The emperor's poisonous tongue. Comparing to the Nanling King, it is not much better.
"Very funny?" Walking a little further away, Feng Mohan turned his head sternly as he listened to the chuckles from time to time behind him.
The small board immediately closed the expression, fearful, "The emperor calms down, the minion dare not! The minion promises that he will never laugh when he encounters such a thing in the future!"
"How about you directly guarantee that you will never laugh again?"
"..." The small board bit his teeth to death, and against the oppression emanating from the emperor, he didn't say a word.
He is not stupid.
According to the emperor's promise, no matter what happens in the future, he won't be able to laugh.
He will have to say goodbye to his "laugh" in this life.
He can't do it!
Looking at the little eunuch, Feng Mohan was in a better mood.
"Good lord!"
As the master and servant walked far away, there was a lot of noise immediately behind the gardens on both sides.
It was only then that came up, all of them were all the show girls who came to the draft this time.
Someone looked at the show girl who was still kneeling on the ground, her face pale and crumbling, and sneered, "Relying on your good looks, you dare to come out to seduce the emperor, and you deserve it!"
"This Feng Susu is usually arrogant. She doesn't look as good as her, and she often scolds him as a pig behind his back."
"With her appearance, she dared to scream in front of us. Would you like her to compare her with those concubines in the imperial harem? Does she dare?"
As the words became shorter and shorter, the show women coughed and dispersed.
It's no wonder that Feng Susu has a high self-esteem. Among them, the delicate and beautiful women can also be turned into stunning beauties. Everyone is tacitly aware.
If it weren't for the weird requirements of this draft, how could they have a chance to participate in the draft
Therefore, even if they have entered the palace now, they still don't have much confidence. They don't even have the courage to make a chance encounter with the emperor. They can only hide away and envy and hate those who are a little bit colored.
In the Liu Mansion, Fu Yuzheng and Liu Zhixia hadn't stopped at this time, and they were discussing the affairs of Xiu Nu.
"Since the Xiu Girl entered Beijing, the rumors in the courtroom have not stopped, most of them are vaguely directed at you. Is it really okay to draft tomorrow?" Fu Yuzheng was a little worried.
Before, the emperor made a fool of himself and gave Zhixia the responsibility of the draft, which meant that he wanted to see Zhixia ashamed. How could I think that Zhixia would propose such draft conditions.
This time it was really big.
The emperor is fine, but those predators are not easy to dismiss.
As long as they grab a little braid, they have the ability to overturn people.
"Don't worry, this condition was not proposed by me, but by the emperor." Liu Zhixia smiled, soothing the worried woman.
"I don't know what you are doing, that's all, since you are sure, I don't worry about that much."
Can Fu Yuzheng know who proposed the conditions? But since the emperor has assumed that title, there must be a tacit understanding between them, so let them go.
This kind of thing is not suitable for her to intervene, nor can she intervene.
"By the way, Ms. Yuan really participated in the show?"
"Well, during the day, Yuan Yuan personally sent her into the palace." Liu Zhixia smiled deeply, rubbing the woman's small chin, "Mind?"
"I don't mind, she can't steal my husband from anything she does." Fu Yuzheng snorted softly, turned and snuggled into the man's arms, listening to the joyous smirk in his chest, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.
"Continue to stay confident, your husband is very happy."
"Virtue." Mouth, grinning, warmth overflowing in the tent.
The next day, after the very lively early dynasty, the final draft is about to begin.
When the officials walked out of the Golden Luang Temple, many of them passed by Liu Zhixia, their eyes were not eyes or nose or nose.
In response, Liu Zhixia all smiled faintly.
He doesn't mind the attitude of these people.
As the emperor, Feng Mohan had to be present in the final draft to make the final decision, so he did not leave immediately. He still sat on the dragon chair and waited for the officials to disperse before stepping down from the dragon chair and walking in front of Liu Zhixia. Then walked towards the draft venue.
"What do you think?" Feng Mohan walked in front, and suddenly asked such a sentence, which fell in the ears of people who didn't understand, just like the emperor was playing a dumb riddle.
"For such a long time, the emperor should have counted it in his heart, so I have to ask more?" Liu Zhixia said indifferently.
"Tsk, didn't I ask you a more bottom line? I won't misread the wrong person, and a mouse poop will ruin a pot of soup."
"The emperor, it's vulgar."
"What is it? You never said mouse shit?"
"Never said it."
"How about when you were young?"
Liu Zhixia didn't bother to talk to the emperor who insisted on pulling him a piece of vulgarity, without squinting.
The more he was like this, the more excited the emperor was, and he insisted on talking non-stop around Barabara in his ear.
"Uncle Zhi Xia, you taught me the tricks, how did you come up with this method? This alchemy stone is powerful, and after a draft, it is enough for me to see which of the people below are genuine and which is strange."
"The walls have ears, my lord."
"There is no wall here." Feng Mohan carried his hands on his back, walking slowly, and in a good mood. It was different from today's weather, and it was sunny.
From the end of last year when he spoke about the draft, the ups and downs in the capital and court have never stopped.
The discussion is all about draft issues.
Especially after Liu Zhixia issued the conditions for participating in the draft, he pushed the boiling point of the whole city to the highest.
The controversy between the officials of the DPRK and the Chinese government is also more intense.
Among them, he echoed Liu Zhixia, saying that everything should be important to the royal heirs, and that the emperor's satisfaction is the most important.
There were also angrily reprimanding Liu Zhixia for harming the harem and damaging the natural power of the country.
In the most intense period, even some officials slammed their heads in court and complained in the court that Liu Zhixia was arrogant in taking power, and begged the emperor to purge the villain, Cheng Yuan, and knocked his head in court.
However, it is precisely this situation that can try to find out which party the courtiers are loyal to.
After that, they will be able to win over those who might be attracted one by one.
"Uncle Zhixia, do I really want to pick those show girls?"
"What's wrong, all of them have very personal characteristics."
"If you like Uncle Zhixia, I will give you some."
"You come to your Aunt Fu and tell me to have a look?"
Feng Mohan immediately curled his mouth, "You can dig a hole for me. I really want to say that Maodou will not pay attention to me in the future."
Liu Zhixia smiled, "Relax, since it's a draft, the final barrier is in your hands, who do you choose or not, and there are people who are forcing you to fail?"
"That said, I'm sorry for those beauties who think they have the opportunity to go to Beijing happily." Although those "beauties" are too beautiful to be described in a word, Feng Mohan swears that he has absolutely no intention of discriminating against them.
It's just that they are not suitable for staying in the palace.
In this place, they can't make it out.
It's better to go back and find someone to marry well, maybe you can meet their true beloved.