Mingyu stared blankly at the portraits covering the table in front of her eyes, all of them were young men carefully selected by Murongyi, everyone was a dragon and phoenix, and they were all very handsome.
But in Mingyu's eyes, she can still pick out many faults.
This one's eyes aren't pretty enough, that one's nose isn't straight enough, and this one's eyebrows are too ugly...
"..." Zhao Ning looked at Mingyu speechlessly, "Mingyu, it is impossible for a person to be perfect. Although this Young Master Li's eyes are relatively small, he doesn't look ugly, and he is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. This prince, his martial arts are strong, his bravery is incomparable, and he is also good."
Mingyu pursed her lips, they were indeed good, but if she hadn't entered the palace as draft picks, she would appreciate them very much, but now it's different, she would unconsciously compare them with Yan Xiaoliu.
No one can compare to Yan Xiaoliu.
Zhao Ning asked helplessly, "There are so many, but none of them is your favorite?"
"No." Mingyu said, "Have someone return the portrait, and forget about this draft."
"There's no such thing as a draft." Zhao Ning said with a smile, "You don't like these, and there are others. There will always be something that makes you feel perfect."
Mingyu muttered, "With Yan Xiaoliu here, I don't think anyone can compare to him."
"What?" Zhao Ning asked uncertainly without hearing Mingyu's words clearly.
"No." Mingyu waved his hands hastily, "I should go back to the palace, otherwise Yan Xiaoliu will be in a hurry."
She had just finished speaking when she felt a gust of wind brush her cheeks, and Yan Xiaoliu's figure appeared in front of her.
"Xiao Liu, you're here." Mingyu's face beamed with joy, "How do you know I'm here?"
Yan Xiaoliu took a deep look at Mingyu, his eyes fell on the portrait on the table, and his stern eyebrows were tightly raised.
"You want to draft?" Yan Xiaoliu asked slowly, word by word, as if trying to calm himself down.
"..." Mingyu glanced at those portraits in embarrassment, "Actually, I don't like them at all."
"What don't you like?" Yan Xiaoliu asked, "Don't like the draft, or don't you like these people?"
Mingyu was stunned, is there a difference
"Do you think you need other men to accompany you?" Yan Xiaoliu asked in a low voice.
"No." Mingyu said in a daze, she didn't want to have strangers by her side, "It's Uncle Wang and grandfather who insisted on me drafting..."
Yan Xiaoliu looked down at her, "You agreed."
Mingyu laughed a few times, "If I don't agree, they will definitely miss me forever."
"Did you choose?" Yan Xiaoliu asked again, with a slightly dazed tone.
She had never seen Yan Xiaoliu like this before, and Mingyu felt a little scared for no reason, as if something was changing between them, "No, no."
"Then I will also participate in the draft," Yan Xiaoliu said.
"Huh?" Mingyu looked at him in astonishment.
Yan Xiaoliu frowned, "What? Am I not qualified?"
"No, but... why do you want to participate in the draft, it's so boring." Mingyu said in a low voice.
"Because other men are not qualified to stay by your side." Yan Xiaoliu said flatly, "Let's go back to the palace and discuss it carefully."
Before Mingyu could react, Yan Xiaoliu had already dragged him out, and he even used a kung fu method to return to the palace in a few breaths.
Zhao Ning, who had been treated as transparent all the time, took a deep breath. She felt that it was normal for Mingyu to look down on other men.
After all, with Yan Xiaoliu so good-looking by his side, how could other men catch his eye.
and…
Yan Xiaoliu will let Mingyu be with other people
Hehe, Murongyi is going to be busy for nothing.