Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

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This month, no one in the village dared to come.

As soon as they come, they will be judged by two old women who are justified. Anyone who speaks offends the person, and the thief suffers. Who dares to come?

In mid-February, Feng Mohan received the letter from the palace, and after reading it, he destroyed the letter calmly.

That kind of calm contains indifference, almost in line with Feng Qingbai's speculated reaction.

No one knows whether it is his child.

He didn't have any impression of what happened between that night and Shan Yi.

This is not normal.

It is said that drunkenness wakes up three minutes, not to mention that he was not drunk at the time, but he was drowsy and sleepy, and he could not feel anything.

In the imperial palace, there are countless sloppy means of knowing since childhood. It is not that he is conspiracy, but that it is a conspiracy.

Child...whether it is royal blood or not, let him stay in Xinghua Village.

Staying in that place is much better than staying in the palace.

At least you don’t have to be constrained, and you don’t have to be on thin ice all the time. It’s a good thing.

The draft scheduled for the year before will be held in March, and the show girls from all over the world have already rushed to Beijing. After the draft is over, there will be a large number of people in the harem.Everyone wants to be in power. For the only heir of the emperor, and the children who are not under the care of his mother, those concubines can't help.

Where people eat people, children do not grow up.

I suddenly remembered that at that time, Feng Mohan had a cool corner of his mouth, and he was two years old assuming the throne. If he had not been taken care of by Uncle Wang, the person sitting in this position might not be him.

That's the case. Wasn't he planted a gut by the gods?

"Emperor, Lord Liu entered the palace just now, and handed over the draft list." Xiao Banzi walked into the Imperial Study Room with a bunch of portraits, careful to report.

"How about others, why not come in?"

"Adult Liu said that these materials should be handed over to the emperor for a glance. Other things don't need the emperor to worry about.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he took the portraits of the showwomen. "Speaking magnificently, what he wants to say is that I only need to look at it, I don't need to make comments, and he doesn't listen to them."

The small board hung his head and dared not answer.

If it weren’t, the emperor was not happy and would say that he helped Lord Liu speak.

If so, the emperor would not be happy, and would scold him for daring to wear shoes for Master Liu from behind.

Accompanying the emperor these years, he deeply understands a truth, and his companion is like a tiger.

"Poof!" The young emperor who looked at the portrait while sipping tea, choked a sip of tea and sprayed it out, his eyes glared and saw a ghost, trembling, "This is the portrait of the show girls this year?" "

"Back to the emperor, Master Liu handed it in personally, there will definitely be no fakes."

"Maybe it's the artist's fraud?"

Little board, "..." How many heads does the painter have?

"There must be something wrong with this, I don't believe it." After the choke, the emperor calmed down, pushed the portrait aside, and got up, "I will go to the Liu Mansion!"

The small board did not dare to neglect, and immediately followed the emperor and stepped up.

Regardless of the emperor's reaction, when he first saw the portrait, he couldn't believe it.

In the past, whoever dared to use this kind of portrait for the draft, without having to cut his head, would have to hit the board.

The first "look" is very unqualified!

This time the emperor reached Liufu very quickly.

Immediately after jumping off the carriage, he rushed into the house and stepped out. Each step seemed to crush the ants on the ground.

The small board needs to run in small steps to catch up with the speed of the emperor, showing how ruthless the emperor is.

The small board was terrified, very worried that the emperor would come to quarrel with Master Liu this time.

"Uncle Xia, can you change a group of show girls? Otherwise, I would have no face at the book closing ceremony."

Slightly stepped under the foot of the small board, okay, he just thought about it.

The emperor's appearance is gone now, and it looks like a teenager who is acting awkwardly.

Knowing that the emperor was here, Liu Zhixia hurriedly rushed from the study. Before entering the living room, he heard the young man crying.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Liu Zhixia walked into the hall and sat down, "Isn't the emperor finished reading the portrait?"

"Looking at the first few pictures, my stomach is uncomfortable. If you look at it, you might be hungry tonight."

"This time, I chose the female face to choose from the face of Vonto, because the conditions are too harsh, and it is much harder to pick than the previous drafts. The top portraits are indeed a bit unsatisfactory, but not every one The show girls are all so characteristic, if the emperor continues to look at them, he can see the heavens fall."

Liu Zhixia's explanation is very detailed, warmly persuaded, due diligence.

It's just that Feng Mohan wasn't happy, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more. "Uncle Xia, I believe you. But, can you change a wave of beautiful women?"

He must repeat the old saying.

It is said that the dwarf pulls the general, all the dwarfs I saw earlier, and finally see a not so short, you will think he is tall and tall.

The same is true of draft women.

One by one, I saw a lot of ugliness and no salt, and then suddenly a less ugly one appeared. Then, shouldn’t it be regarded as a goddess?

However, this is still an illusion.

Uncle Zhixia is making this illusion for him now, think he is so easy to cheat?

"Emperor, when the list was finalized, the emperor list was already issued."

"Who sent it?"

"The stamp you personally stamped this morning."

"..." He believed in Uncle Zhixia so much that he wouldn't look at it when he asked himself to stamp it.

The little emperor walked sadly.

At the beginning of March, the draft was held as scheduled, and the ladies entered the palace one by one in a small sedan chair.

At this time, the canal has been thawed, the ship resumed navigation, and the expensive carriage also landed safely, reaching Yunzhou.

Hurry for three hours and return to Xinghua Village in the afternoon.

There was a lively moment on the edge of the Qinghe River.

The spring sowing began. After lunch, the villagers continued to return to the fields to plant rice seedlings. Across the Qinghe River, the two villagers talked and laughed, and their big voices could be heard across Laoyuan.

The carriage went all the way in, with laughter everywhere.

Cheerful, relaxed, cheerful, and kind, people who can easily hear can relax.

Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianruo smiled unconsciously on their faces and flicked the curtain to look out.

The driver seemed to know the habit of the master, and deliberately lowered the speed of the driver, so that the master could see the scenery along the way.

There are green hills and green water in the distance, and barking chicks and dogs, and full of fireworks.

For no reason can make people feel intimate.

The carriage stopped in front of a compound. Before Qian Wanjin got out of the car, he hurriedly cried out, "Feng Qingbai, the young man came back, hurry and come out to welcome!"

"Grandpa, Grandma, Zhiqiu, Fuyao, Grandpa is back!"

Footsteps sounded in the hospital immediately, hula la, trembling.

Frost covered her body tightly, looking forward to intertwine with fear.

Is there really her future here?