Chapter 1298 Can You Change to Another Show Girl? (20)

The compound was noisy and lively almost every day.

This month, no one in the village dared to come to the door.

As soon as you come, you will be dragged by two old women to judge who is right. No matter what you say, you will offend others, and the thief will suffer. Who dares to come?

In mid-February, Feng Mohan received a letter from the palace, and after reading it, he calmly destroyed the letter.

That kind of calm contained indifference, which was almost the same as Feng Qingbai's guessed reaction.

Whether it is his child, no one knows.

He had no memory of what happened with Shan Lai that night.

This is not normal.

It is said that drunkenness is three points sober, not to mention that he was not drunk at the time, but fell asleep because of the drunkenness, it is impossible not to feel anything.

Being in the palace, he has seen countless dirty tricks since he was a child. It's not that he conspires in everything, but that the matter itself is a conspiracy.

The child... no matter if he is of royal blood or not, let him stay in Xinghua Village.

Staying in that place is much better than staying in the palace.

At least you don't have to be bound by many constraints, and you don't have to walk on eggshells all the time, which is a good thing.

The draft scheduled years ago will be held in March, and the girls from all over the country have already rushed to the capital. After the draft is over, the harem will increase a large number of people. Everyone wants to be in power, and for the emperor's only heir, who is still without a mother to take care of him, it is impossible for those concubines not to take action.

Where people eat people, children don't grow up.

Unexpectedly, thinking of himself back then, the corners of Feng Mohan's mouth twitched, he became the throne at the age of two, if he hadn't been taken care of by Uncle Wang, he might not be the person sitting in this position now.

Even so, didn't he also be planted with Gu worms without anyone noticing.

"Your Majesty, Lord Liu just entered the palace and handed in the draft list." Xiao Banzi walked into the imperial study with a stack of portraits in his arms, and reported carefully.

"What about others, why don't they come in?"

"Master Liu said that these materials can be handed over to the emperor for a glance, and the emperor does not need to worry about other matters, and the lord will take care of them seriously."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he took the portraits of the beautiful girls, "That's a high-sounding statement, what he wants to say is that I just need to look at it, and I don't need to give opinions, and he won't listen to them."

Xiaobanzi hung his head and dared not respond.

If not, the emperor would be unhappy and would say that he spoke for Lord Liu.

If it should be, the emperor will not be happy, he will reprimand him for daring to wear small shoes for Lord Liu behind his back.

Accompanying the emperor for these years, he deeply understands a truth, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger.

"Pfft!" The young emperor, who was sipping tea while looking at the portraits, choked his throat with a sip of tea and sprayed it out, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he trembled, "Is this the portraits of this year's showgirls? "

"Back to the emperor, Mr. Liu handed it over in person, there must be no fake."

"Maybe the artist made a fake?"

Little board, "..." How many heads does the painter have?

"There must be something wrong in this, I don't believe it." After choking, the emperor calmed down, pushed the portrait aside, stood up, "Show me, I'm going to the Liu Mansion!"

Xiaobanzi didn't dare to neglect, and immediately followed the emperor's footsteps.

Regardless of the emperor's reaction, when he first saw the portrait, he couldn't believe it.

In the past, whoever dared to use this kind of portrait in the draft would have to be punished without beheading.

Just the first "appearance" is very unqualified!

This time the emperor arrived at Liufu very quickly.

After jumping off the carriage, he immediately rushed into the mansion, stepping out, every step seemed to crush the ants on the ground to death.

The little board needs to run in small steps to catch up with the speed of the emperor, which shows how angry the emperor is.

Xiao Banzi was terrified, very worried that the emperor would quarrel with Master Liu when he came this time.

"Uncle Zhixia, can you change to a group of beautiful girls? Otherwise, I will probably lose face in the canonization ceremony."

Xiao Banzi staggered slightly, well, he was too worried just now.

The emperor's current appearance has lost the aura he had just now, and he looks like a young man who is making trouble and acting like a baby.

Knowing that the emperor was coming, Liu Zhixia hurried over from the study, and before entering the living room, he heard the young man crying bitterly.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Liu Zhixia walked into the hall and sat down, "The emperor didn't finish the portrait, did he?"

"Looking at the previous pictures, my stomach is already vaguely uncomfortable. If I continue to look at it, I may be hungry tonight."

"The selection of the showgirls this time is based on Wang Fu's many sons. Because the conditions are too harsh, the selection is much more difficult than previous drafts. The top few portraits are indeed a bit unsatisfactory, but not everyone The beautiful women all look so distinctive, if the emperor continues to watch, he can see the heavenly immortals descending from the earth."

Liu Zhixia's explanation was very detailed, persuasive and conscientious.

It's just that Feng Mohan was not happy, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more, "Uncle Zhixia, I believe your words. But, can you change to a beautiful girl?"

He had to repeat the old story.

There is a saying that generals are selected from among the dwarfs. You saw all the dwarfs before, but when you finally see a less short one, you will feel that he is very tall.

The same goes for draft girls.

I've seen too many ugly ones without salt, and then suddenly a less ugly one appears, so can't I go down to earth as a goddess?

However, this is still an illusion.

Uncle Zhixia is creating this illusion for him now, thinking he is so easy to deceive?

"Your Majesty, when the list is finalized, the list has already been released."

"Who sent it?"

"You stamped it yourself, this morning."

"..." He believed in Uncle Zhixia so much that he didn't even look at it when he asked him to take a look at it.

The little emperor left sadly.

At the beginning of March, the draft was held as scheduled, and the girls entered the palace one by one in small sedan chairs.

At this time, the canal had thawed, the ships resumed sailing, and Qian Wanjin's carriage landed safely and arrived in Yunzhou.

Hurry up for three hours and return to Xinghua Village after noon.

The Qinghe River is very lively at the moment.

Spring sowing started. After lunch, the villagers continued to return to the field to plant rice seedlings. Across the Qinghe River, people from the two villages were talking and laughing, and their loud voices could be heard from far away.

As the carriage went all the way, laughter was everywhere.

Cheerful, relaxed, joyful, and kind, it can easily infect those who hear it and relax.

Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou smiled unconsciously, and lifted the curtain of the car to look out.

The coachman also seemed to be aware of this habit of the master, and deliberately slowed down the speed of the car so that the master could take a good look at the scenery along the way.

There are green mountains and green waters in the distance, cocks crowing and dogs barking nearby, full of fireworks.

No reason can make people feel very kind.

The carriage stopped leisurely in front of a large courtyard, and before Qian Wanjin got out of the carriage, he shouted excitedly, "Feng Qingbai, the young master is back, come out to greet him!"

"Master, grandma, Zhiqiu, Fu Nannan, the young master is back!"

Immediately, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, roaring, shaking people's hearts.

Hanshuang's whole body tensed up, anticipation and fear intertwined in her heart.

Is there really her future here?

Today is not bad, the child is asleep, Cheng Zi and the author in the group are on the long-distance bus for coding, and in the morning, Ni Meng guesses how much Cheng Zi can code?