I only heard him lazily say: "There is no difference between the two paintings. ”

The chamberlain cautiously asked softly, "Then which one do you like more?"

Xiangyu's tone remained unchanged: "I said, the two paintings are almost the same." ”

When the waiter heard this, his body was crooked and he almost fell.

After waiting for such a long time, I gave two sentences that were equal to what I didn't say.

But Xiangyu people have a high position, he is a small servant, he doesn't dare to put his beak, he can only endure helplessness and sadness at the moment, and squeezed out a big flattering smile on his face, leaned over and said respectfully: "The villain understands." ”

The waiter hurried away, walked to the emperor and conveyed all the words Xiangyu said, the emperor was slightly stunned after hearing this, and glanced at Xiangyu, who was continuing to be served by the raccoon slave to eat cold melon, lazy, his face was puzzled, and then he withdrew his gaze.

The emperor thought about it for a while, thinking that Xiangyu didn't bother to meddle in his own family affairs, and he had to let him help him deal with it, could it be that there was fraud in it?

In fact, how did he know that Xiangyu really felt that the two paintings were of equal quality and inferiority, so he would say that.

The emperor was suspicious, and suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

And no matter what the hell Xiangyu's hundred-year-old fox is doing, he can't sit still, it's better to strike first and find out the other party's reality.

Immediately, the emperor sat upright, coughed lightly, and said loudly: "Yu Gongzi, the person who is in charge, is difficult to decide, and today I am not talented, so I will make a decision for Yu Gongzi." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at the location of the Yan clan at the bottom of the place, and his gaze went straight to a young scribe sitting at the end.

"Su Qian, in your opinion, who is better in the paintings made by the two noble sons of the Han clan?"

As soon as the question came out, Su Qian, who was dressed in green clothes, slowly got up, bowed to the emperor and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the grass people are just a mere strategist, and they dare not judge themselves about the noble works of the two sons. ”

He has a handsome face, cold eyebrows and eyes, calm demeanor and demeanor, and a round speech, obviously only a civilian, but with a noble air that comes from nowhere, standing there, like a lonely and upright 10,000-year-old pine.

Mian Liang couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling that this person was a little unusual.

"He is the strategist who persuaded His Majesty not to kill Fu Hengzhi that day. Xiangyu, who was sitting in front, suddenly heard a casual voice.

Mian Liang hurriedly withdrew his gaze from this person, and looked towards Xiangyu, only to see Xiangyu facing her sideways, obviously seeing her staring at Su Qian with a confused look, so he rarely explained to her.

After Xiangyu said this, he turned his head.

"Childe, do you know how this Su Qian persuaded His Majesty?" asked Mian Liang again.

The emperor who is high up and has unlimited power is cuckolded by a noble son, this aggrieved breath can make people persuade people to go back, even if it is difficult to do it on ordinary men, how did he do it?

Xiangyu waved his hand lazily at the tanuki slave on the side, obviously he was too lazy to open the jade mouth again, so he threw it to the tanuki slave.

The tanuki slave looked at the sleeping fence with a smile and said: "A thousand years ago, the emperor of mankind, Emperor Zhaoyang, had an extremely trusted close minister, who had an affair with his favorite concubine for decades, and gave birth to a son. ”

"So, Su Qian told this story to His Majesty?"

Tanuki nodded.

Mian Li's eyes changed a little more when he looked at Su Qian again.

This person is really not ordinary!

At this moment, Su Qian's gaze suddenly looked at her for a moment, and the two immediately met their eyes.

Mian Liang was slightly stunned, and forgot to react for a while.

"Lady Sleeper. Su Qian suddenly called out her name.

The next moment, everyone's eyes were on Mian Li's body.

Sleeping Fence: "??"

Su Qian stepped forward and walked towards the sleeping fence.

Walking in front of the sleeping fence, Su Qian first prostrated on the ground, bowed to Xiangyu in front of the sleeping fence, and after Xiangyu allowed him to get up, he saluted to the sleeping fence, and the sleeping fence hurriedly returned a salute.

"The girl is the inheritor of the blood of the ancestors, and she is good at mastering the art of words, and this technique is closely related to words, thinking that the girl must have a different opinion from others about the paintings made by words, and she is offended, and she dares to ask the girl, who is better than the paintings of the two nobles of the Han clan?"

As he spoke, he spread out the two calligraphy and paintings made by Han Yunguo and Han Yu in his hand in front of the sleeping fence.

Mian Liang didn't look down at the painting, she only looked at Su Qian, and politely refused: "I'm just a lowly ghost, Mr. Su doesn't dare to judge, let alone me?"

Didn't this Su Qian still look like he refused to comment on the two nobles just now, why did he intervene again when she was talking to Gongzi and Tanuki?

is also involved in himself, what is the intention?

Su Qian saw Mian Li's vigilance against himself in his eyes, he just didn't see it, his expression was still faint, and said: "No, Miss Mian Liang thought it was a misunderstanding, this time I came to inquire, not to let you judge, but just to ask casually, you don't have to be so nervous." ”

He said: "Besides, you are the sacrifice of the Jade Prince, and you have been following the Jade Prince's side for a long time, you must know the Jade Prince's preferences, two paintings with such similar advantages and disadvantages, if someone asks you to choose one of them one day and present it to the Jade Prince, how will you choose?"

The corners of Mian Li's mouth twitched slightly: "......"

Su Qian, who is so skillful, secretly changed the concept, and in a few words, he involved the matter of judging the painting to the duty of serving the son.

This is forcing yourself to answer.

is pressing like this, and it is obviously aimed at himself.

The look of vigilance in Mian Li's eyes was even more vigilant, and she was just about to open her mouth to continue refusing, when an old man's voice suddenly sounded on the side behind her.

"Mr. Su, who gave you the guts to dare to use my son-in-law as a raft?!"

The voice is cold and straightforward.

Su Qian's face suddenly froze.

There was a sudden eerie silence, except for the sound of restlessness in the woods that rushed in with the heatwave.

I don't know how long it took, Xiangyu's cold voice sounded lazily.

"Sangli, it's okay. ”

The old man's name is Sang Li, and he is the head of Xiangyu's advisers.

The summer day is long, and Xiangyu's timbre is like a cool summer breeze, blowing through the heart of the sleeping fence, making her originally impetuous heart calm down.

She looked at Su Qian again, but in the next moment, she suddenly found a problem.

In the situation just now, under the fierce reprimand of Sang Li, who was the head of the son's strategists, ordinary people had already fallen to the ground and begged for mercy.

She'd been with Xiangyu for some time, and she'd seen too many of them.

But if the other party provokes Xiangyu in the slightest, he will be so frightened that he will only be left with the usual method of prostrate and begging for mercy.

This Su Qian was still standing steadily, not moving, his body did not show the slightest sign of inferiority, although there was obvious fear in his eyes, but his face was trying to hold on, as if it was ......

Unwilling to give in?

And at this moment, Su Qian moved.