The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

The servant who went to the prime minister's mansion to announce the decree firmly remembered Mr. Xu's orders, and only after Yun Zheng left the imperial study room did he bend over carefully and walk in.

The dark-faced emperor suddenly laughed when he saw the gift list presented by the servant, the black cloud on his face dissipated, and there was a hint of interest.

Su Mingchang was standing by the emperor's side to serve him, he also saw the gift list, his old face showed surprise, the corners of his mouth twitched, he felt that the princess of Xiangfu was out of his mind, and actually issued such a gift list , Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for Mr. Xu?

Such a gift list, not to mention the eldest son Xu, is the emperor of the ninety-five years, or looking at the world, it is impossible for anyone to come up with such a betrothal gift!

However, even Su Mingchang, who is used to seeing smart people in the palace, has to praise Lin Qingran's Lan Xinhui quality. If he directly resists the order and disrespects, then he will only end up in prison. If the emperor is more ruthless, then It is directly copying the family and exterminating the family.

But when Princess Zhaohua asked for a betrothal gift, the meaning was completely different. Not only did she follow her own mind, she didn't need to marry, but also made the emperor unable to find any mistakes.

It has to be said that only such a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart can make people like King Yun and Mr. Xu fall in love with each other.

"A basket of spring water, a piece of white cloud, a box of moonlight, and a basket of cool breeze!" The emperor said in a hoarse voice, with a pleasant expression on his face: "This handwriting was not written by Prime Minister Lin."

To be honest, it is much more beautiful than Prime Minister Lin’s writing, with a fuller style, which shows how extraordinary the person who wrote the pen is. It is no different from the current champions, and it is by no means the old man who is gradually corrupted by the officialdom. able to write.

"Your majesty is wise, this is indeed not written by Lin Xiangye." The father-in-law who announced the decree immediately bowed and said.

"Could it be that this was written by Princess Zhaohua?" The emperor was somewhat surprised.

"The emperor's eyes are sharp, this is indeed written by the princess." Although the eunuch who announced the decree felt that Lin Qingran was a person who had nothing to do, he was also full of admiration for her words. He was able to be by the emperor's side. Serving, being a father-in-law who proclaims the decree, it is impossible to be illiterate, so he also knows a little bit of pen and ink.

Princess Zhaohua can write such strong characters, she must be a well-educated person, worthy of the title of the most talented woman.

"Ah, it was really written by Zhaohua?" The emperor was a little surprised, and then looked at the gift list in his hand: "Did Zhaohua also come up with the idea of ​​the betrothal gift?"

"Well, it should be proposed by the princess himself!" The eunuch who announced the decree replied more respectfully.

"Should be? I'm asking you if it's true?" The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a bit of impatience.

"Returning to the emperor, when the servant went to the prime minister's mansion to announce the decree, the princess was not in the mansion. After the slave's imperial edict was announced, the princess came in to stop it, so the slave thought, this should be the princess's own idea."

Xuan Zhi's servant looked up at the emperor, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, if you want to know whether the princess came up with this idea by herself, wouldn't she know it when she entered the palace and asked?"

"What you said is true!" The emperor nodded and ordered: "You go to Xiangfu immediately to announce that Princess Zhaohua will enter the palace."

"Yes!" The father-in-law who announced the decree withdrew respectfully.

The corner of the emperor's mouth had a vague smile, but it was cold and without a trace of warmth: he wanted to see Yun Zheng, who was so heartbroken, who would rather subvert the world, what kind of stunning beauty was she?