An Zixuan sat in front of the dressing table, carefully painting his makeup.
Looking at the reflection in the bronze mirror, this delicate and fair face is not half haggard from the life in the deep palace in the previous life.
Now that he has just recovered from a serious illness, he actually adds a bit of a delicate and pitiful feeling of weakness.
An Zixuan raised his hand to gently touch this face, his eyes flashed a little dazed, but in an instant, his eyes became firm.
In this life, he will never repeat the ending of his previous life.
After changing his clothes and looking glamorous, An Zixuan was about to go out to Chaoyang Palace, but he was stopped by Kazama.
An Zixuan was puzzled: "???"
Kazama bit the bullet and said: "Master, Your Majesty has something to do today, so he probably won't have time to see you..."
An Zixuan frowned, he softly scolded Kazama, and said: "What are you talking about, Your Majesty has a lot to do every day, and when will she be free? Why is she not free to see me?"
Kazama continued to bite the bullet and explained: "Today, His Majesty is drafting in the Promise Hall..."
The word draft gradually weakened.
An Zixuan opened his eyes wide and raised his voice: "What? Draft? How is it possible?"
His steps were a little soft.
The person who was devoted to him in the previous life has changed in this life
This made An Zixuan very unacceptable.
At this time, he was no longer the arrogant and foolish Baitian back then. Naturally, it was impossible to immediately rush to the Wuji Hall to question the high-ranking emperor.
An Zixuan had secretly made up his mind.
After the general election is over, go to Chaoyang Palace to find Ji Lan and have a good talk with her.
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Promise Hall.
The vermilion door is open, and the inside of the hall is magnificent. Looking over, there are carved beams and painted buildings, and the five-clawed golden dragon statue hovering above the hall is full of majesty.
Down the white jade steps.
Standing a group of beautiful and charming men with low brows and pleasing eyes, each of them has its own merits. Their white faces are as tender as flower buds that can squeeze out water, almost making people look dazzled.
They are all at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and their eyes are pure and beautiful, black and white are clear and beautiful.
The empress sitting at the top rested her chin with her arms carelessly, and the small beads hanging from the crown collided with each other, making a crisp sound. She looked at the juicy young men at the bottom, as if admiring flowers.
The empress's long and beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she glanced at the empty phoenix seat beside her.
Yes, Wen Xian didn't come.
Also... According to that person's cold and innocent personality, how could he be happy to come to such an occasion
Fu Yue didn't care, she waved her hand casually, and told the eunuch who was beside her, "Let's start."
The voice is pleasant, slightly magnetic and hoarse, so good that it almost makes people blush.
The beautiful teenagers at the bottom lowered their heads one by one. Hearing the lazy and charming voice of the empress above, they couldn't help but have many daydreams in their hearts.
Even the voice is so nice.
Then His Majesty should be as graceful as the rumors say...
There was a little boy who really couldn't help but raised his head to peek at the face of the high-ranking empress.
That is the son of the Taifu family, Chu Xiange.
That is to say, Fu Yue and Wen Xian spent a long time picking in the imperial study room before they managed to pick out a pretty good one.
Chu Xiange was originally unwilling to participate in the draft. As the only son of the Taifu family, he has a noble status, so he is naturally proud.