The Rice-Planting King in National Costume

The emperor's face was a little dark. He already had three palaces and six courtyards, and the other princes and children had all run away. Only the Xian Wang had never thought about getting married. Could it be that he didn't want to give someone a hand and had some plans in his heart? Then the emperor said in a deep voice: "The prime minister's suggestion is not unreasonable. King Xian is indeed not young. It is time for him to get married." Huaji's heart skipped a beat. It was over. Seeing that the emperor was determined to find a wife for himself, it wasn't that he didn't want a wife. After all, he was a real bachelor in his previous life, and he still wanted to have a beautiful woman in his arms. But after all, I am not from here, and I will go back one day. If I leave my wife and children here, how can I bear it? Wouldn't it be a waste of the girl's life? Hua Ji sighed, but he didn't know what to say to save the situation. At this time, he could only glance at the old prime minister hatefully. "Your Majesty!" A slightly younger minister came forward, "I believe that the Liang family's daughter is of the same age as Prince Xian, has a fair appearance, and is kind and generous. She is most suitable to be Princess Xian." "Your Majesty! I second the motion! The youngest daughter of the Liang family is the favorite daughter of Grand Scholar Liang. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is the perfect candidate for Princess Xian." Hua Ji looked at the clear arrangements they had made for him and was so choked up that he couldn't say a word. Hey, even my wife had made clear arrangements for me. It seemed like they had planned it all!