Your Majesty, please come quickly

Chapter 522 Who is good-looking? !

"What?!" The moment Ling Zimo asked the question, An Deshun stammered and shouted.

He has forgotten all about etiquette and dignity.In addition to being shocked, he is still shocked in his mind now!

Master... Are you crazy? !
Or...is the master's so-called comparison different from the comparison he understands?

With this assumption as psychological comfort, An Deshun instantly felt that he felt much better.

So, he hurriedly said, "Then how can Prince Ke Luo compare with you. You are young, and you have become the lord of the Chen Kingdom before you take the crown."

"In terms of status, you are the emperor of Chen Kingdom, and Prince Ke Luo is just an ordinary prince of many small countries affiliated to Chen Kingdom, not even a crown prince."

"In terms of resourcefulness, this vast country has a vast land, and you have been able to govern it very well. But he, who is a few years older than you, is still learning to govern the country."

"In terms of talent, you are proficient in poetry, calligraphy, painting, qin, flute and flute. Prince Ke Luo can't compare to you."

In the final analysis, in An Deshun's heart, that prince Ke Luo from the southern country was nothing compared to his own master.

And while he was talking, he only cared about counting his master. As for the question about his appearance before, he had long since forgotten it a thousand miles away.

"It's gone?" Ling Zimo frowned, and the meaning of his gaze on An Deshun was unclear.

He patiently listened to him talking a lot of nonsense, but there was no comparison about his appearance? !

Answer the question!
The moist thin lips were slightly pursed, and a thin layer of anger appeared in the beautiful Qiu Shui Jian pupil.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that his master was showing signs of anger, An Deshun hastily added, "And... and martial arts!"

"In terms of martial arts, your majesty is already a top-notch expert at a young age, but Prince Ke Luo only knows how to defend himself. He simply cannot compare with you!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Zimo's complexion not only did not improve at all, but became even uglier.

An Deshun was bitter, he had boasted all he could, and for the rest, he couldn't open his eyes and tell lies about his master's shortcomings, right?

But in the face of his master's growing anger, he quickly gave up his principles and planned to "beg for mercy", "You have a better temper than him..."

But before he finished speaking, Ling Zimo interrupted him directly, "That's not what I want to ask! I just want to know, is he good-looking, or am I good-looking?"

Who is good looking? !

For a moment, An Deshun thought he was hallucinating.

However, when he came back to his senses and saw the extremely serious expression of his master, he hesitated...

Master is serious? ? ?

"What? Don't dare to say?" Ling Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly, bending into a dangerous arc, "Is it because I'm uglier than him?"

"How is it possible!" An Deshun immediately argued loudly, "Where is Prince Ke Luo as good-looking as you, he can't compare with you at all. Moreover, he is just ordinary good-looking. In terms of temperament, he is even more beautiful. It is completely inferior to yours!"

Prince Ke Luo, I'm sorry... Although everyone thinks that you and the master have their own merits, since the master asked, I can only belittle you a little...

Hope, you can understand...

"Really?" Ling Zimo looked at An Deshun suspiciously. The ingratiating meaning in this guy's words was too obvious, so he didn't quite believe it.

(End of this chapter)