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

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In April, the moonlight is dim, and the moonlight is as cool as water.

As soon as the man wore a thin yellow robe, he stood in the imperial garden and lost his mind. Yelu wet her clothes without realizing it.

"Emperor, it's cold in the night, why not go back to the bedroom and rest?" Uncle Peng tried carefully.

Ever since the news of the main blind date in Hongdou County, it became the norm for the emperor to be in a daze at the Royal Garden at midnight.

Fortunately, when it was day to deal with government affairs, he was still the rigorous and perfect emperor of East Vietnam, and he could not go wrong.

"Emperor? It's getting late at night. Let's go back to rest. It's time for another two hours." The man didn't respond, apparently didn't hear it, and didn't return to his mind. Uncle Peng reminded him again.

The man came suddenly, "Well, so late? Come back."

Then he turned around and walked back slowly.

"Several younger brothers from the minister's palace rushed to Nanling, right? Fang Shilang's family, Yuan Taiwei's family, Zhongshufang's adult family... The family background is weak, not good enough."

"The emperor, the master of Hongdou County, blindly, the king of Nanling will naturally pick the best for his baby daughter, these emperors do not have to worry too much." Peng Shu sighed.

It's hard to say, where do these emperors worry?

Nanling Wang's daughter is famous.

It's just that they didn't expect that people who spoil their daughters would let their daughters marry each other.

People can't guess their minds, and they don't understand the purpose behind the Nanling King's move.

Otherwise, with the status of the King of Nanling, where his son-in-law needs to be picked, whoever he likes, the name is.

There is no such thing as a rush, and although it is tempting, it is also uneven.

After Uncle Peng finished talking, the man walking ahead did not speak anymore, and the whole person was extremely silent.

Even the back is a bit dim.

Early the next morning, he got up and wore it on time. When preparing to go to the early dynasty, a secret letter was handed to Yan Rongjin.

Looking at the writing above, Yan Rongjin recognized that Nanling had handed it over.

"When did you receive it?"

"Return to the emperor, received it last night, when the emperor was already sleeping, the subordinates did not dare to disturb the emperor, so they waited until now."

"Whenever you receive the letter next time, as long as it came from Nanling, it will be presented immediately!"

"Yes." Those who perceive the emperor's anger were panicked.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Peng waved his hand and sent the person back. When he turned back and wanted to say something, he saw that the man had opened the letter and read it.

Then, his faint face suddenly sluggish, and there was a surge in his eyes.

"Emperor?" Uncle Peng frowned, and immediately speculated in his heart, "But the letter from the King of Nanling, what did he say? Wouldn't it be...I want the Emperor to pick someone for the county master?"

That emperor is too difficult!

Yan Rongjin shook his head and sat down slowly on the chair next to him. There was still something tumbling in his heart, and his breath was faint and messy. "Uncle Peng, let me know, I'll avoid today."

"Emperor? What happened?" Uncle Peng was surprised.

Before being busy and tired, the emperor never surpassed the early dynasty.

What exactly is written on that letter.

The man quickly puzzled him, "Uncle Peng, King Nanling invited me to run."

"Election?..." His words made Uncle Peng's old face black and red, "How do you do this! The emperor is a king, and there has never been only a king to choose a concubine, but no king competes as a son-in-law!"

Pass it out and don’t be laughed at!

"Emperor, you can't..." Can't promise!

The following words were interrupted by the man, and he smiled lightly, "I should."

"..."

Not much to see Uncle Peng's face, Yan Rongjin squeezed the stationery in his hand, and his fingertips just covered the last few words on the stationery.

Not peeping.