Chapter 515: Great Defeat in Northern Frontier

Happy days always pass quickly, and the time for indulgence and enjoyment passes quickly and unknowingly.

The shadow guard who was once loyal, indifferent, and heartless finally began to have seven emotions and six desires after gradually experiencing the taste of love. He learned to be jealous and express his feelings. After eating meat, he got out of control and made himself think that he was strong. Chu Qinghuang often feels overwhelmed.

However, Her Majesty the Queen is Her Majesty the Queen after all. As long as she scolds her, the wolf cub after eating will still know how to restrain himself after eating well. He does not dare to really delay the important affairs of the government and turn the majesty of the Queen into a man-obsessed man.

In such endless days, half a month passed in a flash.

The portraits of the princes of the imperial capital's aristocratic families were all presented.

Chu Qinghuang sat in Changming Palace and looked at the portraits, looking at them one by one. While looking at them, he asked Fu Cang for his opinion: "What do you think of this?"

Fucang glanced at the man in the portrait and said, "He has oily hair and powdered face. He has no masculinity at all."

Chu Qinghuang nodded slowly: "It is indeed a bit feminine."

So this person failed to be selected, and the portrait was put aside. Chu Qinghuang looked at the next one. The portrait showed a man in a blue robe. He looked about twenty years old, with heroic features.

So she asked, "How about this?"

Fu Cang said calmly: "Although he has a bit more masculinity, he is not good-looking. He can join the army and fight, or he can enter the official career and become an official. But he is not qualified to enter His Majesty's harem."

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything, so this person was considered defeated.

The man in the next portrait is younger, still looking like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with young and innocent features, and a clean and clear look that has not been exposed to the world.

"Inappropriate." Fu Cang frowned, "Looks stupid, without any scheming. If you really enter the palace, you don't know when he will be killed."

"Who can kill him?" Chu Qinghuang glanced at him, "You?"

Fucang shook his head calmly: "I won't harm him, but if he hadn't been promoted, he would have deserved his death."

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and grabbed his ear: "You want to be beaten by the cane again, don't you?"

Fucang grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it: "Let's watch the next one."

Chu Qinghuang let him go and looked at the next portrait. However, as soon as her eyes fell on the portrait, her eyes suddenly froze.

Fucang also saw that the expression of the man in white in the portrait changed slightly, and his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

The man in the painting is dressed in white as snow, and he looks like an immortal from heaven. Compared with Zhanruo, the poisonous fake immortal, the man in the painting looks like he has descended from the mortal world in terms of appearance, demeanor, and clothing. Just like the relegated immortals, they are noble and unattainable.

He looked young, but for a moment I couldn't tell how old he was.

The man looks very young, but the natural bearing and charm between his eyebrows and the indescribable feeling hidden in his eyes make him seem to have lived for a long time...

"Who is this person?" Chu Qinghuang's expression was solemn. "He looks familiar, but for a while I couldn't remember where I had seen him."

Fu Cang's eyebrows tightened: "I also think it looks familiar, but..."

Shadow Guards' eyesight has been specially trained. As long as they have seen someone, they will never forget it, so he should have never seen this person before.

But if you really haven’t seen it before, where does the familiarity come from?

"Who must have exaggerated this portrait." Chu Qinghuang looked at it for a while. After much deliberation, he couldn't think of when he had seen this person before, so he simply put the portrait aside. "Since we all feel familiar, it should be the Imperial Capital. The person was just painted by the artist’s skill and was not recognized for a while.”

But at this point, Chu Qinghuang suddenly felt bored and put all the pictures he had not finished reading aside, "I won't look at them anymore, it's boring."

"Why don't you watch it?"

"Portraits do not represent real people, what is there to see?" Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "People who want to enter the palace will naturally ask the painter to paint them better. People who don't want to enter the palace, even if they are good-looking, will Let the painter paint them ugly, so their true appearance cannot be seen from the portrait.”

Fucang nodded slowly: "When will the official selection start?"

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment: "Father and mother should be coming soon."

"It will arrive in about three or two days."

Chu Qinghuang said: "In that case, the draft will be scheduled for the end of June."

The matter was settled like this. The spring season passed day by day, and the hot summer season soon ushered in.

Rong Yu and Nan Xi arrived in the imperial capital and moved into the house arranged by Chu Lingchuan outside the inner city. It was far away from the bustling areas where the princes and dignitaries' mansions were located. It was quiet and quiet, like a paradise without being disturbed.

In mid-May, the Supreme Emperor, who had abdicated for two years and left the imperial city for two years, finally returned to the imperial capital with his concubine Xian. They decided to stay in the palace for a while until the wedding ceremony of Her Majesty the Queen was over before they left.

However, they did not enter the palace for the time being. They also moved into the house arranged by Chu Lingchuan. After meeting Rong Yu, they finally couldn't help but quietly asked: "Xian'er, I always feel that he cares more about Qinghuang." Better than my biological father. Seriously, is empathy really that powerful?”

Concubine Xian looked at this unreliable Supreme Emperor with tangled eyes, and wanted to ask him if he had been stimulated in any way?

"The Regent of Dongling and the Queen had a daughter when they were over 30 years old. Naturally, they were afraid that the daughter would melt if they held her in their mouths, and that she would fall if they held her in their hands. When their daughter was 17, something happened. If it were you, would you be able to accept it?"

The Emperor heard her say this and thought it made sense: "So he really treats Qinghuang as his own daughter?"

"Maybe, unless his daughter can wake up safely one day." Concubine Xian said, "But I think it's a bit uncertain. How easy is it for a person to wake up after sleeping for so long?"

The Emperor thought about it and nodded slowly: "Hearing you say this, I suddenly feel that the Regent is quite pitiful. He finally got a daughter, but she's gone just like that... Alas."

He was only concerned with sympathy and completely ignored the hearing of a martial artist, especially a top master, so he didn't see the subtle changes in Rong Yu's expression at this time when he was standing in the corridor.

In early June, in the hottest summer, the border sent good news at full speed.

A great defeat in the northern border!