The Prime Minister pulled the hair on the side of the little chef's face behind her ears, and every syllable of her mouth was gently induced, "Who does Huahua hope will come out on top?" ”

Ripples looked into his dark eyes, and wanted to indulge in them deeply, Yu Wenhao almost blurted out three words.

Her heart was pounding, the black mist was so poisonous!

"What's the use of the slave's hope, the key is to make it happen if the adult wants, who do you think the adult will be?" Ripple hugged his arm, and his soft voice was charming.

However, the Prime Minister was not confused by the beauty, and his expression was extremely calm, "If it is what Huahua wants, this appearance may help him." ”

Seeing that he didn't react, Lianxi retracted his hand boringly, "The adults have said maybe, then it may not be able to help, right?" ”

"How do you know if you don't try?" Before the little cook retreated, the prime minister put his arm around her waist and brought her into his arms.

"......" doesn't have to try at all, Lianxi feels that this deep well ice will definitely not let her get her wish.

The two of them played Tai Chi for a while, you come with a punch, I dodge it, I punch back, you go around.

Lianxi never found out someone's attitude towards several princes, and she was so angry that she just wanted to punch his handsome face like white jade.

Then the eunuch's slender voice came, and the emperor arrived.

Ten thousand people knelt on the ground and saluted, the cry shook the sky, and Emperor Damin walked up to the high platform under the escort of the Praetorian Guard.

There is a table in the middle of the high platform, on which livestock and bronze vessels are placed, Emperor Min holds three incense sticks, bows to the sky three times, and shouts: "God bless me Damin." ”

The majestic voice was awe-inspiring, and 10,000 people echoed it, followed by a series of ceremonies presided over by officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The spring hunt is divided into three days, the first day is a solo competition, the second day is a combination of men and women hunting, and the third day is to give out rewards to each family.

At the end of the ceremony, it was almost noon, and the royal relatives and children of the family who participated in the spring hunt had already mounted their war horses and were ready.

Ripple looked at Yubunji, the most dazzling in this group, he was dressed in a purple power suit, and under him was a pure black war horse, with a cold expression on his handsome face, which looked imposing.

As if he noticed that she was looking at him, he also glanced faintly at the ripples, his face a little soft.

Immediately after, Ripple's head was forced to turn in a different direction, and a magnetic lingering call sounded in his ears, "Huahua." ”

Her eyelids jumped, and she said, "The slave and maid looked over there and found that they were all too vulgar, and they were not at all comparable to the appearance of adults." ”

"Yes." The smile on the Prime Minister's lips changed from danger to gentleness.

Ripple is speechless, and you know that Shenjing Bing loves to listen to hypocritical lies!

At this time, Emperor Da Min on the high platform said loudly: "This spring hunt, the rules are as usual, two hours later, the most prey in the hands of the most dangerous people, I will be rewarded." ”

He took the red sandalwood bow from the squire's hand, put on the sharp arrow, pulled it full, and let go, "The spring hunt begins." ”

The feathered arrow hit the drum in the distance.

"Knock", the drum sound is thick and soars into the sky, shaking people's hearts.

At the same time, fierce drums sounded all around, and the hunters rode their horses into the woods, their hooves trampling and splashing the grass like mud.

After they left, His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand, and the rest of the ministers, family members and subordinates dispersed, some went back to the tent to rest, and some ate melons and chatted in the pergola.

Lianxi looked at the white horse in front of him, and had a bad premonition in his heart, "My lord, who are you?" ”。

"Go hunting for Flowey." The prime minister stroked the little cook's hair and smiled dotingly.