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

Chapter 1316: Each Is Very Personal

Emperor's poison tongue. Compared to Nanling King, he is not too embarrassed.

"It's funny?" Going a little farther away, listening to the groaning from time to time, Feng Moyan turned his head back.

Xiaoban immediately closed his expression, and he was sincerely afraid. "The emperor is angry, the slave is afraid! The slave promises that he will never laugh again if he encounters such a thing in the future!"

"Will you just promise to never laugh again?"

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

He is not stupid.

According to the emperor's promise, he could not laugh at any situation after that.

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

He can't do it!

Holding the little **** with a look of encouragement, Feng Moyu was in a better mood. "Follow me, and don't move on the road."

"Oh, Lord!"

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

Only then did they show up, one by one, all the show girls who came to the draft this time.

Some people looked at the showgirl who was still kneeling on the ground and sneered, and sneered, "Relying on my good looks, I dared to seduce the emperor and deserve this end!"

"This Feng Susu is usually proud, she is not as good as her, and she is often called a pig in her back."

"Due to her appearance, she dared to whisper in front of us. Would you let her compare with those concubines in the queen's harem? Do she dare?"

The words became more and more short, and the show girls coughed and dispersed.

It's not that Feng Susu has high self-esteem. Among them, beautiful and beautiful women can also be lined with stunning beauty.

If it weren't for the weird requirements of this draft, how could these people have the chance to participate in the draft?

Because of this, even now they have entered the palace, they still have no confidence. They have no courage to try to make a chance encounter with the emperor.

Liu Fu, Fu Yuzheng and Liu Zhixia did not rest at this time, discussing the matter of Xiu Nu.

"Since the show girl entered Beijing, the rumors on the chapel have never stopped. Most of them are vaguely targeted at you. Is there any problem in the draft tomorrow?" Fu Yuzheng was a little worried.

Prior to the emperor's mischief, he left Zhixia to take charge of the draft. I never thought that Zhixia would propose such draft conditions.

It was really a bit big this time.

The emperor is fine there, but the predators are not easy to pass.

As long as they pinch a little braid, they have the ability to upset people.

"No need to worry, this condition was not raised by me, it was raised by the emperor." Liu Zhixia smiled, soothing the worried woman.

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

Who is the condition that Fu Yuzheng proposed? But since the emperor bears the name, there must be a tacit understanding between them, let them go.

It is not appropriate for a housewife of this kind to intervene and intervene.

"By the way, is Miss Yuan really participating in the draft?"

"Well, Lao Yuan personally sent her into the palace during the day." Liu Zhixia's mouth smiled two points deep, and the Capricorn woman's small chin said, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind, she won't be able to **** my husband." Fu Yuzheng snorted softly and turned into the man's arms, listening to the joyous smirk coming from his chest, and the corners of his lips didn't consciously lift up.

"Keeping confident, your husband is very happy."

"Violent." He pursed his mouth, smiled, and was warm in his account.

The next day, after the extremely lively early morning, the final draft was about to begin.

When the ministers walked out of the Golden Palace, many eyes passed by Liu Zhixia's side, and their eyes were not eyes, noses, and noses.

In response, Liu Zhixia all smiled slightly.

He doesn't mind the attitude of these people.

Feng Moyu was an emperor. In the final draft, he also had to attend the final decision, so he did not leave immediately, still sitting on the dragon chair, waited for the ministers to dissipate before stepping down the dragon chair, and went ahead with Liu Zhixia. After walking towards the draft field.

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

"So long, the emperor should have counted in his heart, and asked more?" Liu Zhixia said.

"Well, hey, isn't that asking you a more thorough voice? Lest you read the wrong person, a rat feces ruins a pot of soup."

"Emperor, vulgar."

"What vulgar? You didn't say rat feces?"

"I never said that."

"How about when you were a kid?"

Liu Zhixia was too lazy to pull him a vulgar emperor, without squinting.

The more he did, the more the emperor became more enthusiastic, and he had to pester Barbara in his ears and keep talking.

"Uncle Xia, how did you come up with the teachings to teach you? This alchemy stone is so powerful. After a draft, it's enough to see who is genuine and who is different."

"The partition has ears, emperor."

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

From the end of last year when he spoke for the draft, the ups and downs in Beijing and Chaotang have never stopped.

The discussions were all about the draft.

In particular, after Liu Zhixia issued the conditions for participating in the draft, he pushed the city's boiling point to the highest level.

The controversy among the ministers of the DPRK and China is also more intense.

Among them was Liu Zhixia, who said that everything should be the emperor's son-in-law, and emperor Nafu's.

Some also scolded Liu Zhixia for damaging the harem and damaging the country ’s power.

At the most fierce time, even the officials died dead, complaining on the court that Liu Zhixia took over the arrogance of power, begging the emperor to **** the villain, and gave his head to the court.

However, it is also this situation that can try to find out which side the courtiers are loyal to.

After that, they go one by one to win the people who may be attracted.

"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."

"You go and see in front of your aunt Fu?"

Feng Moyu immediately flung out the corners of his mouth, "You just dig a pit for you. I really want to say that edamame won't bother you anymore."

Liu Zhixia smiled, "Be assured, since it is a draft, the final pass is in your hands. Who do you choose and who do you choose, and who is forcing you to fail?"

"That's right, I'm sorry for those beauties who thought they had the opportunity to go to Beijing in high spirits." Although those "beauties" were so beautiful, Feng Moyan vowed that he had absolutely no intention of discriminating against them.

They just don't fit in the palace.

They couldn't make it in this place.

It would be better to go back and find someone to marry well, and maybe they could meet their true beloved.

Today, I am going to outline the details, and it was late to update. I originally wanted to post them four chapters later. I am afraid that there will be a bomb in the comment area. I will post two chapters first.

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