Chapter 1317 Do You Change What She Doesn't Like?

"What are you thinking?" Liu Zhixia couldn't help asking, sensing a sense of loneliness suddenly overflowing from the young man.

"Uncle Zhixia, do you think a person like me will be a good person?"

Liu Zhixia was startled, but didn't answer immediately.

"Even someone as smart as Uncle Xia doesn't know how to answer me?" The young man's voice was faint and ethereal, "You don't believe that I can be a good man, do you? That's right, I don't even believe it myself."

He has a harem, and there are countless beauties in the harem, all of whom are charming and charming.

But after all these years until now, he still can't remember the appearance of those concubines, and he can't even tell who they are.

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I don't know." After a long time, Liu Zhixia lightly said, "It's not just the emperor who is like this. Before meeting that person, no one knows whether they will become someone's beloved one day in the future. For example You know, Uncle Qiu, he never thought about getting married before, and avoided countless blind dates arranged by his family, but later he met Mu Qiu and had his little white lotus. And me, before I started my career, I actually didn’t think about myself You got married so early, but it just happened to fall into your aunt's hands, just one person, enough for the rest of your life."

Thinking of the acquaintance, mutual acquaintance, and love with Fu Yuzheng, every bit of the relationship between the two came to mind, and Liu Zhixia's expression became soft unconsciously, revealing warmth.

Feng Mohan's eyes paused on the man's face for a while, then retracted.

What Uncle Zhixia said may be right, but in his life, he would never show that expression for any woman.

After all, it is different from person to person.

He has the power that Uncle Xia does not have, and Uncle Zhixia has the freedom that he does not.

The venue for the draft is set at the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and everything inside has been properly arranged, and the show girls are waiting outside the hall to be summoned

"The Emperor is here—"

When the eunuch sang the newspaper, the waiting ladies immediately knelt down and saluted, shouting long live.

Stepping on the red velvet carpet, he walked into the hall step by step. The young emperor was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with handsome features and sharp edges and corners, but a pair of dark eyes were deep and waveless, flowing with indifference.

The majesty of the emperor is unstoppable, and the momentum is overwhelming.

"Pingshen." A faint sentence, floating in the sky outside the hall, fell into the ears of everyone, causing ripples in the heart.

The emperor took his seat in the hall, and as the manager of the draft, Liu Zhixia nodded outside the hall to pass the signal, and the draft officially started.

Wearing the same color of water-red palace attire, the girls who were dressed in the same way entered the palace one by one, and left one by one.

Feng Mohan leaned against the back of the chair, looked at him lightly, with a blank expression.

It is said that the big waves wash away the sand, and the last thing left is gold.

Uncle Zhixia scoured the sand for him, leaving behind all sand and gravel, it was really difficult for him to choose so carefully.

During the interval, Liu Zhixia sensed the glint in the boy's eyes, and wrote him a note.

This draft made him notorious. Who is he for?

The emperor silently turned his head away, knowing that Uncle Xia had really worked hard and he had to make up for it in the future.

"Your Majesty, this is the tenth round. Every time there are ten people, no one is left behind." Looking at the beautiful women who were all taken away from the hall again, Liu Zhixia rubbed her eyebrows and lowered her voice. Only the dragon robe boy beside her To the extent that I can hear, "There are half of them left, a hundred people, and you have to keep ten of them no matter how unhappy you are!"

Feng Mohan's eyeballs moved, floating and floating.

Uncle Zhixia was furious, such a refined person, even the word "displeasure" popped out through gritted teeth, if there were not so many people around, he would probably be lucky enough to hear Uncle Zhixia scold the Three Character Classic.

"Did you hear that!" Liu Zhixia's head was about to explode.

"I want to pick one too, but you give me a pearl." The young man bit his lip, his voice drifted out of his mouth, and he said, "Standing around below, they are all different in height and fat, so which one should I choose?"

The minimum requirement, he recognizes no pearls, you can't even have a stone bead that looks pleasing to the eye and doesn't hurt people, right?

He couldn't even get past his own test, so how could he explain to the officials? How to choose?

He doesn't understand, come to someone to teach?

Liu Zhixia, "..." He is now sure that the emperor has definitely not read all the portraits he handed to the emperor.

There are several beautiful ones in the row just now, and they are also delicate flowers against the backdrop of green leaves. How should I choose?

It will not be possible to directly order troops!

Taking a deep breath, Liu Zhixia took a deep breath.

When he was rarely impetuous, it was a mistake just now, just a mistake.

"continue."

Outside the hall, the eunuch who sang the newspaper once again summoned Xiunu.

After being gritted by a certain uncle, Feng Mohan finally showed some attitude. When Xiunu entered the palace, she looked more seriously than before.

During the period, he stroked his forehead and turned his face several times, and finally nodded casually in mid-air, "She, she, stay."

The little eunuch who had waited for a long time beside him immediately wrote down the name of the person and left a name tag, and quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

I almost thought I was just here for decoration.

"Do you know who you chose?" Liu Zhixia was tired.

"I knew it when I went to bed, they will report their family names." Feng Mohan didn't take it seriously, he didn't need to memorize these things, "Anyway, the people who should be selected will not be missed, don't forget my blessings '."

"Remember."

The corner of Feng Mohan's mouth twitched, and among the other people who entered the hall, he turned over a sign.

The name on the card is Yuan Yunqiao.

There were also three people selected in this group, and Yuan Yunqiao was one of them.

Compared to the other two who were happy, Yuan Yunqiao's complexion was slightly pale, and she boldly raised her head and glanced at the palace. The man was standing next to the emperor, a fourth-rank official mansion, wearing an official hat, elegant and restrained. Calm and indifferent, that kind of temperament and momentum are not inferior to the emperor.

And he just lowered his head to write the list, even when he heard the eunuch read her name, he didn't raise his head to look at her.

It's as if she's just a stranger she doesn't know.

"Leaving the palace—" the eunuch sang the newspaper and took Xiunu away.

When turning around, someone's eyes turned red.

This is the last call.

After the person left, the indifference on Feng Mohan's face also disappeared. He leaned back in the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Liu Zhixia with a half-smile, "I saw that unwilling little look, Uncle Zhixia I am not convinced. In terms of age, you are not as young as I am; in terms of appearance, you are not as handsome as me; in terms of force value, there is no comparison, you have no power to restrain a chicken. Besides wealth Power... tsk, I won't hit you anymore, Uncle Zhixia, tell me, what does she dislike about me?"

"Do you change what she doesn't like?"

"That's impossible." Feng Mohan immediately refused.

"If you don't change it, why do you ask? No matter how many advantages you have, you won't be able to build up your self-confidence. What's more, the person has already stayed, and she is the concubine of your harem. Do you care if you like you or not?"

The corners of Feng Mohan's mouth curled up, his eyes were evil and charming, "I still know that Uncle Xia understands me."

"Don't be poor." Liu Zhixia was angry and funny, "You didn't finish the portrait I gave you back then, but you at least passed the real person just now. There are not many beautiful people, and there are not many, why didn't you pick any one?"

Feng Mohan smiled, stood up and left the palace, "The most important thing in my harem is beauties."

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