Chapter 932 Young Prime Minister: Princess, the 1st Favorite (3)

Dianbai leaned on the chair leisurely, and with his green jade fingers, he tore the rice paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Then, what is the mission this time?

Dianbai supported his fair chin with one hand and watched the tasks displayed on the blue screen of the system update.

1. Targets for brushing hatred: Huang Xixiu, an outsider, Shen Momo, the reborn, and Leng Ting, the male protagonist.

2. The cold country cannot perish.

3. Become the emperor of the cold country.

4. Slaughter the enemy country and make the enemy country pay the price in blood.

Ranbai blinked at the screen and tutted lightly.

The original owner's dream of the Empress still exists.

Empress? Sounds like a lot of fun, hmm, give it a try.

The cold country cannot be a king, but the enemy country can be slaughtered...

Lengbai still cares about Lengguo, uh

"His Royal Highness." A maid in the Princess's mansion stood at the door and whispered, "The Prime Minister has already arrived in the hall, is Her Royal Highness going to go?"

Ranbai pursed her lips slightly when she heard the maid's words.

Prime Minister, Mu Ye.

Above the court, the power covers the sky.

Now that he is only 19 years old, he is already an extremely dazzling existence.

And the original owner approached Mu Ye many times, and he also had the intention of making Mu Ye fall in love with him and stand on his side.

It's a pity that the young man in white is cold and indifferent to everyone.

This time, the original owner used his identity as the eldest princess to let Mu Shen come to the princess residence.

Dyeing white slightly lowered his fingertips, his expression thoughtful.

In every world, he is the most beautiful one, so Mu Ye might not be him.

"You let him come directly to the study." Ranbai said in a soft voice, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a little.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." The maid was blessed, then closed the door of the study and stepped back.

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"His Royal Highness." A clear and distant voice came over.

Ranbai raised his eyes slightly, and saw a young man walking over.

He was dressed in white, like an exiled immortal, and his black hair was scattered behind his shoulders, like a waterfall.

His figure is slender and good-looking, and the moon-white brocade robe outlines his slender figure, revealing a slender white porcelain neck and translucent lustrous white skin.

The facial features of the young man are so beautiful that they seem to be a perfect work of art. Delicate eyebrows are beautiful and handsome,

There is an air of serenity and tranquility.

A pair of beautiful eyes that were purely like black gems were as black as ink, revealing a layer of indifference. The crimson slender lips were lightly pursed, and the bright red color was attractive.

The young man is very delicate and has a beautiful sense of beauty.

White shirt and black hair, cold as the moon.

The slender figure, the breath is pure and clear, like a clean and beautiful ink painting.

The pale pink lips were slightly hooked, and a strand of blue silk fell on the side of the porcelain white as jade: "Prime Minister Mu."

The beautiful and delicate boy stood aside, with a cold and cold attitude, his thin lips lightly parted: "His Royal Highness the Princess has specially invited a minister from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I don't know why."

There is a rumor in the capital that everyone knows.

The boy in white is as cold as the moon.

White shirt and black hair, the son is like jade.

Smart and close to the demon, peerless.

Described is the white-clothed young man in front of Ranbai.

No one who knew him would have thought that the prime minister in white, who covered the sky with his hands, was only 19 years old.

The young prime minister, exiled in white.

The corners of the dyed white lips evoked a wispy smile. He held his slender chin with one hand and looked at Mu Ye, and said in a slightly lazy voice: "This hall is looking for the Prime Minister. There is indeed a very important thing to ask the Prime Minister."

The young prime minister stood aside as cold as the moon, his eyes as clean as ink narrowed slightly, "His Royal Highness, please speak."

The girl grinned, and the purple robe made it even more noble: "I want to know, when will the prime minister like this hall?"