Fu Yue, who was sitting behind the table, shook her hands, and dropped all the memorials she held in her hands. The word "draft" turned in her mind for a long time before she managed to figure out what was going on.
She just wore it that day.
This group of ministers just forced Lai Lai to say that she wanted her to be drafted, so as to spread branches and leaves for the royal family...
Fu Yue had already forgotten about it.
Now the Minister of Rites suddenly brought up this matter again. As a wise, powerful, noble, elegant, stunningly talented... empress, facing such a major event related to the state of the royal family, it is of course impossible for Fu Yue to refuse~
The empress waved her slender hand.
The handwriting on the bright imperial decree was chic and flamboyant, piercing through the strength of the back of the paper, and then stamped with a bright red jade seal, a lazy voice sounded.
"Yes."
This Minister of Rites is a vigorous and decisive person, and immediately helped Fu Yue arrange the selection process clearly.
Previously, Ji Lan was stubbornly refusing to draft because of An Zixuan, and even had the idea of abolishing the harem.
Tell me what's so good about that surnamed An. With that face, he inherited the ordinary appearance of his prime minister's old lady. He is so dull that he is not as good as her servant Xinna. I don't know that His Majesty can speak so well. of? !
Fortunately, His Majesty is back to normal now! !
The minister of the Ministry of Rites burst into tears with excitement, and he was ready to choose a few more charming and delicious beauties for his majesty... His Majesty, who is wise, martial, and magnificent.
Wash your eyes well!
As for An Zixuan, who was left by Fu Yue on Wen Xian's side, he stood there blankly like a wooden chicken, his eyes staring at the direction Fu Yue left in a daze.
Suddenly, An Zixuan turned his head again, stared at Wen Xian fiercely, and said, "Did Your Majesty have sex with you last night?"
Now that there were only him and Wen Xian left in the hall, An Zixuan had no scruples about what to say, and he was not afraid of the nominal Fengjun.
The beauty as cold as the moon glanced at him lightly.
Said: "I really can't figure it out, how could His Majesty have taken a fancy to you before."
The tone was a little mocking, and a little inexplicable.
An Zixuan: "???"
This hypocritical man is still double-faced!
Before, she didn't dare to say a word in front of His Majesty, and pretended to be a virtuous and virtuous person. Now that Ji Lan has left, she immediately reveals her true colors. How dare she still mock him? ?
Wen Xianshi stood up, he was tall, almost a head taller than An Zixuan, the white chicken, looked down at him from a high position, and continued to stab him in the heart.
"You look mediocre, and you can't be ranked in this harem full of flowers, and your temper is even more unsuitable for gentleness and restraint. You despise the king, and you are arrogant... You have no appearance, no talent, no virtue, what does your majesty look at?" What happened to you?"
Wen Xian seemed to be really puzzled, and looked at An Zixuan with those cold and beautiful eyes, with a hint of melancholy in his brows.
He muttered to himself: "Could it be that..." What you can't get is the best, human nature is cheap, and sure enough, even the emperor is no exception...
Thinking of this, the way Wen Xian looked at An Zixuan was somewhat normal, but there was still an unconcealable look of disgust.
Having the same wife in name with this kind of person...
This is simply an insult to him.
Wen Damei said that she was a little bit heartbroken, and she would not get better in a short time.