In just three days, Guan Shangshu sorted out a group of beautiful men to be selected.

"Your Majesty, please take a look" Guan Shangshu raised the album in his hand above his head, bowed his head and bent over, and handed it to Nanlin to present to dill.

It was less than ten steps from Guan Shangshu's standing place to Dill's sitting place, but Nanlin had walked out of the feeling of a long distance.

Dill could feel that every step of the person in front of her was as heavy and slow as walking on the tip of a sharp knife, and she just looked at him with a smile that seemed not to be smiling, but there was no urging on her lips.

Dill stretched out her hand towards the album, and she noticed that Nanlin's fingertips had turned slightly white because of the excessive exertion of the album, and she had to use a lot of strength to take the album.

The beautiful men in the album are in a variety of postures, and Dill describes looking at them casually, page after page, without the slightest stop, as if no one meets her heart.

After a quick look, Dill handed the album in his hand to Nanlin: "Help me choose." ”

Nan Lin took it silently, his hands trembled slightly, and the blood on his lips faded little by little.

Dill beckoned to him, motioning for him to stand beside her.

"How about this?" Knowing that Nan Lin would not speak first, Dill simply pointed to the people in the album and asked him one by one.

The man on the first page, with a slender willow body, delicate facial features, fair complexion, and faint dark eyebrows and slightly frowning, dyed his whole person with a hazy and mournful beauty.

"I see that his body shape and facial features are excellent, what do you think of Nanlin?"

"The slave thinks that this person is impossible, Your Majesty, please see, this person is too thin, his face is too pale, and even his eyebrows are slightly sickly. I'm afraid it's because I'm seriously ill, and the slave is worried about His Majesty's dragon body. ”

"Well, Nanlin has a point." Dill nodded, her lips curling in a shallow arc.

The man who turned it lightly with his bare hand and clicked on another page, "This should be good, with a burly body, strong limbs, and a dark and ruddy complexion." ”

"The slave thinks that this person is inappropriate, judging from this person's appearance, he must be a vulgar martial artist, how can he choose to enter the palace, will it not insult His Majesty's hearing and hearing."

Dill nodded, the curvature of her lips rose by two points, and her slender fingers flipped through several pages, finally stopping at a man with excellent looks and temperament.

This time, before Dill could speak, Nan Lin said: "Your Majesty, this person has thin lips and high nose, and he is clearly narrow-minded and unkind. ”

The curvature of the corners of Dill lips was curved into a half-moon shape, and she looked at the serious nonsense man in front of her with a silent smile.

Dill didn't speak, but Guan Shangshu, who was standing a few steps away, was a little anxious.

"The chief manager was surprised by this, Tianyao did not say that he had thin lips and a high nose, and this person was one of the four sons of Yaojing, who was personable, modest and polite, and was definitely an excellent candidate for His Majesty to marry."

Dill bowed slightly, as if she was somewhat sure of Guan Shangshu's words.

Nan Lin hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty, hearing Guan Shangshu say this, the slave feels that this person is becoming more and more unavoidable. ”

"Oh? What to do. Dill raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of interest in her eyes.

"The fourth son of Yaojing is the best choice for the husband in the hearts of Yaojing and even the entire Tianyao woman. There are many palace maids in the harem of His Majesty, who have a crush on these four princes, and if this person is elected into the palace, the servants are afraid that His Majesty will be disgraced. ”