Chapter 517 Dong Lingchen

The face of the young man in front of him was truly rare and handsome, like a jade carefully carved by heaven. His eyebrows were trimmed and his eyes were well-defined.

His hair was as black as a waterfall, his dark and deep pupils had a faint hint of coldness in them, and his demeanor was cold, arrogant and aloof, which made people look intimidating.

Fu Cang.

Thinking of the name the Queen had called just now, they instantly realized that this person was the concubine whom Her Majesty had just conferred a few days ago, and he was indeed of extraordinary magnanimity.

The four people quickly bowed their heads and saluted: "I have met the emperor's husband."

"No need to be polite." Fu Cang narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Xian, "You can decide whether to stay or go."

The four of them frowned, subconsciously feeling that the emperor's husband had overstepped the rules. Her Majesty was the Queen's choice today. Even if the emperor's husband was the only favorite in the harem, he should not be so arrogant.

However, looking at Her Majesty the Queen's tacit attitude, they soon understood that Her Majesty had no intention of choosing an imperial husband at all. Otherwise, how could she have such a perfunctory attitude towards such an important matter?

Let them choose to stay or go?

Are you sure this isn't intentional to make things difficult?

If they choose to stay, does it mean that they are too confident and dare to compete with the emperor's side husband to see who is more handsome?

If they choose to leave, does it mean that they do not want to enter the palace or serve Her Majesty the Queen?

It seems like everything is wrong.

The flower hall was quiet for a while, no one spoke.

They knew that they were indeed not as good looking as Fucang, but if they left like this, what if the Queen punished them with the crime of disrespect...

Chu Qinghuang waved his hand: "Next group."

After the words fell, the four of them couldn't tell whether they were disappointed or relieved. Anyway, for them, they couldn't treat the draft with a normal heart. If they were selected, they would be tangled - after all, it was about a man's dignity, and it would always matter. Tangled.

If you are not selected, you will definitely be a little disappointed - the chance to bring benefits to the family is gone, and disappointment is inevitable.

The situation of the other two groups was actually similar. Chu Qinghuang took a casual look and asked Fucang for his opinion. Fucang's answer was straightforward every time: "Those who think they can impress His Majesty can stay."

How do you answer this?

Twelve people were eliminated in a row, and Her Majesty the Queen didn't even talk to them. She didn't ask about their birth and surname, their age, or their knowledge, talent, or what they were good at.

When the fourth group of people came in, the flower hall suddenly became quiet.

Chu Qinghuang and Fucang saw the man in white in the portrait at the same time.

The same appearance, the same demeanor, the same clothes.

It's not that the painting is a deliberately modified appearance, but that's how he looks.

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a while, unable to remember where he had seen this person before. He raised his hand calmly: "Except for those in white clothes, everyone else should step aside."

Only one of the four was wearing white clothes, the others were brightly colored, either crimson or blue.

The three of them bowed, excused themselves and left.

Chu Qinghuang's eyes fell on the face of the man in white: "What's your name?"

The man was about twenty years old, his smile was warm but not as deep as his eyes, "I'm going to Donglingchen."

Chu Qinghuang was silent and asked casually: "Is your surname Dong or Dongling? Or are you from Dongling Kingdom?"

"My surname is Dongling, and my single name is Yichen." The man in white said lightly, "Chen from the past."

Chu Qinghuang said: "It seems that there are no officials named Dongling in Xiqi, so how did you get in?"

The ministers were in a hurry. She originally just wanted to deal with the ministers of the DPRK and pass the boring time recently, so she decided to select. She also clearly made a decree that all the men who participated in the election must be Xiqi in Beijing. A descendant of an official family.

Where did this aventurine dust come from?

Fucang was obviously thinking about this issue as well. He even got up and walked to Chu Qinghuang and made a defensive gesture.

Dong Lingchen has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament, with a mysterious and unpredictable feeling about him that no one can see through.

The most important thing is that Chu Qinghuang found that he could not hear this person's voice at all.

"I am a warlock, you can also think of me as a magician." Dong Lingchen walked to the handrail next to the flower hall and sat down, "I have no interest in fame and fortune, and I have always disdained love and affection in the world. Du likes to control other people’s lives—especially the life of a king.”

As soon as the words fell, the flower hall fell into silence for an instant.