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However, he didn't show it on his face, he suddenly grabbed him affectionately, "Dugong Du, you give a move, who can say that the emperor can be moved?" ”

"Then the ministers, of course." Du Zhong is smiling, humble, and has a good waiter, but he won't make an idea for you.

Out of the emperor's idea, that is to find death.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites suddenly made a sad face, picked up his robe, and said angrily, "No matter, the Ministry of Rites will select people to enter the palace according to the rules of the ancestors, will the emperor drive out the daughters of these heroes?" Hum! ”

"Your Excellency." Du Zhong suddenly called the waiter of the Ministry of Rites at this time.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites quickly turned around and came over with a smile, "Gonggong Du, we have been together for almost eight years, so I know that you can't bear to look at me embarrassed." ”

Du Zhong glanced at him and lowered his voice, "There is someone to ask for." ”

"Who?"

"Princess Chen."

"Huh?"

Du Zhong immediately returned to the standard waiter's face, and his expression was unfathomable: "The adults decide for themselves." ”

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites rolled his eyes several times quickly, Your Majesty? Princess Chen?

But King Xiang intends to have a goddess? Or is King Xiang intentionally ruthless?

Such a terrifying gossip made the waiter of the Ministry of Rites feel a little weak in his feet, and while thinking about it, he walked out, and suddenly a black shadow shrouded him, and he almost fell when he raised his head.

Wearing a silver mask and a black silver-threaded moire robe, the Piercing Moon Gate Master stepped on the domineering face.

He walked up to the waiter of the Ministry of Rites and nodded slightly, and the waiter of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly straightened up and bowed with his fists in his fists.

"Your Excellency is busy with the emperor's draft today?" Qin Yu asked flatly.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites sighed in his heart, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Exactly." ”

"Do you have a candidate?"

"None." The waiter of the Ministry of Rites immediately drooped his face, "I don't know what the emperor thinks?" ”

"Can the daughter of the new head of the household department hand over the portrait?"

"Handed it over. A total of more than 100 portraits of noble women were handed over. The waiter of the Ministry of Rites glanced around to make sure that no one was paying attention to them, and quickly approached, and said in a very low voice, "The emperor may have taken a fancy to Princess Chen." ”

Qin Yu's eyes were cold, staring at him with cold air, "How do you know?" ”

"Eucommia's tone. I'll go first. "The waiter of the Ministry of Rites feels that he is full of bags, in case the emperor plays the real thing, then the Ministry of Rites has to think of something to make the emperor happy, and there is no wind in the world?

It's really brain-burning.

Qin Yu slowly twisted his face towards Zichen Palace, and his eyes were cold.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites was secretly promoted by Qin Yu, and his news is naturally reliable.

Qin Yu followed the eunuch into the hall, Qin Jun raised his head slightly and glanced at him, "Sit down and serve tea." ”

"Entering the palace today is to ask the emperor for a holy decree." Qin Yu didn't sit down, and said directly.

He claims to be a subordinate, not a minister, and he does not do the courtesy of a monarch and a minister.

Qin Jun paused with his pen in his hand, looked up at him, his face was calm, and the two looked at each other, like a pair of fierce beasts looking at each other quietly.

"I called you here to ask you something." Qin Jun smiled slightly, stood up, walked over, and met Qin Yu's gaze without dodging.

A deep smile crossed Qin Yu's eyes, Qin Jun deserved to be the emperor he fancied, the city was extremely deep, he was calm, and he had the domineering spirit of the emperor inside.

"Are you the emperor's uncle?" Qin Jun's question was sharp, and he stared at Qin Yu intently.

"Yes and what, and what is not?" Qin Yu hooked her lips and smiled lightly.