It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds. The famous sentence of the talented girl Zhuo Wenjun has another sentence at the end.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

Luo Ying turned the teacup in her hand and looked at Wen Mingchen.

Wen Mingchen was pouring tea for himself, Wen Aiqing's hand shook, and the tea overflowed the mouth of the cup.

"The minister is rude." Wen Mingchen hurriedly put down the teapot, and the entourage on the side came up and wiped the table.

"Thank you princess for your love, I'm afraid the minister will live up to the princess's heart." Wen Mingchen looked at the white jade tea cup in front of him, and there was clear warm tea in it.

Yes, he avoided Luo Ying's gaze.

Luo Ying smiled slightly and took a sip of tea, the tea was very ordinary, but it was also fragrant.

"Then Prime Minister Wen, do you already have a favorite candidate in your heart?" She lightly lifted her lips and asked.

"Not yet." Wen Mingchen is focused on family and country affairs, and now he is also at the age of marrying.

But he has always been filial to his only mother in the family, and he listens to the arrangements of his mother at home, thinking that marrying a wife should be virtuous, and it is best to take care of his mother.

Luo Ying's status is too high and too beautiful, even if she marries him in the future, she will definitely not listen to him, no.

Moreover, although he and the Song State have a system of polygamy, he is only ready to marry one person, grow old with one person, and raise eyebrows.

"Then Jinyang can work harder." Luo Ying bent her eyebrows and looked at Wen Mingchen.

"Huh?" Wen Mingchen raised his head and saw Luo Ying's smile, which was really flashed.

The women on the pavilion are picturesque, and the mountains are not as good as the slightest.

I can't help but have a sentence in the Book of Poetry in my heart, with a moth eyebrow, a clever smile, and beautiful eyes.

"The princess doesn't have to laugh, the minister is a few pounds and a few taels, she still knows that the princess will definitely be able to find a lover, Qin Se and Ming."

"The minister took his leave."

Wen Mingchen drank the tea in the cup, raised his glass, and stepped up to the gazebo.

"If you can't warm the prime minister's heart, you can't be considered a good person." Luo Ying also drank all the tea, waved her hand, and didn't let the entourage refill the cup, and the entourage accepted the cup.

Wen Mingchen had a weak leg and almost fell, but he didn't look back, pretended not to hear, and went in the direction of the pointer's platform.

The yellow sand is raging around, but Wen Mingchen's white robe is still spotless, he has a long body, and his robe is as elegant as a fairy.

Luo Ying glanced at it from a distance, and it was indeed a beautiful man.

Hundreds of migrant workers are still stepping up the construction of the point platform, Wen Mingchen went to set up a handle, feeling that standing in the middle of the migrant workers, the whole person is much more comfortable, standing next to Luo Ying, the pressure is too great.

"Let's go back to the tent." Luo Ying raised her feet and got up, looking at the hot construction scene in the distance, Wen Mingchen took off his robe and blended into a group of migrant workers, although his identity was very different from that of migrant workers, but he was also extremely harmonious.

This kind of person is a natural leader, neither humble nor arrogant, gentle as jade.

Wen Mingchen felt that there seemed to be a gaze behind him, which made him uncomfortable. He took the wood and handed it to the people beside him.

"Lord Wen, the little lady just now, is it your wife, you look like a good match." A migrant worker spoke jokingly.

This Wen is so good, and he is the dragon and phoenix among people, and his natural wife is also one in a million.

He glanced at Luo Ying's appearance from a distance just now, and he felt like a fairy, and she was really a beauty.

Such a person is worthy of Lord Wen.

"Ahem." Wen Mingchen's expression was a little strange, and he was stuck for a while, he paused for a while and spoke.