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Time is not forgiving.

Zhao Hongling had silver threads on her temples.

Although she is still unparalleled in beauty, with a graceful figure and an unworldly face, she is still the most well-deserved beauty in the capital.

But those noble ladies in the capital felt itchy in their hearts when they looked at Zhao Hongling's age.

The Wei king has a high position and never takes concubines. No matter how beautiful the princess is, she is no longer as young as she once was.

Maybe it’s time to find someone for King Wei?

Younger?

Her temperament is different from that of the princess?

Someone had their own little plan and planned to stuff their daughter into Gu Chen's bed.

Some people sent posts to invite the King of Wei to a banquet; some asked people to act as matchmakers, claiming that they were willing to be young; some girls met the King of Wei by chance on his way to and from court; some even took advantage of the palace banquet to help the drunk King of Wei to the side hall.

But Gu Chen, who knew all of them, saw through them one by one and avoided them.

At a flower viewing party.

The ladies from famous families gathered together and asked the question that Zhao Hongling had answered back then:

"Princess, how did you train King Wei? Please teach us."

Zhao Hongling held the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and thought hard for a whole moment.

She said something that made everyone want to hit her: "I can't help it. He just loves me too much. What can I do?"

Zhao Hongling knew what they wanted to hear, but there was only so much she could say.

He loves her, she loves him, it's that simple.

Where's the training?

What means is there?

From Anyang to Beijing, the two people have experienced so much. They have each other in their hearts, and they are determined to grow old together and spend a lifetime together.

Another female family member asked: "How does King Wei get along with the princess? We are all very curious."

Zhao Hongling thought and counted on her fingers:

"He spent most of the day busy with state affairs, discussing affairs with His Majesty in the palace, and approving proposals in the cabinet. When he returned to the palace, he took time to take care of Huai'an and Huaining, teach Huai'an to ride a horse and read, and play with some small toys with Huaining. The rest of the time is mine."

All the female relatives were in mourning.

Some people whispered, "The King of Wei is too busy", and some people lamented, "No wonder he doesn't take concubines, he has no time."

Zhao Hongling heard it and didn't answer.

She wanted to say that even if he had time, he would not take a concubine.

But it would be too showy to say such words, and she was too lazy to say them.

"Then what do you usually do together?" A girl with a double-ringed bun asked with her eyes blinking.

"It's too much, how can I finish it all?"

The female relatives still refused to give up: "There must be something that people in the capital don't know about."

Zhao Hongling thought hard for a moment again, then opened her mouth: "Sword dance."

"Sword dance?" A girl opened her mouth wide.

"Yes, sword dancing. I practice his sword skills, and he practices mine. Sometimes we compete, sometimes we split moves, sometimes we dance together under the moon."

Her tone changed when she said "dancing under the moon". Her lingering feelings really aroused endless yearning and reverie.

Several female relatives were extremely envious, but none of them knew how to dance a sword.

They have never even touched a sword, and martial arts training has always been a matter for men. Zhao Hongling was the only one who knew this since she was a child.

A female family member didn't give up and asked, "Will he put your hair in a bun?"

Zhao Hongling couldn't help laughing at this moment: "How could he do it? I hope he can do it, that's fine."

She unconsciously touched her bun with her fingers, which was usually combed by a maid or an old lady.

If Gu Chen, an idiot like him, puts her hair in a bun, he might pull out a lock of her hair.

But she thought, that would be pretty funny.

A female family member asked: "Yes, King Wei's poems are so good and he won the first prize at the August Poetry Festival twice. Will he also write poems for you?"

Zhao Hongling smiled faintly: "He is thinking about the hardship of people's livelihood, but he is not in the mood for romance."

"Then will he watch the lanterns with you?" Another female family member asked.

Zhao Hongling nodded: "Yes, I've been there a few times. I dragged him there. He doesn't like crowded places, but when I go, he follows. When we arrived at the lantern market, I guessed lantern riddles, and he stood beside me, silent, um, like...a dull little animal. I guessed it wasn't possible, so he opened his mouth to answer the questions for me."

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