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

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"It's funny?" Going a little farther away, listening to the two smirks from time to time, Feng Mohan turned his face back.

Xiao Banzi immediately closed his expression, fearing, "The emperor is angry, the minions are afraid! The minions guarantee that they will never laugh again when they encounter such things in the future!"

"Or do you just promise to never laugh again?"

"..." Xiao Banzi bit his teeth tightly, facing the oppression emanating from the emperor, he said nothing.

He is not stupid again.

According to what the emperor said, no matter what happens after that, he could not laugh.

In this life he had to say goodbye to his "laugh".

He can't do it!

Looking at the eunuch, Feng Mohan was in a better mood. "Follow me, don't move, you will be dazed on the road."

"Good emperor!"

The master and servant walked away, and there was a lot of noise immediately behind the gardens on both sides.

It was only then that the head came out, and all of them were all show girls who came to the draft this time.

Some people looked at the pretty girl who was still kneeling on the ground, and sneered. "With her good looks, she dared to come out and seduce the emperor. It deserves this end!"

"This Feng Susu is so proud that she doesn't look as good as hers, and she is often called a pig by her back."

"Due to her appearance, she dared to talk to us in front of us. Would you let her compare with the concubines of the Empress Dowager? Did she dare?"

As the words became more and more exposed, the show women coughed and dispersed.

It's no wonder that Feng Susu thinks highly of herself, and among them, the beautiful ladies can also be lined up as beautiful women, and everyone's heart is unspoken.

If it weren’t for the draft’s odd requirements, how could those of them have the chance to participate in the draft?

Because of this, even if they have entered the palace now, they still have little confidence. They have no courage to make a chance encounter with the emperor. They can only hide from the envy and jealousy of those who have a little color.

Liu Fu, Fu Yuzheng and Liu Zhixia hadn't rested at this time, discussing the matter of the beautiful girl.

"Since the show girl entered Beijing, she has never stopped talking and talking, mostly for you. It is really okay for tomorrow's draft?" Fu Yuzheng was worried.

Before the emperor made a fuss, he handed over the draft to Zhixia, who wanted to see Zhixia embarrassed.Any idea that Zhixia would propose such draft conditions.

This time it was really a bit big.

The emperor was fine there, but those crocodiles were not easy to pass.

As long as they grab a little braid, they have the ability to overturn people.

"No need to worry, this condition was not proposed by me, but by the emperor." Liu Zhixia smiled and appeased the worried woman.

"I don't know what you are doing, just because you are sure, I don't worry so much."

Who did Fu Yuzheng put forward the conditions?But since the emperor bears that name, surely there is a tacit understanding between them, let them go.

She should not intervene in this kind of affairs, nor could she.

"By the way, did Yuan really participate in the draft?"

"Well, during the day, Yuan Lao personally sent her to the palace." Liu Zhixia's mouth smiled deeply, and the Mocha woman's chin was small. "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind anything, she can't grab my husband." Fu Yuzheng hummed, turned around and snuggled into the man's arms, listening to the joyful grin from his chest, and his lips didn't consciously curl up.

"Continuing to be confident, your husband is very happy."

"Very virtuous." With a mouthful of laughs and a smile, the tent was overflowing with tenderness.

The next day, after the extremely lively morning dynasty, the final draft is about to begin.

Qunchen walked out of the Luang Temple, and many of them passed by Liu Zhixia, whose eyes were not eyes, noses, or noses.

In response, Liu Zhixia all smiled back.

He didn't mind the attitude of these people.

Feng Mohan, as an emperor, also wanted to attend the final draft to make the final decision, so he did not leave immediately, still sitting in the dragon chair, and waited for the group of officers to leave before walking down the dragon chair, and Liu Zhixia one before Then walked to the draft venue.

"What do you think?" Feng Mohan walked in front, and suddenly asked such a sentence, falling into the ears of people who didn't understand it, just like the emperor was playing a dumb mystery.

"For such a long time, the emperor should have counted in his heart, and I have to ask more?" Liu Zhi Xia Dan said.

"Huh, isn't it asking you to be more confident? Don't look at the wrong person, a rat shit will ruin a pot of soup."

"Emperor, vulgar."

"What is it? Haven't you said rat shit?"

"Nothing."

"What about as a kid?"

Liu Zhixia was too lazy to take advantage of him to pull him a vulgar emperor, not squinting.

The more he was like this, the stronger the emperor was, and he kept talking about Barabara in his ears.

"Uncle Xia, how do you come up with this method of teaching to me? How did you come up with this? This alchemy stone is so powerful that after a draft, it is enough for me to see which of the following people are sincere and which are different."

"There is ears next to the wall, Emperor."

"There is no wall here." Feng Mohan carried his hands on his back, walking slowly, and in a good mood, unlike the weather today, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

Since his speech at the end of last year to pick the draft, the ups and downs in Beijing and Chaotang have not stopped.

The discussion was all about draft events.

Especially after Liu Zhixia sent out the conditions to participate in the draft, the city's boiling point was pushed to the highest.

The controversy among the ministers of North Korea and China was also fiercer.

Among them is the sympathy with Liu Zhixia, who said that everything should be given priority to the royal heirs, and the emperor's blessing.

Some also blamed Liu Zhixia for the death of the harem and damage the country's Tianwei.

In the most fierce time, even a spokesperson died, and in the court hall, he complained to Liu Zhixia that he was arrogant, and asked the emperor to rape the villain of Luyuan, and he broke his head in court.

However, it is precisely this situation that can test the loyalty of the courtiers.

After that, they will go to the people who may be drawn.

"Uncle Xia, I really want to choose those show girls?"

"What's wrong, all of them are very personal."

"If Uncle Xia likes it, I will give you a few."

"Are you going to see your aunt Fu?"

Feng Mohan immediately pouted his lips, "You can dig a hole for me. I really want to say that Maodou will not care about me in the future."

Liu Zhixia smiled, "Relax, since it's a draft, the final check is in your hands. Who chooses who you don't choose, and someone forces you to fail?"

"The same is true of pitying the beauties who thought they had a chance to go to Beijing happily." Although the "beauties" were so beautiful, Feng Mohan swears that he absolutely did not discriminate against them.

It's just that they are not suitable for staying in the palace.

In this place, they can't make it.

It's better to go back and find someone to marry well, and maybe you can meet their real beloved.