Chapter 1298: Can you change the show girl? (20)

Chapter 1298 Can You Change A Show Girl? (20)
The courtyard was very noisy and lively almost every day.
This month, the villagers dare not come to the door.
From now on, two old women will be dragged to judge who makes sense, what words offend people, thieves are offended, who dares to come?
In mid-February, Feng Moyu from the Royal Palace received the letter, and after reading it, it was calmly destroyed.
That calmness was indifferent, almost the same as the response of Feng Qingbai's guess.
No one knew his child.
He didn't have any impression what happened between that night and Shanli.
This is not normal.
They all said that the drunk was awake at three minutes, not to mention that he was not drunk at the time, but was drunk and asleep on top of the drunk, and could not feel nothing.
In the palace, there are countless ways to see things from a young age. Not everything is conspiracy, but the matter itself is a conspiracy.
Child ... Whether it is royal blood or not, let him stay in Xinghua Village.
Staying there is much better than staying in the palace.
At least you do n’t need to be bound by many, and you do n’t need to be on thin ice all the time. It may be a good thing.
The draft set a year ago will be held in March. Show girls from all over the place have been rushing to Beijing. When the draft is over, the harem will add a large number of people. Everyone wants to be on top. For the emperor's only son-in-law, who is still a child without a mother's care, those concubines cannot fail.
Where people eat, children don't grow up.
He suddenly remembered that year, Feng Mo's mouth had a cool corner, and he was two years old when he ascended to the throne. If he was not taken care of by Wang Shu, the person sitting in this position may not be him.
That's it. Isn't he also planted maggots by people without knowing it?
"The emperor, Lord Liu entered the palace just now, and handed in the draft list." Xiao Banzi went into the Royal Study Room with a portrait of a mule, carefully reporting it.
"Why don't others come in?"
"Master Liu said that these materials can be handed to the emperor at a glance. Other things do not need to worry about the emperor, and the master will take them seriously."
He twitched his lips and took the portraits of the show girls. "It's eloquent. What he wants to say is that he only needs to glance at it. He doesn't need to comment. He doesn't listen to comments."
Xiaoban dangled his head and did not dare to answer.
If not, the emperor would be unhappy and would say that he helped Lord Liu speak.
If so, the emperor would not be happy, and would scold him for daring to wear small shoes for Master Liu.
Accompanying the emperor over the years, he deeply understood a truth, accompany the monarch like a tiger.
"Yeah!" The young emperor who sipped tea and looked at the portrait, took a sip of tea and spit it out, his eyes stared round and saw a ghost like, hey, "This is the portrait of the girls this year? "
"Return to the emperor, Lord Liu personally handed it in, there must be no fake."
"Maybe the artist was cheating?"
Xiaoban, "..." How many heads does the artist have?
"There must be something wrong in this part, I don't believe it." After the moment, the emperor calmed down, pushed the portrait aside, and got up, "While driving, I'm going to Liufu!"
The small board did not dare to neglect, and immediately followed the emperor and began to drive.
Regardless of the emperor's response, when he first saw the portrait, he couldn't believe it.
In the past, whoever dares to use this kind of portrait for the draft, you have to play the board without beheading.
Just the first "look" is very unqualified!
The emperor arrived at Liufu very quickly this time.
Immediately after jumping off the carriage, he rushed to the house, stepping out, and every step seemed to crush the ants on the ground.
The small board had to run in small steps to catch up with the emperor's speed, showing how fierce the emperor was.
Xiaobanzi was frightened, very worried that the emperor would quarrel with Master Liu this time.
"Uncle Xia, can you exchange a show girl? Otherwise, it may be a shame in the canonization ceremony."
Xiaoban's feet were stunned for a moment, okay, it was him who was thinking about it just now.
The emperor's appearance was gone now, and he looked like an awkward young boy.
After learning that the emperor was coming, Liu Zhixia hurriedly rushed from the study. He heard the teenager crying hard before entering the living room.
Rubbing her eyebrows, Liu Zhixia went into the hall and sat down. "Isn't the emperor finished the portrait?"
"Looking at the previous pictures, my stomach is faintly uncomfortable. If you look at it, you may be hungry tonight."
"This time, the selection of the show girls was based on Wangfu's face, because the conditions were too harsh, and the selection was much harder than previous drafts. The top portraits are indeed a little unsatisfactory, but not every The show girls are so characteristic. If the emperor continues to look, she can see the heavens descending from the earth. "
Liu Zhixia's explanation was very detailed, warm and persuasive, and due diligence.
It was just that Feng Moyu was not happy, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more. "Uncle Xia, I believe what you said. But, can you change to a show girl?"
He must repeat the old words.
One way is to pull generals from the dwarf. All the dwarfs you saw before were the dwarves, and when you saw a shorter one, you would think he was tall and tall.
The same is true of draft women.
I have seen a lot of ugliness without salt, and then a less ugly one suddenly appeared. Then it should not be regarded as a heavenly girl.
However, this is still an illusion.
Uncle Xia is now creating this illusion for him, do you think he is so deceived?
"The emperor, when the list was finalized, the emperor list had already been issued."
"Who sent it?"
"You seal it yourself, this morning."
"..." He believed so much about Uncle Xia that he wouldn't even see it when he told himself to stamp it.
The little emperor left sadly.
At the beginning of March, the draft was held as scheduled, and the show girls sat in small sedan chairs one by one.
At this time, the canal had thawed, the ship resumed navigation, and Qian Wanjin's carriage also landed safely and reached Yunzhou.
Hurry up three hours and return to Xinghua Village in the afternoon.
Right now the Qinghe River is lively.
The spring sowing began. After eating the lunch, the villagers continued to return to the fields to plant rice. Across the Qinghe, the people in the two villages laughed, and their big voices could be heard from far away.
There was laughter everywhere the carriage went in.
Cheerful, relaxed, pleasant, and kind, can easily infect those who hear it to relax.
Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou smiled unconsciously, and drove out the curtains to look out.
The driver seemed to know the habit of the master, and deliberately reduced the speed so that the master could look at the scenery along the way.
There are green mountains and green waters in the distance, and barking of chickens and dogs, full of fireworks.
For no reason, people can feel incomparable.
The carriage stopped in front of a compound. Before Qian Wanjin got out of the car, he shouted with excitement, "Feng Qingbai, Xiao Ye is back, come out and drive!"
"Grandpa, milk, Zhiqiu, Fuxi, my grandfather is back!"
Footsteps rang immediately in the courtyard, and Hula was shaking.
Frost tightened all over, looking forward to intertwining with panic.
Does this really have her future?
Today is good. The child is asleep. Orange and the author in the group are on a long-distance code car. By the morning, Mu Meng guesses how much orange can be coded?
(End of this chapter)