"Then Your Majesty has a favorite candidate in mind?" The Ministry of Rites continued to ask with a slight stammer.

Dill looked at him with a smirk, and after a while she replied, "Not yet." ”

"Then let the ministers go down to recruit first, and then compile it into a book and submit it to Your Majesty for screening."

"It's so good, it's hard work." The playful smile in the dill's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, who was watching, only felt a chill behind him, and he couldn't wait to leave this place quickly.

"Don't dare, the minister retired first." After receiving the signal from dill, the Ministry of Rites left without stopping for a moment.

"Tea."

Dill stretched out a hand, ready to take the teacup from the person waiting beside her. However, the hand stretched straight in the air for a long time, but there was no response.

"Tea." Dill raised her voice and repeated, but there was still no response.

Dill turned her head and looked at Nanlin, who was standing behind her.

Nanlin's eyes were hollow and dull, and his whole face was pale, stiff like a walking corpse.

Dill got up and walked up to him step by step, her deep gaze looking straight into her dull eyes, until they gradually gained focus and reflected her own face.

Dill took a step back slightly, keeping a reasonable distance from him: "Speak." ”

Nan Lin pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

Dill accentuated her tone and said in a deep voice again: "I say, speak." ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the slave has nothing to say." Nanlin lowered his head and replied flatly.

"If you have nothing to say, then tell me why you are distracted?"

Dill's question was like a pebble thrown into the sea, unable to make the slightest wave, and everything was still calm and peaceful.

"Hehe" Dill curled the corners of her lips, and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, "Do you think that entering my harem is a glorious and fortunate event that everyone is vying for?" ”

Nan Lin raised his head, although he still didn't say a word, the deep meaning in his eyes had already indicated his deep thoughts.

"Although I am the emperor of Tianyao, I am still a woman, do you understand?"

"Your Majesty is both civil and military, eloquent and strategic, and can be an example for all people." Nan Lin spoke, eager to refute the disadvantages of being a woman in Dill's words.

"So what?" Dill paused, looked through the man in front of him, and looked into the unknown distance, "Even Emperor Nanwu doesn't know how long he can sit on the throne. ”

Dill is talking about Emperor Nanwu instead of me, because she knows whether she can sit on the throne and how long she can be the emperor is the original owner's long-term heart disease, not Dill herself.

The woman's body and the man's ambition made the original owner do something that defied the world's condemnation to seek power and usurp the throne.

However, even after seizing this throne and sweeping the six kingdoms and returning to the world to become the supreme of the four seas. There is still a hidden pain in the heart of the original owner.

In the era of male superiority and female inferiority, the existence of the original owner is like a legend that suddenly rises, and even if it reaches an unparalleled height, it is still impossible to determine whether it is a flash in the pan or a thousand years.

Perhaps, even the original owner herself did not realize that she had an inferiority complex deep in her soul that only fell asleep in the dead of night, and the most secret and ardent wish in her heart - "equality".

Therefore, all kinds of seemingly bottomless indulgence when facing the heroine is not only because of the influence of the heroine's aura, but also the sustenance of her secret yearning in her heart.

There is nothing wrong with all this, but it is a pity that the sustenance is not human, which caused the final tragic fate of the original owner.