He smiled and said, "I'm pretty satisfied with Sister Tangyuan. Maybe she will become a great beauty after losing weight. Yuci's marriage will definitely be accepted, but your Majesty, you see, Cangyun's legs are not good, and Sister Tangyuan's figure is too big." Well, you have to give them some time.``

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