Need for medical concubine: The king of war can read my mind and spoil me to the bone

Chapter 189
Mu Qingyan originally thought about how to get rid of this Wei Yu, and went out secretly to find out what happened, but now that Qing'er has gone, she is not in a hurry.

When Qing'er comes back in a while, just ask her.

At this moment, in the hall of Prince Ling's Mansion, there are more than a dozen festive betrothal gifts.

Shangguanze, the son of Duke Ning, was dressed very formally. He was wearing a brocade robe with a blue background, a jade belt with eight treasures around his waist, and a jade crown on his head.

When Long Chengye walked to the door, he saw this scene, his eyes darkened, and he walked in with a gloomy expression.

Seeing Long Chengye coming in, Shangguanze rushed to meet him, smiled and bowed to Long Chengye.

"I have seen His Highness Ling Wang."

Long Chengye ignored him, walked straight to the seat, turned around, and sat down domineeringly.

"My lord, what does this mean?"

Long Chengye glanced over the betrothal gifts in the hall, and asked indifferently.

Seeing that his attitude was indifferent, Shangguanze didn't ask him to get up, he could only get up by himself, turned to face Long Chengye, with a respectful and polite attitude.

"His Royal Highness Ling, a few days ago, my son got stuck in his throat while eating and almost died. It was Miss Qing'er, a servant girl from your mansion, who saved my son.

It's just that, in order to save my son, Miss Qing'er saved my life in public. Although it was to save people, it also tarnished her reputation.

Therefore, this son came here today to propose marriage to His Royal Highness Ling, to marry Miss Qing'er, and begged His Royal Highness Ling to grant her. "

Long Chengye looked Shangguanze up and down, and said in a cold tone: "The people in the palace of this prince, even if they are maidservants, will never be concubines. This son is here to ask to marry Qing'er, the maidservant of my concubine?"

"Exactly." Shangguanze nodded: "Miss Qing'er is the savior of this son, so this son came here to ask for Miss Qing'er to be his wife."

"Oh? I don't know if this is the meaning of the son, or the meaning of Ning Guogong?" Long Chengye asked coldly.

Long Yuanguo paid attention to the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker. Even if Shangguanze wanted to marry a maid, it would depend on whether his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ning Guo, agreed.

"His Royal Highness Ling, please rest assured that my father also agrees with this son's marriage to Miss Qing'er."

At this moment, Qing'er walked in from the outside and saluted Long Chengye.

"Slave Qing'er, see the prince."

Long Chengye raised his hand slightly, and Qing'er got up.

Long Chengye looked at Shang Guanze, and said lightly: "My lord, although Qing'er is a maidservant of the Ling Palace, her marriage can be decided by herself. Now, you can ask Qing'er if she is willing to marry you. Wife, this king has no objection."

Shangguanze was overjoyed, he suddenly turned around and bowed to Qing'er.

"Miss Qing'er, thank you for saving my son last time. There is no way for this son to repay you, but to promise you with your body." Shangguan Ze blushed slightly when he said this, he pursed his lips, and continued: "Now , this son has already informed his parents that he wants to marry you, please ask Miss Qing'er to agree to this son's marriage proposal."

"His Royal Highness wants to marry a slave?" Qing'er was shocked, and looked at Shangguanze in disbelief.

When Shangguanze heard Qing'er's voice, he was slightly taken aback.

Miss Qing'er's voice seemed a bit wrong.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qing'er.

I saw the girl in front of me was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a melon-seeded face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and round almond eyes. She looked pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the girl Qing'er I saw that day.

However, upon closer inspection, one can still notice the difference between the two.

(End of this chapter)