The compound is noisy and lively almost every day.
This month, people in the village are afraid to come by.
As soon as they were pulled by two old women, who was justified, they would offend others, and the thief would be guilty. Who would dare to come
In mid-February, Feng Mohan at the palace received a letter, and after reading it, he calmly destroyed the letter.
The calm contained indifference, almost the same as Feng Qingbai's guessed reaction.
No one knows if it is his child.
He had no impression of what happened between Shan Lai that night.
This is not normal.
It is said that he was awake three minutes after being drunk, not to mention that he was not so drunk as mud at the time, but he was sleepy and asleep on the drunkenness, and it was impossible to feel nothing at all.
In the palace, there are countless nasty methods that he has seen since childhood. It is not that he conspired everything, but the matter itself is a conspiracy.
Child... Whether it is royal blood or not, let him stay in Xinghua Village.
Staying in that place is much better than staying in the palace.
At least you don't have to be subject to many constraints, and you don't have to walk on thin ice all the time, which is a good thing.
The draft that was set a year ago will be held in March, and women from all over the world have already rushed to the capital. When the draft is over, there will be a large number of people in the harem. Everyone wants to be in power. For the only heir of the emperor, and the child who is still not taken care of by the mother, it is impossible for those concubines not to take action.
Where people cannibalize, children do not grow up.
Unexpectedly, I remembered that when Feng Mohan's mouth was cold, and he was two years old when he became the throne. If he hadn't been taken care of by Uncle Wang, the person sitting in this position might not be him.
That's the case, isn't he also planted Gu worms unknowingly.
"The emperor, Master Liu entered the palace just now and handed in the draft list." Xiaobanzi walked into the Imperial Study Room with a stack of portraits, and gave a small report.
"Why don't others come in?"
"Master Liu said that these materials can be handed over to the emperor for a glance, and the emperor does not need to worry about other things, the master will take care of it seriously."
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he took the portraits of the show girls, "Speaking in a high-sounding manner, what he wants to say is that I only need to look at it, I don't need to make comments, and he won't listen to them."
The small board hung his head and did not dare to answer.
If it were not, the emperor was not happy and would say that he helped Master Liu speak.
If so, the emperor would not be happy, and would scold him for daring to wear small shoes to Master Liu behind his back.
Accompanying the emperor for these years, he deeply understands a truth, and he is with him like a tiger.
"Puff!" The young emperor, who was looking at the portrait while sipping his tea, choked his throat with a sip of tea and squirted it out, his eyes trembling as if he had seen a ghost, "Is this the portrait of the show girls this year?" "
"Back to the emperor, Master Liu personally handed it in. There will be no fakes."
"Maybe the painter cheated?"
Xiaoban, "..." How many heads does the painter have
"There must be something wrong with this, I don't believe it." After the choking, the emperor calmed down, pushed the portrait aside, got up, "Stop driving, I'm going to the Liu Mansion!"
The small board didn't dare to neglect, and immediately followed the emperor and started to drive.
Regardless of the emperor's reaction, when he first saw the portrait, he couldn't believe it.
In the past, anyone who dared to use this kind of portrait for the draft would have to play the board without beheading.
The first "look" alone is very unqualified!
This time the emperor reached the Liu Mansion very quickly.
After jumping out of the carriage, he immediately rushed to the house, stepping out, and every step seemed to crush the ants on the ground.
The small board needs to run in small steps to catch up with the emperor's speed, which shows how angry the emperor is.
Xiaoban was frightened, very worried that the emperor would quarrel with Master Liu this time.
"Uncle Zhi Xia, can you change a group of show girls? Otherwise, I guess I will have no face at the canonization ceremony."
The small board staggered slightly, okay, he was the one who was worrying about it just now.
The current appearance of the emperor has lost the aura he had just now, and he looks like a young man who is awkward and acting like a baby.
Knowing that the emperor was coming, Liu Zhixia hurried over from the study. Before entering the living room, he heard the young man crying.
Rubbing her eyebrows, Liu Zhixia walked into the hall and sat down, "The emperor didn't finish reading the portrait, right?"
"Looking at the first few pictures, my stomach is already faintly uncomfortable. If I look at it, I may be hungry tonight."
"This time the selection of the show girl was selected based on the face of Vanves, because the conditions were too harsh, and it was more difficult to choose than in previous drafts. The top few portraits are indeed a bit unsatisfactory, but not every one The beautiful girls are so distinctive, if the emperor keeps watching, he can see the heavenly celestial being descended from the earth."
Liu Zhixia's explanation is very detailed, gentle and persuasive, and conscientious.
It's just that Feng Mohan was not happy, and the corners of his mouth twitched more severely, "I know Uncle Xia, I believe you. But, can you change a wave of beautiful girls?"
He must repeat the old saying.
Youdao is the general among the dwarfs. All the dwarfs you saw before were all dwarfs, and when you saw one that was not so short, you would think he was so tall and tall.
The same goes for draft girls.
After seeing too many pieces of ugly Wuyan, then suddenly there was a less ugly one, why shouldn't he go down to the earth as a goddess
However, this is still an illusion.
Uncle Zhixia is creating this kind of illusion for him now, thinking he is so easy to deceive
"The emperor, when the list was finalized, the emperor list had already been posted."
"Who sent it?"
"You stamped it yourself, this morning."
"..." He believed in Uncle Zhi Xia too much, so he would not even look at it when he asked himself to pass the seal.
The little emperor left sadly.
In early March, the draft was held as scheduled, and the girls entered the palace one by one in small sedan chairs.
At this time, the canal has thawed, the ship resumed navigation, and Qian Wanjin's carriage landed safely and arrived in Yunzhou.
Hurry up for three hours and return to Xinghua Village in the afternoon.
The Qinghe River is just lively right now.
The spring broadcast began. After lunch, the villagers continued to return to the fields to plant rice seedlings. Across a green river, people from two villages were talking and laughing, and the loud voices could be heard from far away.
The carriage went all the way in, and there was laughter everywhere.
Cheerful, relaxed, pleasant, and kind, and can easily infect people who hear it to relax.
Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou smiled unconsciously on their faces, and drove the curtain to look out.
The driver seemed to know this habit of the master, and deliberately lowered the speed so that the master could take a good look at the scenery along the way.
There are green mountains and green waters in the distance, cock crowing and dogs barking nearby, full of the smell of fireworks.
No reason can make people feel very cordial.
The carriage came to a halt in front of a compound. Before Qian Wanjin got out of the car, he shouted excitedly, "Fengqingbai, Xiaoye is back, hurry up and drive!"
"Master, grandma, Zhiqiu, Fu Nuan, my little master is back!"
The sound of footsteps in the courtyard immediately sounded, trembling people's hearts.
Hanshuang tightened her whole body, and her expectation was intertwined with fear.
Is there really a future for her here