Beautiful, so beautiful!
The two men and one woman brought in by the envoys, dressed in the unique clothes of Southern Chu, which were strange but did not harm people's appearance.
Especially the third son, he is indeed a beauty he has never seen before.
Beautiful, extremely beautiful, cold and refined, that face looks like the Mid-Autumn Moon, with sharp temples, a pair of peach blossom eyes converging spring water, a tall nose, and thin lips slightly squeezed.
It seems that such beauty is only available in the sky.
The other woman must be the seventh princess, but the seventh princess is slightly inferior. She is clever and funny. Her a pair of apricot eyes are flexible and interesting. She looks left and right around, as if curious. Her red lips raise a lovely smile and is naive.
Everyone looked at your majesty who was sitting for the first time. If it was the third prince, it would really be colorless to the sixth concubine.
"See Your Majesty the Emperor."
A man and a woman below, Qi Guanyan glanced roughly and nodded: "Pend up."
I didn't see it clearly until I approached the high five points. I was indeed amazed by the third prince. After being stunned, I recovered and floated my eyes to the seventh princess.
Now I'm really shocked. Why do these seven princesses look like that little dark guard?
Gao Wufen peeked at a majesty. Sure enough, your majesty also found it, with his eyes on the lovely woman and quickly lowered her head.
"I know the sincerity of the king of Southern Chu." Qi Guanyan nodded, and the crown on his head also moved because of this action.
Southern Chu is a small country and is in remote areas. It is very simple to fight, but it is difficult to govern. Putting aside the customs, it is too long to whip and across the river. It's better to beat them and force them to bow down every year.
It only takes a penNY to break through Nanchu, but it takes three cents to support them. This business is not cost-effective. Let them call themselves a country, be self-sufficient, and pay tribute, so that the court does not need to spend too much effort.
Because of this, Qi Guanyan accepted the surrender letter and took the two protons.
"Five points high, arrange the two to stay." Qi Guanyan's sharp eyes swept over the seventh princess and stood up: "Retreat."
There are so many empty spaces and idle women in the harem, and these two protons have not caused any uproar.
The seventh princess was still full of curiosity about her surroundings. She walked around on the palace street, as if she was very interested in the surroundings. Anyone who looked at it should praise it: a delicate girl.
However, the third prince looked different. He slightly restrained his peach blossom eyes, looked down at the road with a blank face, was not interested in all kinds of things around him, and people were as cold and alienated as temperament.
In addition to one brought by each of the two people in the "Qinghua Palace" in the northwest corner of the palace, many people were arranged to serve them.
After all, they are here to make protons, not to go to prison. Who knows whether they will climb into the dragon bed in the future?
After seeing off the person she brought, the seventh princess looked at the layout of the hall with satisfaction. When she saw where the pestle was like wood, she said, "I have lived in this main hall. You can live in the side hall."
Third, you don't want to argue with her. You turn around and want to leave, but you are stopped again.
"Don't think it would be great to have this pair of skins. It was just that the emperor of Yun looked at me more time than you." The seventh princess raised her chin slightly when she was not convinced.
The third prince didn't mean it at all. After listening to this sentence, he stepped away.
"It's so beautiful here." The seventh princess sighed that this cloud country is indeed a big country, and any palace is better than her father's residence.
Greeting for the plassing vases and the exquisite yellow pear table, he suddenly thought, "Isn't the favorite concubine better?"
"Then the seventh princess is so annoying, son, you..." The waiters couldn't stand it. She was bullying the prince all the way.
The third prince finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence when he entered the harem: "It's all objects. What's annoying or not."
When the father was defeated, he needed a proton, and his skin just came in handy, but is there any difference between one thing in this room and that room?
My biological mother is just a dancer, and it's useless to bring yourself.
Mo Zhiyang thinks that this big golden retriever is sometimes not bad. At least it's up to the word when eating. The pickled cabbage and fish made in this imperial dining room are really delicious.
"How do you like these heavy things?" Qi Guanyan is very strange. This child prefers sour and spicy. Is this sour and spicy? I couldn't help but look down.
Mo Zhiyang swallowed what was in his mouth and then looked up and replied, "It's delicious."
For fear that he would eat too spicy and his stomach would feel uncomfortable, Qi Guanyan asked someone to prepare rock candy and snow pears to moisten his throat: "You drink more sugar water in autumn dry."
Mo Zhiyang drank the bowl of sugar water obediently and licked his lips unsatisfactoryly.
Unexpectedly, Qi Guanyan took this opportunity to lean over and hold the tip of his tongue and taste the remaining sweetness. After let go, he took the man from this chair and sat in his arms: "It's nineteen years, but it's so light."
When I was a child, in order to learn light kung fu, Master let Mo Zhiyang soak in a medicinal bath every seven days, so he was as light as a swallow, so he was not long at the age of eighteen and stopped at 171.
The only thing the original master and the original master in their lives is to protect the emperor.
"Practice kung fu, so be lighter." Mo Zhiyang was held by him and sat on his lap. He lowered his head and saw that his hand was pressing his stomach.
Does Big Golden Retriever despise me for eating too much and wanting to spit out me out? Can you tell me to spit it out after eating?
Qi Guanyan thought, if it was really a sour and spicy girl, Yangyang would give birth to a doll? The man is the prince, and the woman spoils and becomes a baby.
But what if Yangyang gives birth to a child and ignores himself?
Thinking of this, I think it's not good to have a baby. It's good to spoil Yangyang. There's no heart to give to others. His chin is against his shoulder and he grinds with his earlobes in his arms: "Don't have a baby."
Have a baby?
What does this simple big golden retriever think? Is he going to have a baby? He has to be able to give birth, hahahaha, laugh!
The brain circuits of the two people are hundreds of thousands of miles apart.
In the afternoon, Qi Guanyan criticized the memorial and asked someone to accompany him. Seeing that he was boring, he asked, "Yangyang can read?"
"No, Master didn't teach." In fact, Mo Zhiyang knows each other, but people are not allowed to know each other.
Qi Guanyan didn't feel anything. He put down the pen stained with cinnabar in his hand and took another clean one. He wrote two words on the white paper with black ink: "Yangyang, look."
Mo Zhiyang sat on the emperor's lap and leaned out to read on the desk, writing two words: "What is this?"
"This reads Yan." Qi Guanyan pointed to the first word with his pen: "This is my name, Qi Guanyan, this reading Yangyang's name, and it is Yanyang in a row."
Looking at these two words, Mo Zhiyang nodded and read with him, "Yanyang?"
"Yan Nai means erudite. It's always cold to look at it alone. What matters is the word Yang. It's warm and always happy to see it." Qi Guanyan said, feeling that he didn't understand, and hugged the people in his arms tightly.
It's like holding the warm sun that only belongs to you.
Maybe he ate a lot of spicy food at night. When he went to bed in the middle of the night, Qi Guanyan heard the people in his arms cough twice, and then opened his eyes.
Taking advantage of the candlelight left in the hall to see him, I heard a slight cough, shook my head, tucked the quilt with pain, and secretly made up my mind that I would never give him these things again tomorrow.
So at noon the next day, looking at Mo Zhiyang, who was ignorant, ate a bowl, ignored Qi Guanyan, and went out of the room and went up to the courtyard wall.
The system thought something was wrong and asked, "Are you losing your temper with him?"
"No, I'm taking advantage of this to test where his tolerance is." Mo Zhiyang stood in the distance, looked at a paper kite flying in the imperial garden, stood on tiptoe, and didn't know who dared to fly a kite in the palace.
Looking at the empty bowls and chairs, Qi Guanyan was not in the mood to eat. He dropped his chopsticks and said, "Withdraw."
"Your Majesty." Seeing that the emperor only took a few bites at the fifth point of high school, he stepped forward tremblingly and knelt on the ground: "Then Mo Wei is a child's temperament. Your Majesty must not lose your body because of this."
Qi Guanyan didn't know that Yang Yang was simple, and Fang was angry with him. He just ate that half of the bowl. He disliked the dish and disliked his appetite: "Prepare more snacks."
Yangyang can usually eat four bowls of rice, but now I'm afraid I'll be hungry after eating half a bowl.
"Here." Gao Wufen got up and ordered someone to remove things.
Mo Zhiyang was not in the mood to take care of the big golden retriever. He went straight down the direction of the paper kite to see who was so presumptuous in the palace. Anyway, the women in the harem dare not.
As a result, I just arrived at the open space in front of the peach forest in the imperial garden and wanted to see who it was. The paper kite collapsed, and the line was broken. It floated all the way down the wind and drifted south.
"Why is it broken?" The seventh princess put her feet on her feet and saw the paper kite disappearing in sight along the wind. She stamped her feet angrily and turned her head and pointed to the third son sitting on the stone stool: "You, go find the paper kite for me."
That look doesn't seem to be higher than slaves to his brother at all.
The third prince stood up like a puppet and walked in the direction of the paper kite flying away.
Seeing him like this, the seventh princess spat disgusted: "It's like wood. Who would like wood? Humph!"
The paper kite flew not far away. When the third prince arrived at a pool, he saw the paper kite hanging on a clump of phoenix tail bamboo from afar and walked around the lotus pond.
The phoenix-tailed bamboo sticks to the palace wall and hangs very high. This is a dilemma. If the tree can still climb up, the pillar is soft, and I'm afraid it will have to shake it down.
Just then, a dark shadow jumped off the wall of the courtyard and pulled down the paper kite hanging on the bamboo. One landed lightly and stood in front of him.
"Do you have a paper kite?"
The teenager in front of him has white skin, a beautiful and lovely appearance, a cheerful smile between his eyebrows, simple and a little ignorant eyes, a bright smile on himself, and holding a paper kite in his hand.
"Yes." The third prince took the paper kite and watched him jump up to the wall. Before he could say anything, he disappeared.
The system was a little strange: "Why did you help him?"