"The Emperor Drives to—"

Before the eunuch's sharp voice had completely finished the process, a bright yellow figure had already stepped into the door, raised his eyes and swept over the concubines sitting on various seats, and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, it's all eating." ”

He casually picked up the pastry that the queen kept for himself at the table and put it into his mouth, chewing it and making a not very clear sound: "Well, the taste is getting better and better, but the cold is not hot and delicious." ”

As he spoke, he sat in his seat, and pointed at Wei Qing, who was looking at him with his pastry sticky: "I'll make another one later, bring it in while it's hot, and I'll eat it at your place for lunch." ”

"Hey," although it was not the first time Wei Qing had been praised, she still smiled proudly: "Okay! ”

As soon as he finished answering, he turned his head sharply, winked at Shen Qingjun apologetically, and smiled in the latter's resentful gaze.

"So eat and drink well, isn't it time for us to meet the new sisters?" Yi Shu wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at the emperor with a decent smile: "I don't know how many flowers are waiting to be picked by the saint." ”

Yi Shu's words meant something, his eyes were sparkling, and his smile gradually brightened, as if he was looking forward to those girls on the road: "Three years ago, the emperor picked out Qing Zhaoyi, the epiphany of the harem, I don't know, three years later, will there be any equally beautiful flowers that show their bones in the years?" ”

Epiphyllum?

Shen Qingjun didn't even bother to give Yi Shu a mocking smile, and carefully picked up the crumbs from the plate and put them into his mouth, although his face was expressionless, it made Emperor Li Siyuan's eyes focus on her.

This scene fell in Yi Shu's eyes, fortunately she is not such a woman who gets angry easily, such things have happened many times in the past three years, if she gets angry every time, won't it hurt her body?

The emperor favored Shen Qingjun, but he never got a good face.

It's also a shame that this woman has the brother of General Shen, and if she is someone else, no matter how much preference she has, she can't resist the "demon concubine" who has been in the court for three years.

The emperor is willing to accept the new, this is a good thing, who doesn't like the new and hate the old?

These flowers are always fresh and good.

"Your Majesty?" The queen gently pushed Li Siyuan's arm, and finally brought him back to his senses.

As Yi Shu expected, although he fell in love with Shen Qingjun at first sight in the Baimei Forest, she was the only one left in the general election three years ago, but few people were willing to stick a cold ass with a hot face.

He is the emperor, what kind of beauty do you want?

Although he was still uncontrollable in his heart when he saw Shen Qingjun's face again, whether it was because of his self-esteem or his pride over the years, he just needed to keep this woman.

Woman, it is enough to be pleasing to the eye.

"Concubine Ai is right, the widow is also looking forward to it, let them in."

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At the first screening of spring peaches, there were nervous or excited little faces standing in the corridor pavilion all the way, and it was impossible to tell for a while whether the young faces of the show girls reflected the peach blossoms were fresh and tender, or the peach blossoms reflected the pink faces of the people.

In accordance with the regulations, the show girls uniformly wore uniform blue shirts that were measured when entering the palace, and even the hairpin on their heads was carved out of a mold.

From a distance, it looks like a blue stream of water.

The show girls in front of the queue were summoned by the eunuch's shrill voice one by one, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor.

This place is too far away from the official draft place, and even the eunuchs who have reported the number are enough ten, even if the remaining show girls look through the autumn water, they can't see the future in the palace.

Zhao Xueji nervously twisted the handkerchief in her hand, she didn't even dare to push too hard, if the handkerchief was broken, the best result would be that her aunt would punish her, she was afraid that she would be found out again after entering the door, if she was punished by a solo showman, maybe... Whether or not we can go back has become an unknown thing.

And at this moment, the choice of fate fell on her immature shoulders.

"Biography! Zhao Xueji, the daughter of Zhao Zhengde, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is here! ”

"Xue Ji," Aunt Lan, who led her into the palace, smiled: "Go, Xue Ji, don't be afraid." ”

A warm palm pushed her behind her back, and Zhao Xueji took steps like this, walked into the imperial garden in spring, passed through the place that may only be able to walk once in her life, and came to the main hall of the draft.

She didn't dare to look up, she could only vaguely see a dozen or so seats around her, and a man's voice fell in her ears: "Raise your head." ”

The rules are that you can't look directly at the nobles, but the emperor's order is a destiny for them.

Zhao Xueji took a deep breath, slowly raised her face, and squeezed out a reluctant but flattering smile.

It's a girl who hasn't grown up, but this looks far better than the woman in front of her, and with this pity I see, I'm afraid he should "can't help it" again.

Shen Qingjun glanced at it and turned his head over, and continued to chat with Wei Qing about the situation at the border pass——— although Wei Qing's father was only a general and disbanding official, he was a well-informed person in Shangshu Province under the management of letters, and he could often hear about the situation of his brother in the border pass.

Rather than paying attention to what kind of beauty the emperor chooses, Shen Qingjun is obviously more concerned about his brother's safety.

Different from the women's opinion, this smile fell in Li Siyuan's eyes, and it was the appearance of unblooming flower bones condensing dew.

Li Siyuan likes to collect things, especially a beautiful existence like Zhao Xueji, even if it is not the heartbeat of love, the beauty itself is pleasing enough to the eye.

He raised his eyes, once again couldn't control himself, and moved his gaze to Shen Qingjun's position, but only saw the back of his head that Wei Qing didn't know what he was talking about, and immediately stopped asking Shen Qingjun's thoughts.

"It's only 13 years old, seeing that this kid is nervous, his eyes are red," Yi Shu smiled, and said to Li Siyuan half-jokingly: "I see that this Zhao Shangshu's daughter is natural, she is a good seedling, the emperor is about to decide the position of this sister, don't let the little girl be afraid of losing the golden beans." ”

"What Xiao Shu said is reasonable," Li Siyuan's voice softened, and he asked softly, "Is Xue Ji still used to leaving her parents?" ”

"Well......" Zhao Xueji let out a long nasal voice, and then held back the words of reply: "Painting with Sister Tong who lives next door, with my aunt taking care of me, life is worry-free, but I am a little homesick." ”

"Well," Li Siyuan nodded and pointed at the eunuch on the side: "I'll give you the word [Miao], is the [Miao] of the Miaobi Danqing good?" ”

The emperor's sudden words made Zhao Xueji unable to react, and she was stunned for a while and didn't know how to speak, Wei Qing stood up and relieved her.

"Silly girl, thank the emperor."

Zhao Xueji was trained to be a little reflexive, quickly knelt down and kowtowed, and only when he got up did he realize that he was left behind.

But she clearly hasn't said a few words to the emperor yet... Is your future life determined?

Zhao Xueji couldn't help but look back at Li Siyuan, who was talking to Yi Shu, is this this person, her future husband?