Chapter 7: The Draft
really understood the meaning of the four words Yan Feihuan Thin, if she could have learned a little bit, she would not have died just a little bastard.
Looking at her excited appearance, Ye Mohan's body breath around him was a little colder, if he didn't know her identity as a woman, he would really think that Situ Xuan was a prodigal.
He asked coldly: "Aiqing has also watched it for a while, I don't know if you think it is appropriate?" ”
Is this going to be chosen?
Situ Xuan hurriedly sat upright, stretched out his hand and pointed at the green-clothed woman in the crowd: "Weichen thinks that this girl is elegant and chic, and her appearance is also handsome, so she is a good candidate." ”
Ye Mohan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "It's not good." ”
Situ Xuan pointed to the woman in white next to him: "This beauty is beautiful and has an excellent temperament......
"It's not appropriate."
"The girl in the pink dress?"
"Too small."
"The girl with the emerald bamboo?"
"Too old."
Situ Xuan pointed several times in a row, but Ye Mohan was not satisfied with anything.
Situ Xuan raised his head a little annoyed, but he met his smiling gaze coldly, and suddenly blessed his soul.
Ye Mohan doesn't like anyone to look at, could it be just waiting for Chu Yingying?
Thinking of this, Situ Xuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately snapped his fingers.
"Situ Xuan, you ......"
It was too late for Ye Mohan to notice the abnormality, and the carefully dressed Chu Yingying was wearing a golden jade robe, with a bright red phoenix flower on her forehead, and she walked all the way to Ye Mohan's face.
"Courtiers see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live, long live......"
What Chu Yingying said later, Situ Xuan couldn't hear it, and from the moment she appeared, Situ Xuan immediately found an opportunity to sneak out.
Thinking that she has reached such a point, with a beauty in her arms, Ye Mohan has no time to take care of her anymore.
Situ Xuan didn't go far after the Taiji Palace, but found a remote bamboo forest nearby to rest, planning to wait for the two inside to finish complaining to each other and then go in and show their faces, so as to show off today's merits, and by the way, turn the war into jade silk.
Who knew that at this moment, there was a conversation in the bamboo forest: "Master Guoshi, this time the young lady has successfully met the emperor, but I don't know if she will be left behind?" ”
Situ Xuan chuckled in his heart, national teacher? What are they doing here?
Another voice also sounded: "Hmph, Yingying's appearance is outstanding, there is no one in ten thousand, I don't know how many times better than the vulgar fans on today's draft ceremony!" As long as the emperor is not blind, he knows how to choose! ”
The previous one hesitated and said: "But a few days ago, the eldest lady didn't know how to offend the emperor, and she was ordered to deprive the young lady of the quota of the showgirl, and now goodbye, in case the emperor's anger has not subsided, I am afraid that ......"
The national teacher snorted coldly: "Are you worried that Ye Mohan will not accept my daughter as a concubine?" If that's the case, then he's on the throne! ”
Hearing this, Situ Xuan still didn't understand something.
Her breathing was slightly short, she didn't expect to accidentally break the conspiracy of the national teacher in broad daylight?
Listening to the meaning of his words, if Ye Mohan didn't canonize Chu Yingying as a concubine, wouldn't the national teacher have to rebel?
This is in line with his consistent style of acting, the national teacher invades the government and the opposition with one-party power, controls most of the government, and is already deeply suspicious of the emperor, and now he is still young and wants to stuff Chu Yingying into the harem, but if Ye Mohan doesn't even give this face, it will be a matter of time before the two turn against each other.