And the eunuchs and maids who were placed by the emperor's side by the regent were finally relieved.
It seems that the little emperor really did what she said, and summoned the prime minister to find a place for the regent.
Yu Chu achieved his goal of confusing the regent, so he hooked his lips, happily took out the brochure, and showed Rong Xian all kinds of beauties with great interest.
"Look, Aiqing, this... isn't it a bit too thin? The breasts are not big, so it's not good."
"Well, the nose is a little crooked."
"This mouth is too big."
…
Rong Xian remained expressionless, and lowered his eyes to hear her finish her long speech. Finally, the little emperor put the pile of noble girls' albums aside, and came to a conclusion:
"Nothing to see."
Rong Xian glanced at the album that was thrown aside.
All the noble girls in Jinghua were cast aside just like that.
He slightly rolled up the snow-colored sleeves, and the slightly casual belt in the long clothes cinched Zhilan Yushu's figure, and his slightly lowered eyes made the maids on the side bow their heads and blushed, sneaking a glance from time to time.
Yu Chu naturally noticed that the young prime minister could still make the maids feel happy even if he just sat still.
She curled her lips, put down the picture album as if nothing had happened, and asked with a smile: "Aiqing also have a few comments?"
Only then did Rong Xian look up at her.
In the young man's dark eyes, the green lamp was as empty as an ancient Buddha, and he said softly: "Your Majesty's words are very true."
Just so lazily blocked the words back.
He slightly lowered his eyes to drink tea, and the light and shadow in the room shone on the young man's snow-white long clothes, reflecting his cold eyes, which were indeed beautiful in their own right, like the flowing clouds in the sky of Beijing.
Yu Chu tapped on the armrest, "Aiqing also thinks these noble girls are nothing to look at? Then Aiqing..."
She suddenly leaned over, across the low table in the middle, and asked with a smile, "What do you think I look like?"
The old eunuch under the stage trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief. The maids froze, and the hall fell into an eerie silence.
The emperor... molested the prime minister? !
The palace people were shocked and swiped the screen, but the young prime minister in long white clothes raised his eyes to look at the emperor.
In the dark black pupils, the smiling face of the opposite person was reflected. With a calm expression on his face, Rong Xian took a sip of tea and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is born beautiful."
"..."
Yu Chu's smile froze and he rolled his eyes.
This answer is not distracting at all.
She looked at the person opposite for a while, and found that the fragments of this plane were not easy to get approval.
It seems that he is very good-tempered to accompany her to pick someone, but in fact, with his plain appearance, it seems that this is not the palace, but his back garden.
He was just a little interested, and wanted to see how she, the puppet emperor, could jump around.
Ah.
Yu Chu squinted his eyes, then looked away, turned his head and told the palace people to put away the picture album, his expression became cold for a moment, and he said lazily: "It's really hard work for Aiqing to accompany me for a long time. Let's leave today."
After speaking, she lifted her foot and left.
Only then was Rong Xian slightly startled, and raised his dark eyes, watching the little emperor suddenly withdraw his previous enthusiasm, and leave the hall without looking back.
He lowered his eyes, put down the teacup in his hand, folded his sleeves and stood up, his eyes fell on the album in the hands of the palace servant.
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As Yu Chu walked, he listened to the old manager Li who was next to him keep chanting, "Oh my little ancestor, how could you talk to the prime minister like that?"
The palace people followed at a distance.
Yu Chu sighed, "Grandpa Li, tell me about the prime minister."