Upon hearing this, Song Yuanbao was stunned, "So early?"

After the New Year, Zhao Xi was only sixteen years old. The prince had to wait until he was eighteen to get married. Besides, Zhao Xi was still the prince, so it should set an example.

Song Wei nodded, "I just decided to make a decision first. The wedding will take you to be eighteen years old."

Song Yuanbao tsk twice, one is on the right side and the other is on the right side, there are seven concubines. There may be three thousand beauties in the future. All the most beautiful beauties in the world have to be sent to him. Zhao Xi is so lucky!

For some reason, Song Yuanbao suddenly thought of his Ye Baobao, became nervous and looked at Song Wei, "Dad, do you know who are there?"

Song Wei shook his head, "The emperor appointed the concubine, and the queen chose the concubine from the list, and has not been made public yet."

Wen Wan saw through Song Yuanbao's worries, looked at it with a smile, "It seems that General Yunhui's Mansion is also invited today."

When Song Yuanbao heard this, he was even more anxious. He looked over Wen Wan's gaze and saw General Yunhui Ye Hongjiang walking back and forth with his son Ye Rong and daughter Ye Ling, and soon arrived in front of them.

Song Wei hurriedly bowed, "General Ye."

Ye Hongjiang bowed his hand and replied, then laughed a few times, his eyes falling on Song Yuanbao, "You boy, you haven't seen each other for a while, and you've grown again."

As he said that, he reached out and patted Song Yuanbao on the shoulder very naturally.

Song Yuanbao: "..."

My father-in-law is worthy of being a martial artist. The powerful one almost pressed him down with one palm.

Good guy, if you meet each time you meet again, you will be killed soon.

It’s hard to be a son-in-law of the Ye family!

Song Yuanbao gritted his teeth and held on, stood firm and shouted, "Uncle Ye."

The last time we met was on Emperor Guangxi's birthday.

At that time, Ye Hongjiang was sitting next to Song Yuanbao, but at that time, Song Yuanbao didn't know him, so he still heard from Zhao Xi.

Ye Hongjiang withdrew his hand, not afraid of offending Song Wei, and said directly: "I heard from Arong that you fell ill after the Emperor's birthday, which is quite serious. It can be seen that your little body is still too thin, so you have to practice well."

Ye Rong raised his eyebrows, "If you want to practice, you might as well come to our martial arts gym. I will teach you well."

Song Yuanbao's mouth twitched.

Ye Rong clearly wanted to seize the opportunity to punish him, so he didn't go!

"Young Master Ye San is intent." Song Yuanbao smiled and declined, "This year I will be open for enrollment. I will hurry up and review my books and take the imperial examinations, and I have no time to practice martial arts."

When he spoke, he wanted to see what Ye Ling reacted, but Ye Rong deliberately blocked his sight.

Song Yuanbao rolled his eyes secretly, and would not show it if he didn't show it. Sooner or later, he would come home. He would look wherever he wanted, and he would look whatever he wanted. Humph!

Wen Wan looked at the two boys who were competing in secret and couldn't help laughing, "It's not too late, let's go in quickly."

Ye Hongjiang nodded, "Princess, Lord Song."

Song Wei also said: "General Ye, please."

So a group of people began to enter the imperial city.

Last time when Song Yuanbao was sick, Ye Ling had already met Wenwan and was no stranger to him now. He took the initiative to walk to Wenwan and talk to her.

Wen Wan turned her head and saw that the little girl wore a red beaded flower-shaped jacket today, and a silver-red brocade-inlaid cloak on her shoulders. She probably felt cold, so she was wearing a hood. Her beautiful and sweet color made her look delicate and small, making her look more and more dependent.

Wen Wan was slightly confused. No wonder Yuanbao always said that Ye Ling was a good baby and looked quite well-behaved.

Song Yuanbao would like this type of girl, which was somewhat beyond the gentle expectations.

She was thinking about something and didn't say anything. Ye Ling asked softly: "Last time when I went to the Song Mansion, I heard that your eldest girl was about to get married in spring. Is that true?"

"That's right." Wen Wan smiled and said, "Yinbao was old, so he should marry first. Jiaojiao would marry again. Unfortunately, Yuanbao had to wait for the imperial examination. Jiaojiao could not wait for her age, so she could only let her get married first."

When talking about Song Yuanbao's marriage, Ye Ling exclaimed, "High Master Yuanbao's marriage has been decided?"

She knew that there were many noble girls in the capital who wanted to marry Song Yuanbao, and she also heard that since he passed the exam for Jie Yuan, the threshold was almost broken by the matchmaker.

She also knew that it was wrong to hide his portrait in her room, and it would be amazing to be discovered unless he married her in the future.

If he gets engaged, she will return the painting to him as soon as possible.

"It's almost done." Wen Wan nodded: "After Jiaojiao gets married, she will start asking the matchmaker to go through the process."

For some reason, Ye Ling felt a little sad when she heard this, "She, which lady is she from?"

"This... keep it confidential for the time being." Wen Wan's smile deepened, "Now it's just a wishful thinking. It's not certain whether the girl agrees or not. If I say it in advance, the marriage will not come true, and it will ruin the reputation of the girl."

Ye Ling sniffed, nodded, and his voice was muffled.

Wenwan looked at her, her eyes flashed slightly, "It's the New Year, Miss Ye is still fifteen, right? Is the family arranged a marriage for you?"

Ye Ling shook her head when she thought of her father and brother walking in front of her. Her father was a little careless and never expressed any opinions on her marriage. Unfortunately, her third brother had a high vision and looked down on this and that, and always thought that she could marry a better person.

In fact, she herself doesn't know what kind of husband she wants.

Wen Wan said: "Your family has few female relatives. If you have time to get free in the future, come to our house to play and let's have a good chat."

"Okay." Ye Ling answered absent-mindedly, looking at Song Yuanbao walking in front from time to time.

The boy wore a moon-white brocade robe with gorgeous patterns embroidered in black hair, ink hair hanging down his shoulders, and a jade crown tied to the top. He was only sixteen years old and his body was already slender. His walking posture also showed the youth's romantic and impetuousness, which was completely different from the slow and steady Song Wei next to him.

When someone was watching from behind, Song Yuanbao seemed to feel something and turned around.

Ye Ling had already withdrawn her gaze and lowered her head and said something to Wen Wan.

That little look made Song Yuanbao smile with a smile when he bent his lips.

Ye Rong noticed him and glanced at him, "What are you looking at? It's not yours if you look at it again."

"How do you know it's not mine?" Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows, full of confidence.

"Okay!" Ye Rong said: "If you want to marry my sister, you have to pass at least three moves."

Three tricks?

What a joke, Ye Rong and Aunt Jia worship the same master!

In terms of martial arts practice, Song Yuanbao is just a half-baked man. He can't even catch one move when facing Ye Rong, who has gone to the military camp, let alone three moves.

Clearing his throat, Song Yuanbao asked, "Your family wants to compete for martial arts and invite brides?"

"What kind of martial arts competition to attract marriage?" Ye Rong frowned, "This is my test for you."

Song Yuanbao said "Oh", "What if I pass three moves?"

"Being able to pass three moves means you have passed the test."

"I think there must be a problem with people who can come up with such a test." Song Yuanbao looked at Ye Rong with disgust, "You said you are an uncle, I will marry you very much. You insist on hitting me. Do you think you can still expect me to be nice to your sister after hitting me?"

Ye Rong was furious, "Dare to bully A Yao, I will kill you!"

"Look." Song Yuanbao smiled slightly, "Isn't that all, what your family wants is to love your husband who is good to your sister, rather than to find a personal sandbag to vent your anger. If you can handle your three moves, you will pass, then what do you think of your sister, right?"

Ye Rong was a rough man, and he couldn't play with the literati's tricks of literati. He was surrounded by Song Yuanbao's words in a few words. He blushed, "Get out, who are you uncles? Your aunt and I are the same generation."

Song Yuanbao rolled his eyes, "That was a matter between you and Aunt Jia, and we didn't admit it."

"Who wants you to admit it, go ahead!"

Song Yuanbao looked at him in surprise, "Young man, you are very angry!"

Especially when talking about Aunt Jia, Ye Rong's reaction was obviously a little wrong.

Could it be that these two people have a conflict?

Song Yuanbao was thinking in a mess, but when he came to his senses, Ye Rong had already walked away.

——

The banquet was held in the Imperial Garden.

Logically, all officials should first go to the Qianqing Palace to pay homage to Emperor Guangxi, and order their wives to go to Kunning Palace to pay homage to the queen.

Song Yuanbao had other plans. When Song Wei went to Qianqing Palace, Wenwan took him into Bao to Kunning Palace. He flashed and headed straight towards the East Palace.

When Sanbao saw him, his eyes were filled with tears, "Young Master Yuanbao, you have finally entered the palace."

Song Yuanbao pinched his white face, "Why, do you miss me?"

Sanbao said justice: "I don't think much."

"...If you don't want to, don't want to. Why are you doing so excited?"

"I'm excited for Your Highness." Sanbao's father-in-law sniffed in cold air, "Your Highness hasn't seen you for a long time."

Song Yuanbao was moved, and the father-in-law Sanbao suddenly said, "Go in quickly, Your Highness is waiting for you to worship tea and call you uncle."
Chapter completed!