The news that the emperor was going to draft spread all over the capital in a blink of an eye.

The news that Liu Zhixia, a scholar of Hallym University, was in charge of the draft also spread throughout the capital.

A group of nobles from the family who had been staring at the harem early were surprised when they got the news, and their mood was weird and awkward.

After all, there is a difference between men and women, and when have the drafts been handed over to men in the past?

It's not in order!

You must know that the show girl is selected, but she will enter the harem and serve the emperor in the future. What kind of system is it that a man picks and chooses first? After a short period of confusion, the nobles of the family exploded.

After the pot was blown up, the threshold of Liufu was almost stepped on.

No matter how uncomfortable it is, the emperor has already ordered it, and the matter has been decided. The Son of Heaven Chrysostom said that it will definitely not change, they are just a waste of time to be entangled underneath, it is better to accept the reality as soon as possible and plan well for the next draft.

Fu Yuzheng has one head and two large.

looked at the mountains of gifts in front of him, and then looked at the flattering and smiling faces of the ladies sitting around, and scolded the emperor over and over again in his heart.

In this case, the emperor must have guessed it early in the morning, just to tease their family Zhixia.

"Mrs. Liu, you must help us to pass a message to Lord Liu, our family Shucai is exactly eighteen this year, in terms of appearance and talent, it is also one of the best in the entire capital, and it will definitely not embarrass Lord Liu."

"Look at what Mrs. Guo said, our family cloud painting is no worse than your family Shucai, if you want to talk about appearance, you are still above your family Shucai, if you can be selected, you will be able to enter the emperor's eyes in the future. Our Zhu family will definitely not forget Lord Liu's support. ”

"Our Du family ......"

"Our Pei family ......"

Fu Yuzheng could hardly find a chance to speak.

The whole living room was full of noisy ladies and comparisons, first boasting, and then stepping on each other, inextricably. Fu Yuzheng simply didn't interject, took a cup of tea and sat aside to taste it slowly, and sat in the vegetable market to listen to the gossip.

After the ladies noticed that they had ignored the protagonist and stopped awkwardly, Fu Yuzheng smiled at everyone, "The emperor only postponed the draft once every two years, and I can understand the feelings of the ladies, but this draft is different from the past, and the requirements are more stringent." Why don't I talk to the ladies in detail, and when you go back, you will see if there are any candidates in the family who meet the requirements? ”

When they walked out of Liufu, the expressions of the ladies were as if they were sleepwalking, blank and empty.

What did Mrs. Liu say just now?

Virtue and appearance are secondary, and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are not the most important, to hit Wangfu? Do you want to have a good baby?

Hit Wangfu, this requirement can still ask the monk to approve a batch of lives, and even do a little trick is not impossible.

But good birth? How do you know if it's good to give birth if you haven't given birth?

This last condition alone can brush down a large number of people carefully cultivated by various families!

The emperor doesn't want to be drafted, the emperor wants to amuse people, right?

This selection doesn't look at the appearance or the talent, it just depends on the mood!

Because of the emperor's last draft, rumors are flying all over the capital.

Regarding the selection requirements that came out later, the people were even more hotly discussed, and there was a lot of noise.

After the initial shock, the nobles of the family also met the two requirements.

As long as there is a request, they can get someone who meets the requirements!

"Wangfu? Good to raise? Uncle Zhixia, why is this kind of news the last one I know? In the imperial study, the young emperor asked shamelessly.

It's a serious inquiry.

The man sitting across from him also answered seriously, "Men and women have different aesthetics. In the past, the draft was handled by harem women, and women paid more attention to appearances and talents. The minister is a man, and the examination is naturally different from that of a woman, and the minister thinks that a prosperous husband and a good child are more useful to the emperor at present. After all, there is no shortage of talented beauties around the emperor. Moreover, the emperor was personally taught by King Nanling, and the minister believed that the emperor was definitely not a superficial person who only looked at the outside. Your Majesty, are you right? ”

Feng Mohan stared at Liu Zhixia silently, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Can he say something wrong?

Does he dare to say that it is wrong?

What King Nanling taught, this sentence can crush him to death. Can he disgrace Uncle Huang?

What's more, Uncle Huang is a mountain above his head that can never be climbed.

"I have more connotation." Feng Mohan heard his calm answer.

"The minister knows that the emperor will not disappoint those who care about you."

Feng Mohan was about to suffocate to death, and he had his last breath left, "Uncle Zhixia, although I am not superficial, can that 'connotation' be better?" ”

The man raised his eyes and smiled at him, smiling beautifully.

Feng Mohan's neck was crooked, and he died.

What it's like to lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot, no one knows it better than him at this moment.

Yuan Mansion.

Flower Hall.

At the dinner table, there were only two people.

One old and one young.

"The emperor's draft, the nobles of the family have to send people to the palace, you are exactly eighteen this year, and you are eligible." The old man made the girl's hand hold the chopsticks tighter.

"Great-grandfather, Yun'er doesn't want to enter the palace."

"Within the regulations, if you meet the conditions, you have to go. It's a rule, it's not like you can't just stop if you don't want to. Unless you have a marriage contract. The old man paused, "If you really don't want to go, find someone to marry now, the old man still has some power in his hands, and dredging can also help you avoid the past." ”

Yuan Yunqiao lowered her head, "In the previous draft, my great-grandfather never forced Yun'er. ”

"That's because there are other children in the clan who have taken your place. This year, I can't find anyone with the same qualifications, only you. ”

In the emperor's draft, the daughter of the official family is the first choice, and it can't be avoided.

Most people won't avoid it, who doesn't want someone in the clan to enter the harem and lead the family to prosperity?

If you really don't want to go, the only way is to find someone to marry, as for small tricks such as calling you sick, Yuan Fu can't do it.

If someone finds it, the building will fall.

Yuan Laogui was a veteran of the Three Dynasties and was highly respected in the court. But because of this, he has occupied that position for too long, and there are many people in the court who want to pull him down at any time.

As soon as he falls, the entire Yuan family will no longer be able to maintain the current situation.

Defeat is inevitable.

Raising his eyelids and looking at the girl who was silent, Yuan Lao sighed in a low voice, "There are still four months to go, you can prepare well." ”

"Got it, great-grandfather."

After that, the two of them didn't say anything more, and the meal was eaten in silence, which was more depressed than ever.

Coming out of the palace, night had fallen.

Liu Zhixia looked back at the palace, the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and he smiled.

The little emperor was unconvinced by him, and kept pestering him with government affairs all afternoon, and insisted on delaying his return to the house until now, missing the dinner in the mansion.

So that you can breathe comfortably?

Still naïve.

walked to the carriage of Liufu, picked up the hem of his clothes and prepared to get into the car, and someone called Liu Zhixia behind.

"Lord Yanagi, please stay."