Fu Yue didn't care at all whether he would be branded as a widow's disease.
In the face of absolute power, gossip is so pale and vulnerable, and the harm it causes to people is not painful.
Fu Yue did not hide her attributes of hardcore Yangou at all.
Her Majesty the Queen is so capricious.
She looks good and she makes sense!
She's a boss and she's right!
…
Fu Yue tried to instill in these beautiful boys some ideas that are rooted in the core values of socialism, such as pursuing freedom and breaking free from shackles.
So much so that everyone present felt more and more weird.
Your Majesty, this is your election! !
What are you doing? ?
Not to mention, with Fu Yue's encouragement, a young man really stood up.
It was a young man with a weak and delicate appearance, and his attire was also rather plain, neither humble nor overbearing said: "Your Majesty has the appearance of a celestial being, and I know that I am ugly and have mediocre aptitude, so I am not good enough to serve you at your side."
Fu Yue glanced at him with great interest, and what he saw in this man's eyes was his amazement towards her and awe of the emperor, but he was not half-distracted, and tapped the dragon chair twice with his slender, snow-white fingers the armrest, the empress firmly said: "You must have a sweetheart."
A smiling voice gradually sounded.
The young man hesitated and didn't answer, but a blush gradually appeared on his drooping face, obviously he had been stabbed in his mind.
Fu Yue chuckled lightly, "Why are you shy, tell me the name of your sweetheart, if you are indeed in love, I don't mind doing a good deed and giving you a marriage."
The young man's eyes lit up suddenly, he was obviously very excited, and kept kowtowing to Fu Yue, "Thank you for your majesty's fulfillment, I am very grateful."
Fu Yue waved his hand, raised his eyebrows boredly, and turned his dark eyes to look at the crowd.
"what about you?"
With this boy began.
Afterwards, quite a few people really stood up one after another, saying that they were unwilling to participate in the draft, but were forced by the family, and Fu Yue mercifully helped them.
Probably for doing something good.
A strange sense of joy welled up in Fu Yue's heart inexplicably.
Some of the remaining people expressed that they sincerely wanted to stay and serve the king.
Fu Yue hummed indifferently, waved his sleeves towards the eunuch Si Li, and said, "Go ahead."
The beautiful boys came forward one by one.
Fu Yue was a little fatigued.
She turned her head and saw Wen Xian who was sitting on the phoenix seat with a beautiful face, and said with a smile: "What do you think of these people, Mr. Feng? Do you have any sleepy eyes?"
Wen Xian rolled up his sleeves, turned his head expressionlessly, his cherry red lips opened and closed: "Your Majesty, are you sure you want me to comment?"
Think of the situation in the royal study that day.
This person is completely nitpicking!
That scene was simply tragic!
Fu Yue: "..."
This is absolutely impossible.
The empress covered her lips and coughed softly, "Forget it, I was just joking."
Wen Xian snorted coldly, not giving her any face.
Fu Yue: "..."
Am I pampering you too much
The draft is coming to an end.
The noble and elegant emperor frowned slightly, looking at the crowd in front of him, as if he was a little confused and a little embarrassed to speak.
"I don't seem to be interested in you."
Everyone: "..."
Eunuch Li Fu: "..."
Your Majesty, what bullshit are you talking about
Wen Xian: "..."
The beauty's indifferent face twitched, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up a little.
Obviously happy.