Concubine Ling looked at An Chengluo with a sincere face, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

That's it, as long as Luo'er is happy, he can toss it casually, the big deal is that other people in the world joke a few words, for the sake of his son, this little thing can be nothing.

Emperor An Ren moved his lips, and just as he wanted to speak, he was glared back by Concubine Ling's eyes.

I had to sigh secretly and look away as if nothing happened.

All right!

It's good if he doesn't exist, just toss as much as you want, anyway, in the end, he has to wipe his ass.

Then again, his son deserves to be his son.

Even choosing a concubine is so unexpected.

I think that back then, when he chose a concubine, he didn't have the ability to rely on his own preferences, everything obeyed the queen mother's wishes, and finally chose the daughter of the Xu family, which is now the queen.

If he had the courage to be like Luo'er at the beginning, probably, there wouldn't have been so many things later.

If Concubine Ling appeared at his first concubine selection banquet at that time, maybe he would impulsively give all the flowers to Concubine Ling.

Sure enough, a son is a son.

He did everything he didn't dare to do!

It's really better than blue.

Emperor An Ren was originally a little annoyed that An Cheng was out of luck, but when he thought about it, he felt a little relieved.

In the queen's heart, it was simply too unpleasant.

The interaction between Emperor An Ren and Concubine Ling, she saw it all in her eyes, Concubine Ling, the old vixen, eyebrows with the emperor in front of her.

Is she really air?

Looking at Concubine Ling's gaze, she couldn't wait to turn into dozens of knives, slashing Concubine Ling's hateful face one by one.

At this time, everyone's attention was on An Chengluo, and naturally no one noticed the queen's fly-like complexion.

When An Chengluo gave the second plum blossom to Fei Ye, she knew that a few days ago, she went to An Wang's Mansion in person, and he didn't take the agreement reached with An Chengluo seriously.

Hua Xian'er felt that she had been humiliated, and this feeling became even stronger when An Chengluo gave the third plum blossom to Fei Ye.

Pouted, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank without a sip.

Damn An Chengluo, he actually tricked her, of course she has to remember this account.

When An Chengluo was deceived into going to Jiangnan, he naturally had the opportunity to settle the account with him.

He scolded An Chengluo thousands of times in his heart, but his face still did not change, and he even felt like he was out of the matter.

Regardless of whether An Chengluo will continue to give plum blossoms to Feiye next, it probably has nothing to do with her anyway.

An Chengluo picked up another plum blossom from the Nanmu tray and bowed his head in silence.

Everyone thought that he would still give plum blossoms to Feiye, even Emperor An Ren thought so.

In full view of everyone, An Chengluo turned his wheelchair, and this time, when he passed by the non-night table, he paused, and everyone almost subconsciously inhaled.

Really!

The eleventh prince will give all the six plum blossoms to the masked woman.

Everyone can already foresee that the plum blossoms in An Chengluo's hands will fall on that table next.

But just when everyone thought so.

An Chengluo only paused for a moment at the non-night table, then turned his wheelchair again, walked to Hua Xian'er's table, and put the plum blossoms on her table.

The corners of his mouth still had a shallow smile, his voice was stable and clear, An Chengluo smiled like a spring breeze, and said slowly: "Sister Xian'er, please smile." ”

There was silence in the pavilion for a moment, and with it, there was an unprecedented uproar.

Because of the sentence in his mouth, Sister Xian'er.

More because he gave the plum blossom to the second person present.

Hua Xian'er held the teacup in her hand and looked at An Chengluo with a smile on her face in front of her in a daze.

She suddenly couldn't figure out what kind of fame An Chengluo was doing.

An Chengluo ignored her stunned expression and turned around to get the fifth plum blossom.

Not surprisingly, this plum blossom fell on Hua Xian'er's table again.

Until this time, Fei Ye, who had been unmoved, finally raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at An Chengluo, and then glanced at Hua Xian'er.

Sure enough, in the heart of the salted fish, what really belongs to it should be Hua Xian'er, right?

These two people already have an unknown affection, in fact, in the heart of Salted Fish, the best candidate for his princess should be Hua Xian'er.

The reason why he wanted her to become his princess was actually for the Xiao family behind her.

She had already seen through it, but why, the more she saw it, when she saw An Chengluo giving the plum blossoms to Hua Xian'er, she felt an indescribable sourness in her heart, as if her mouth was full of vinegar, or that kind of century-old vinegar.

Until An Chengluo placed the sixth plum blossom on Hua Xian'er's table, the atmosphere in the entire long pavilion was gloomy.

Everyone seemed to be numb.

This is probably because they have lived so long in their lives, and their lifelong experiences are not as shocking as today's flower-viewing feast.

Six plum blossoms, there should have been six people selected.

But now, the masked woman accounts for three branches, and Hua Xian'er, a female teacher at the National Academy, accounts for three branches.

From the original six people, there are only two left.

It is impossible to say that the women do not have the slightest resentment.

In his heart, he had already complained fiercely against Fei Ye and Hua Xian'er.

An Chengluo came to Emperor An Ren and Concubine Ling, a smile opened on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a slight blush: "Father, mother, and son-in-law have been elected." ”

Emperor An Ren was stunned.

Did he read it wrong?

Just? Luo'er blushed?

What the!

His son, a prince and a prince, blushed after choosing a concubine for himself!

What should he say?

Happy that his son is a lover?

Or are you happy about your son, who is still twenty-five years old, and is still an untrained first son?

But no matter how you think about it, it's not a good thing.

If An Chengluo's leg can be healed, then he must be the next emperor. Although affection is a rare character, it is not a good thing for an emperor to be too affectionate.

Besides, his Luo'er is still a new son, in the final analysis, because he injured his leg five years ago, so that in the past five years, he has been unable to move, let alone experience what kind of male and female love.

It's pretty pitiful when you think about it.

Looking at his other sons, which one is not a group of wives and concubines, not only the main concubines, but also the side concubines and concubines, all of them are almost more beautiful than him in the harem of his father.

Thinking of this, Emperor An Ren couldn't help but ask, "The emperor is now elected?" Only then did two people choose, and according to the past, the candidates for this flower-viewing banquet were ......"

Before Emperor An Ren finished speaking, Concubine Beiling interrupted: "Luo'er said that the election is over, then the election is over, the concubine looked at the two people selected by Luo'er, and she was satisfied with it, Luo'er's vision is really good." ”

As she spoke, Concubine Ling didn't forget to give An Chengluo an appreciative look.

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