He pointed to the place where he was almost stabbed at that time, and his expression was indifferent, but the emperor looked at his calm appearance, but his heart was like a knife, and his face became more complex and difficult to distinguish.

"It was Miss Wen on one side who blocked the sword for her son," Lu Sheng said with a layer of warmth in his eyes. "She shed a lot of blood... If Bai Li hadn't happened to pass by and saved us, my son would have let Miss Wen go down together and didn't have a chance to sit here and propose to you."

Hearing this, the emperor felt sour and gave Lu Sheng a heavy pat on the shoulder, which seemed to be comforting.

Lu Sheng did not move, as if he could not feel the pain coming from his shoulder. His face continued as usual, "my son's minister recognized Miss Wen when he looked at her covered with blood."

"My son nearly died at the hands of the villain twice. Miss Wen saved my son. Not to mention this time, she suffered such a heavy injury."

"My son really loves Miss Mu Wen and must repay Miss Wen's help," Lu Sheng looked eager and nervous with his eyes burning and his hands clenched. "Please help your father!"

Seeing that his little son would kneel down again, the emperor couldn't stop his move and waved to father-in-law Gao.

"Come here, make a plan!"

He owes a lot to the little son. Sheng'er is willing to give everything he asks, as long as it does not involve imperial power and as long as he can give it.

Take it as... The last compensation for the gentle woman like jade.

Until he left the palace, Lu Sheng gently spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi.

He concealed the fact of his injury.

Wen Xiao's credit lies in that she was injured to save people. If she was also injured, Wen Xiao's credit will be halved in an instant.

How could he allow such a thing to happen after he had planned for so long?

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According to historical records, Lu Sheng, the Third Prince of dajueyuan, was assassinated during the Tanabata Festival in the 75th year of the lunar calendar. Fortunately, Wan Qiong, the daughter of the Wen family, sacrificed her life to save her. The holy dragon Yan was very happy. She felt that she was deeply in love, so she specially married them to tie the knot.

The Wen family thanked the emperor and was overjoyed.

The unofficial folk history says that Prime Minister Wen did not allow King Xuan Lu Sheng to enter the house until the day before his marriage. He even wanted to beat people with the imperial sword given by the former Emperor. If Mrs. Wen hadn't stopped him, King Xuan might not have been able to marry a beautiful woman.

Anyway, the imperial edict has been issued, and Wen Xiao is the prospective Princess of Xuan. For a time, the family of the Wen family is like a city. The relatives of the princes and nobles almost broke the threshold and came to see each other one after another. They all want to know what kind of demeanor the woman who is famous in the market is.

"The lady of the Wen family has a gentle and decent manner, and her overall bearing is even more extraordinary. She has the appearance of a noble person. She is afraid of great wealth in the future."

I don't know when such rumors began to spread among aristocratic families in Beijing.

Wen Fu.

"Our young lady will be princess Xuan in the future."

"Yes, miss, such a beautiful person is only worthy of a dignified person like King Xuan."

"They say that the young lady is uncertain... There is great fortune!"

"Who says not? When the lady gave birth to the young lady, there was a scene of Fengxia. It has long been said that the young lady was a noble life. If she married into the royal family and became a true imperial concubine, she would not be a noble person?"

Caifu paused while wiping her hand on the dresser and looked thoughtfully out of the window.

That cold fairy is going to get a wife?

She looked out of the window at Wen Xiao, who was playing chess with Princess Yiran in the small garden, gently pursed the corners of her mouth and touched her face.

If I met him that day and I had my present appearance, would I... Have different results?