C96 Please Grant a Marriage

Mo Xing answered and left, leaving behind a group of people who were filled with shock and excitement. Xuanyin, the legendary ancient zither. It was said that this zither was forged from Phoenix Wood, which was at the peak of the Immortal Realm. The sound of the zither was extremely lewd and it sounded like the sound of a palace in the nine heavens. It carried the arrogance and disdain of all living beings. The strings of the zither were made of heavenly snow, and the silk flowed like the moonlight. Every single one of them. They flickered with the brilliance of a Morning Star.

Such a peerless zither had been obtained by King Xu many years ago. Therefore, many people were not fated to see it. Today, King Xu was actually willing to do it for this junior sister. Putting aside the fact that this young lady from the Lan family had superb zither skills, he was willing to present this famous zither to her. Just by seeing this zither, they felt that they had no regrets on this trip.

Soong Xiaoyou, who was standing on the stage, naturally understood this principle. She did not expect Jin to actually help that lowly civilian woman like this. He even took out his beloved zither. Didn't he know that he was helping others deal with her?

When Soong Xiaoyou thought of this, the grievance and dissatisfaction in her heart. All of the sadness surged towards her from all directions. In the end, it turned into a touch of jealousy and hatred that was dyed with dense viciousness. She looked at Lan Xuehan. She wished that she could tear Lan Xuehan apart to vent the hatred in her heart.

However, no matter how angry she was, Lan Xuehan did not care. After all, there were some people who took her too seriously. She would take an inch and take an inch, wouldn't she?

It was just that she did not expect Dongfang Jin to really understand her. Although she was not bad at everything else, but among all the other skills, she just happened to like the zither. She did not expect that Dongfang Jin would not get along with her for long. She could understand her preferences. Thinking of this, she tilted her head and looked at the young man beside her who had an immortal and beautiful appearance. In an instant, a strange feeling surged in her heart.

Not long after that, Mo Xing came over with the zither in his arms.

In the main hall, the zither had a black body with a solemn and luxurious aura. It gave off an ancient and elegant feeling, and the strings of the zither were crystal clear. It flowed with a different color. Even those who did not understand the zither could see the preciousness of this zither at this moment. It carried a thousand years of vicissitudes, but there was not a single flaw. Instead, it had a thousand years of transcendence.

Lan Xuehan calmly walked onto the stage and her casual sitting posture revealed the indolent and unparalleled Qing Hua. Her slender and fair fingers cut across the body of the zither and a trace of inexplicable palpitations surged in her heart.

She closed her eyes and her fingertips slightly exerted force. "Zheng" sound was like a cold and clear spring water striking a stone, beating with a soul-stirring lingering sound.

A trace of love surfaced in her eyes and instantly disappeared. The corner of her mouth was still the same cold arc, but there was a soaring spirit in her eyes. His fingertip moved, and with a clang, it was deep and heavy. It was as if thousands of horses and thousands of horses were galloping, and it immediately shook the people in the hall to the point that they woke up. They stared at her without blinking.

Before the sound of the voice faded away, her fingertip once again hooked. Then, her ten fingers quickly brushed across the strings, and countless tones instantly rose and fell like a mountain range. The surging waves were like a tsunami, making one feel as if the blood in one's heart was surging, heavy, and lonely. This scene outlined the sorrow and fearlessness of the general, his horse, and his corpse. The soldiers were loyal to their country.

Suddenly, the sound of the guqin was low, as if it was three months in the spring of spring, describing the joys and sorrows of the human world. The tears of his wife and son flickered with the light of love, and his parents could not help but worry about other things as they flew through the mortal world. In the end, the sorrow that lingered in the air, the sadness of parting and reluctance, all disappeared at the tip of the white finger.

The sound of the zither was withdrawn, and the entire field was silent. Everyone's face was filled with sadness and moved emotions. Many of the ladies of the Guan family had sparkling tears on their faces, and their eyes were filled with undispersed melancholy.

After a long while, intense applause suddenly sounded. Such an extremely unpleasant song, such superb zither skills, it was truly hard for anyone in the present world to surpass it. This song should only exist in the heavens, and it was rare to hear it in the mortal world!

Even Emperor Wenjing, who was sitting on the seat of honor, had a trace of praise in his eyes. Even a man might not be able to play such a grand and magnificent song. Unless one had experienced the iron and blood of the battlefield, only the soldiers of the iron cavalry would have such a state of mind. However, he did not expect that a weak girl would be able to deduce the soul of the song. It was truly astonishing to see her talent.

The others had originally wanted to see Lan Xuehan make a fool of herself and humiliate her in front of all the ministers. But they did not think that it would give her the chance to play such a world-ending song. This time, not only did it not humiliate her, it also made her even more dazzling. Thinking of this, Soong Xiaoyou's eyes were filled with intense hatred as she stared at Lan Xuehan. Imperial Consort Xian's face was ashen as she looked at the calm Lan Xuehan without saying a word.

At this moment, Dongfang Jin, who was sitting on the seat, suddenly stood up. He slowly walked to the middle of the hall and his smiling eyes seemed to be dyed with stars. He looked at Lan Xuehan with a soul-stirring light. Lan Xuehan's small ears turned slightly red and she missed the time to look into his eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Immediately after, he turned around and with his long jade-like fingers, he lifted up his white robe that was as white as snow. His tall and handsome body knelt in the middle of the jade steps with a bow.

When the people below saw the Duke of Xu's bow, all of them stopped speaking, and they looked at this peerless young man that was blessed by the heavens with puzzlement. What exactly was the matter? The hall was deathly silent.

The jade-like face that was like a poem and a painting shook the gentleness of the world, and her eyes that were like clear springs were covered by dense warmth. An elegant voice that was like shattering jade and striking stone slowly resounded out, and it resounded silently in the hall with the gentleness of crossing the cycle of reincarnation.

"Reporting to Royal Father, this son remembers that when mother passed away, this son had once requested that this son, Royal Father, promise that this son, before the crown, can choose his own wife. I wonder if Royal Father remembers this matter?"

When Emperor Wenjing heard this, a trace of sorrow that couldn't be seen flashed across his handsome and ancient face. He then nodded. "That's right, Zhen did indeed promise your mother this matter. Zhen had previously thought that if you hadn't found the person you liked in the midsummer of this year... I'll marry you. But now it seems like you have a choice? Since there is already a candidate for the first wife, then it can't be any better. I wonder who has such fortune?"

After saying that, his sharp eyes swept across His Highness. When he saw the elegant and beautiful Lan Xuehan, a trace of unknown emotion flashed across his eyes. His aura changed slightly and a trace of gloominess appeared in his eyes.

The corner of Dongfang Jin's mouth slightly curved and the smile in his eyes was bright and clear. His unparalleled moonlight jade face flashed with a firm and gentle expression and his tone was incomparably serious.

"She is magnificent and world-renowned. She is the champion of the Nine Prefectures, and her appearance is unparalleled. My son had fallen in love with her for a long time, and wanted to marry her as my son's official consort. Hand her over! For the rest of his life. He had no regrets. This person was the junior sister of his son, Old Man Tianshan's direct disciple. Lan Xuehan. I hope Royal Father will agree."

Looking at the seriousness and determination in Dongfang Jin's eyes, Emperor Wenjing narrowed his eyes slightly. A sharp and biting cold flashed across his eyes. His gaze shifted to Lan Xuehan, his eyes carrying the pressure of an emperor. Not allowing Lan Xuehan to look away, his voice carried a trace of hesitation as he asked, "Are your parents Lan Muhua and Lau Mianyue from Liberty Villa?"

He did not know why Emperor Wenjing asked this but Lan Xuehan pursed her lips and replied seriously, "Yes."

As soon as the word fell, the pressure around Emperor Wenjing suddenly dropped. He looked at the resolute Dongfang Jin with a biting cold gaze and said with an indisputable dignity, "Zhen indeed promised your mother that you will choose your own wife. But everyone in the world can, except her. "

As soon as these words were spoken, the tenderness in Dongfang Jin's eyes turned into a cold indifference that seeped into the bone. His tone was indifferent, but anyone could hear the suppressed anger in his tone.

"Why?"

Emperor Wenjing frowned and said hesitantly, "You don't need to know the reason. Zhen will not allow this marriage."

Dongfang Jin stood up when he heard such an indisputable answer. A trace of ridicule and a trace of sadness flashed through his eyes, and then it changed into a resolute look.

He smiled faintly and looked at Emperor Wenjing with a calm and indifferent gaze.

"Regardless of whether Royal Father agrees or not, Lan Xuehan, this son will definitely marry her. In this life, she will be this son's only wife."