Jun Chen, who sat in the dragon chair after going away to the DPRK, changed into a white moon with five claws embroidered on her chest, and her golden crown hair was neatly tied behind her head, so she could not look forward to it.
He had already heard Xin Yao coming in and moving, and the memorial was just finished, so that the little eunuchs could put it aside and look up at their female faces.
Xin Yao’s heart suddenly interrupted and missed a beat, staring blankly.
Jun Chen looked at her and saw that the delicate and pretty face was covered with light powder, which made her skin look like a coagulated fat with youthful temperament.
There seems to be displeasure in his faint words. "Why do you want to run when you face it?"
The words spoken by the Ninth Five-Year Emperor from his mouth will give people a sense of oppression and make people feel flustered.
But I have always been accustomed to his cold tone. Xin Yao naturally won’t recognize it this way.
She stepped in front of him, and there was a console table specially set up by her next to his imperial case so that she could accompany him to read the paper.
On weekdays, at this time, she should have sat here and arranged the memorial.
Then he will talk to her about the DPRK, and she will advise her.
But today, surprisingly, she walked out of the palace with her tail between her legs. She was very fast, but he sent someone to stop her.
Xin Yao has walked by Jun Chen’s side, covered her hands and bowed her head. "No matter how fast I run, it’s not the imperial edict. Isn’t this my return?"
Jun Chen pursed his lips slightly, and after listening to it, his lip angle hooked up and set off a thin and cool arc. "It’s not like Lin Xiang’s style to be able to do such stupid things!"
Xin Yao chuckled and shook his head. "I have learned this from the emperor. It seems that it is also because the emperor has no body."
Answer blows with blows!
She has been with Lin Xin Yao Mu Junchen for nearly twenty years, and if she is scolded by him like a courtier, she is not worthy to be this woman!
So pick is your emperor’s fault * * * fart matter! She’s a professional companion. Twenty is not something that ordinary people can experience!
Jun Chen, with a serious face, threw the show girl list directly in front of her and said, "Look at this list and pick it up and then give it to Xiaoyan."
Xin Yao picked up the list of beautiful women at her feet, and her hand trembled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she casually glanced at Jun Chen and saw that he was buried in the memorial. A pair of phoenix eyes were as sharp as ice.
The emperor seems to rely heavily on her to throw this to her, and the implication is that the show girl is in charge of her!
These girls on the roster are just to fill his harem, and it is also his first draft since he ascended the throne three years ago.
But the emperor was not interested at all.
I don’t know Xin Yao’s heart is torn in the roster.
A cold sweat broke out on my head.
Xin Yao took the roster and sat trembling in front of his console table, picking up the pen and paying attention.
She stared at the names of each scholar and then linked them to the court, and then crossed out the boudoir names that were not suitable for entering the palace or that were not compatible with the emperor she had seen.
Xin Yao is cautious.
Jun Chen has already finished processing the throne and looked at her with one hand.
Her forehead was covered with sweat, her eyes were slightly raised, and her long eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, which could not hide her eyes shining with light golden light.
Half an hour later
Xin Yao selected the list and presented it to Jun Chen.
Jun Chen conveniently took it and casually turned it over for two pages in front of her.
But seeing that her face turned white, he propped up his head and said, "Go back and rest after a hard time."
"It’s a blessing to be a saint and share my worries." Xin Yao has taken out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead. When she walked out of the imperial room, she still stood behind her with one hand and gently pressed her belly with the other.
After Xin Yao’s departure, Jun Chen picked up a pen and thought about the case of returning the finger to the dragon and tapped it out.
He didn’t see the names of the girls on the list clearly, so he wrote Lin Xinyao on the first page of the list and threw it neatly to the personal supervisor.
Ling Yan’s eyes quickly swept away and accurately captured the name of Lin Xinyao, and then secretly looked at Sheng Yan and saw that the emperor’s expression became subtle and sly.
Ling Yan is also very well-advised to hold the list and immediately ordered people to prepare a blue mandarin duck and cut it into new clothes after going out.
Because their female adults don’t like other colors, they love the green emperor to bully others.
The second Japanese dynasty
When Xin Yao walked to the Imperial Palace, she found that there were strange eyes around her.
The official who walked out of that legislative hall together with her were squint at her.
What the hell happened?
She glanced at her dress or yesterday the government sent it to her house, saying that it was newly made by the Imperial Clothing Bureau, but the eunuch was still alive and ordered Xin Yao to wear it.
Xin Yao naturally knows that this is a mandarin duck brocade, which is a palace tribute. Only three horses have gold and no place to buy in a year.
And this day cyan happens to be her favorite color, so wearing her looks like a green lotus leaf from a distance.