Prime Minister, Rong Xian.
Speaking of the legend of the young prime minister, storytellers on the street could talk about it for three days and three nights.
Born in the famous Jinghua Rong family, and the eldest son of an incomparably noble family, he was appointed prime minister at a young age, and he stood up to the old and spicy king regent.
Some people say that a look from a young prime minister can compare to Liu Yun in half of Jinghua.
I don't know how many girls are looking forward to it day and night, to meet the Prime Minister who is in micro-clothes and visits privately. He is dressed in snow-white clothes and has an orchid and jade tree. He has a beautiful face, but his eyebrows are far away.
Of course, all you have seen is this polite and alienated arc.
In the young man's dark and cold pupils, he is as calm as a blue lamp and an ancient Buddha, untouched by the world and dust.
No one had ever seen him smile sincerely.
At this time, facing the Lord of the World, the Ninth Five-Year Honor, the young prime minister just raised his slender fingers, his snow-white sleeves curved like flowing clouds, and his voice was a little shallow:
"His Majesty."
Yu Chu was shocked by his voice, coughed lightly, and then raised his hand: "Excuse me, Ai Qing."
Although her voice is slightly low, it is still a little tender.
However, in the eyes of civil and military officials, the emperor is just a baby, and the original mistress disguised herself as a man, and the regent deliberately made her age younger.
The immature voice did not attract attention.
As for the future - the regent will either ruin this voice with medicine and force her to change her voice... or simply make her dumb and unable to speak at all.
Yu Chu raised his eyes and glanced at the young prime minister.
Rong Xian was tall and slender, standing calmly, his brows were bright and bright, like a beautiful and cold bamboo.
White is a very monotonous color, but on this person, it is just like a handful of fine snow, delicate and deserted.
"Your Majesty summoned my ministers, why?"
He asked indifferently, his eyes fell on the emperor in dragon robes, but he didn't show respect, other than indifference, there was only some polite alienation.
Yu Chu turned to look at the old eunuch.
The old eunuch was looking at her eagerly, as if expecting how she would gain the Prime Minister's favor.
Yu Chu turned his head to look at the maids again.
They all lowered their heads respectfully, but their expressions were unconsciously shy.
Yu Chu turned around, coughed, raised his eyebrows and said:
"I'm looking for you to discuss the matter of the harem."
As soon as this sentence came out, the ladies in the court widened their eyes in astonishment, thinking that they had heard it wrong.
The old eunuch was also dumbfounded.
The hall was eerily quiet for a while, only the little emperor was still smiling, with his hands behind his back, and his index finger lightly brushed the jade ring on his thumb.
After a few seconds, Rong Xian tilted his head slightly, and the three thousand ink hairs moved lightly with his movements, and the young man's voice was still shallow: "This matter is not in the hands of the minister."
With slender and fair fingers, he gently lifted the snow-white sleeves, the boy's eyelashes drooped, and he said lightly: "If there is nothing else, I will leave."
The old eunuch had been sweating secretly after hearing the little emperor's words. At this time, he was relieved to hear that the prime minister didn't care about it.
However, he heard his own emperor say: "I entrust you with the affairs of the harem, and you will take care of it."
"..."
The old eunuch's breath was stuck in his throat, and the palace people looked at each other in horror.
Everyone thought this little puppet emperor was crazy.
How dare you talk to the prime minister like that
He was originally the son of a family with power over the government and the public, a formidable figure who even the regent had to give way to three points.
But let people... take care of the harem