"Which one?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked with a very smug face.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Qingwu's face, "That's Yang Zhaoyi." ”

"Yang Zhaoyi?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked rhetorically. In the space to ask, he thought seriously about Yang Zhaoyi's black hair. It's not bad, but it's the best to say it's a harem? Not really.

"Her hair is indeed good, but it can't be said to be the best in the harem." Emperor Joan of Arc thought about it and spoke.

"Her hair is not the best in the harem, but it is the most beautiful." Wen Qingwu said. didn't wait for Emperor Joan of Arc to ask, so he continued, "Other ladies and nobles have nothing to do with their hair tied up in a high bun, but Zhaoyi is the most casual. That long hair often fell in half. The beauty is a little more. ”

"And that said?" Emperor Joan of Arc was a little puzzled. When talking to Wen Qingwu, he always had an illusion.

It feels like she's always fooling herself.

But if you think about it, it's not a fool. A set of sets, to put it bluntly, can't be defined as a fool at all.

For example, at this moment, Emperor Zhende listened to Wen Qingwu after he finished understanding, "Don't you think that the black hair that looks like a waterfall dances with the wind, just like the wicker dancing in the spring breeze." It's like a fairy, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was stunned. If you think about it, don't you think about it beautifully? He nodded, and thought of something, "You are very familiar with Yang Zhaoyi?" ”

"The nearest thing to Dafu Palace is Zhaoyi's Shicui Palace, and the slaves and maids will go to sit in their spare time." Wen Qingwu was not subtle this time, and expressed it directly.

Just listening to the ears of Emperor Joan of Arc, he was surprised, "Not everyone can go in and talk in the Shicui Palace. He said, looking at Wen Qingwu in the mirror, "Yes, you, Yang Zhaoyi, a person who is so tall that no one can bear to look at it, can welcome you into her door to sit down." ”

"Zhaoyi, where is everyone so unkind." Wen Qingwu said, her hair had been combed. Begin to pull up the hair.

Emperor Joan of Arc cut off, "How long have you been with her?" How many years have I been with her? Could it be that I don't know her yet? ”

Wen Qingwu didn't answer, and seriously did the movements in his hands, carefully managing Emperor Zhende's hair.

"You are amazing, first you got to Gao Yang to be a good sister, and now you are good with Yang Zhaoyi. The ability is very big, and the worst in the entire palace has been taken in by you. Joan of Arc quipped.

Wen Qingwu smiled on his face, "Where is the emperor saying such badly." It's just that Yang Zhaoyi is worried these days, but her temper is a little bad. ”

As she spoke, her hand movements did not stop, and she put her hand in a bun for Joan of Arc.

That's it. Emperor Joan of Arc would naturally ask more, "What is she worried about?" ”

"The slave didn't know before." Wen Qingwu's eyes were gentle, and he kept looking at the hair in his hands. But only she knew how panicked she was. "When I heard the emperor's words today, I probably knew." She continued.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at his hair in the mirror, heard the words, and asked casually, "What, are you worried about the third child?" ”

I finally got to the topic I wanted to talk about. "Perhaps." Wen Qingwu said indifferently, "I don't know the specific slave maid." ”

She's just a cliché, so naturally she can't be too sure.

Emperor Joan of Arc listened to Wen Qingwu's words and didn't pay much attention to it. continued, "What is there for her to worry about. Although Yang Chengkang's official position is not large, he is a member of the Guanlong clan. The daughter of the Yang family is the eldest daughter again, and her talents and rules are not a problem. The conduct and appearance will certainly not be bad. Otherwise, the third child will not like it. ”

Wen Qingwu felt as if a very heavy stone had been pressed in her heart, and she was almost out of breath.

"......," she said, realizing that her voice was trembling. Immediately stopped his voice, then took a strong breath to suppress the panic and heaviness in his heart, and finally made his voice sound the same as usual, "Was it originally chosen by His Royal Highness King Wu himself?" Her voice was faint, as if she was chatting with Emperor Joan of Arc on weekdays.

It made Emperor Zhende seem to be as casual as Wen Qingwu usually chattered, "It's not his own choice." The excerpt handed over from Longnan from afar said that he had taken a fancy to someone's little lady. As he spoke, Emperor Joan of Arc laughed silently.

The person selected by Li Ke is the Guanlongshi clan, but he is the Guanlongshi clan who has no real power.

Even if the Yang family is an official, it is impossible to become big. It's good to be prosperous and rich for a lifetime.

What he hopes most is that except for the crown prince, the other sons only have glory and wealth in their eyes. That's all there is to it, how good. I don't have to worry about anything for the rest of my life, and I can live a good life.

Therefore, after seeing Li Ke's excerpts, I was very satisfied. First, this Yang Chengkang is just a scholar in China, and he can't make any waves. The second is that the Yang family is a member of the Guanlong family, and everyone is hairpin. The eldest daughter of such a family marries her son, and her background is also worthy.

Compared with Emperor Joan of Arc's ease, Wen Qingwu was not at all relaxed. She knew exactly what she was supposed to do.

She should have laughed along with Emperor Joan of Arc. Then follow his words, it is best to praise Li Ke's good vision again, and say that the daughter of the Yang family is blessed.

But she couldn't say anything.

She couldn't even laugh. It's like someone choking her neck, and she's about to suffocate.

It's panic. Yes, it's not the fear in the book, it's not sour, it's not disappointment. Hearing this suddenly, her heart was terrified. Panic at a loss.

Before this moment, she had never known that Li Ke had had such a deep influence on her. Not a partner on weekdays. It's not a bed companion who sends warmth to the palace walls.

It's really moving. Not only tempted, but simply moved.

Wen Qingwu looked at his hand that had tied his hair for Emperor Zhende and kept trembling, telling himself countless times in his heart that he couldn't panic, and countless times he quietly took a deep breath and a deep breath again.

But the hands were still shaking.

I can't stop it.

After saying that, Emperor Joan of Arc didn't hear a sound, and glanced at the person in the mirror. I saw her trembling hands with sharp eyes.

This trembling can't be stopped, and it's impossible for people not to find out.

Emperor Joan of Arc asked, his brow furrowed.

Wen Qingwu's hands trembled, and his face turned pale. Hearing that Emperor Joan of Arc couldn't hold back directly

If you can't hold it, you won't be able to stretch it. She looked at Emperor Joan of Arc with a crying face, "Everyone, if the slave commits the crime of bullying the king, will everyone reprimand?" ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was asked blankly, "What is the crime of bullying the king?" ”

As soon as his voice fell, his head tingled. The overly obvious pain made him "sizzle", and then looked at Wen Qingwu in the mirror with anger on his face, "What are you doing?!" He rebuked. completely forgot about Li Ke's affairs and thoughts that he had just said. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Rufeng Ling Claw Book House" for free for the first time.