Chapter 557: Since Bai Yiqing Xiang (4)

Prime, chord.
Speaking of the legend of the young man, the storyteller on the street can sway for three days and three nights.
Born in the famous Jinghua Rongjia, he is also an invaluable eldest son, and he is very young and officially sealed up against the old Regent.
Some people say that the younger one can look at the clouds in the middle of Beijing.
I don't know how many girls look forward to day and night, and I can meet the singer of the micro-service private visit. The snow-white horns of Zhilan Yushu are beautiful, the eyebrows are alienated, and the thin lips are smeared with a slight curvature.
Of course, what you have seen is only the curvature of this kind of courtesy.
The juvenile is deep and cold, and it is as calm as the ancient Buddha. It does not touch the earth and does not stain the dust.
No one has seen his true smile.
At this time, facing the Lord of the World, the Nine Five-Year Respect, the young man’s prime minister just raised his slender fingers, and the snow-white sleeves were flowing in the clouds, and the voices were a bit light:
"His Majesty."
Yu Chu was smacked by his voice and coughed a little, only to raise his hand: "Love Qing is exempt."
Although her voice is slightly low, she still has some tenderness.
However, in the eyes of Wenwu Baiguan, the emperor was only a small doll, and the original hostess disguised as a man, and the Regent also deliberately made the age smaller.
The tender voice is not noticeable.
As for the future - the Regent King used the medicine to ruin the voice, forcing her to change her voice... or simply to make her dumb, completely unable to make a sound.
Yu Chu raised his eyes and looked at the young man.
The shape of the string is slender and sturdy, and the eyebrows are bright and windy, like a beautiful chilly bamboo.
White is a very monotonous color, but in this person, it is just like a thin snow, delicate and deserted.
"What is the matter of calling Zhao Minister down?"
He faintly asked, the sight fell on the emperor of the robes, but did not appear to respect, except for the cold, only a little polite alienation.
Yu Chu turned to look at the old eunuch.
The old is looking at her with contempt, and seems to expect her how to get the goodwill of the prime minister.
Yu Chu turned his head and looked at the eyes of the ladies.
They all bowed their heads with respect and respect, but they did not feel guilty.
Yu Chu turned back, coughed and raised his eyebrows:
"Looking for you, discuss the harem."
As soon as this sentence was exported, the ladies all opened their eyes in horror, thinking that they had got it wrong.
The old was also stunned.
The hall was quietly quiet for a while, only the little emperor still smiled, carrying his hand, and his index finger gently crossed the jade ring on his thumb.
After a few seconds, the string was only slightly biased, and the three thousand inks moved with his movements. The voice of the teenager was still shallow: "This matter, not to the court."
Slender white fingers, gently pick up the white sleeves, the juvenile's eyelashes hang down, lightly said: "Nothing else, Wei Chen retired."
When the old heard the words of the little emperor, he secretly squeezed his sweat. At this time, he didn’t care about it, and he finally got a sigh of relief.
However, he heard his own emperor saying: "Give you the harem, you will manage."
"..."
The old eunuch’s gas card was in the throat, and the palace people also looked at each other with horror.
Everyone thinks that this little emperor is crazy.
Actually dare to talk to the prime minister?
This is the son of the family who has the power to dig into the wilderness. Even the regent king has to be polite to make a three-pointer.
But let people... control the harem?