The only thing that spoils the beauty is that there are a few pimples on the cheeks on both sides of the dark red shirt.

"My own brother." The young man in black let out a sad cry, "Why do you have acne at this time, you look like this, your face is pitted like the surface of the moon, how can you face a saint."

"Why don't you go alone?"

The boy in dark red suggested that his voice was pleasant, gentle and tactful, elegant and delicate, and his tone was slow like an ancient chant.

"No."

The black-clothed young man's head shook like a rattle: "If it weren't for our father's illness and no way to come to pay tribute, I wouldn't have come, I've never been out of Yunzhou since I grew so big, you now let me run to face the saint alone, what if I say something wrong, do something wrong and be killed."

The voice of the young man in black is similar to that of an ordinary boy, a little low and hoarse.

"Then how do you let me go like this? Poor grooming is also considered a loss of honor in front of the palace, and it is easy to be held accountable by His Majesty."

"Ugh."

The young man in black sighed, lifted the curtain and looked outside, where there were people selling masks and curtain for girls in the stalls on the side of the royal street.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "There is, stop and stop!"

The black-clothed boy slapped the wall of the carriage twice, and the carriage stopped.

The black-lettered boy jumped out of the carriage and ran to the stall to take a silver curtain: "How much is this?"

money."

The boss stretched out his fingers.

"Oh, here you go."

The young man in black put the money aside and climbed into the carriage again.

"Brother, look."

The black-clothed boy tentatively gestured the rickety curtain to the face of the dark-red boy, "If you put this on, won't it just cover the pimples on your face?"

"That's all I have to do."

The dark red boy took the curtain and put it on his face.

"I can't see it, I'm so smart."

The night boy was glad that he didn't have to enter the palace alone.

At this moment, there was a sound of waw from outside the carriage, as if a child was crying.

The young man in dark red clothes lifted the curtain and saw a boy probably standing on a very delicate Kong Ming lantern playing because of curiosity, and somehow removed the iron hook on the ground that fixed the Kong Ming lantern, and the Kong Ming lantern flew up with the wind.

The boy was lying on the Kong Ming lantern in fright and crying.

The dark red boy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he jumped out of the carriage and waved his fingers a few times.

Then there were two clicks, and a puppet man as tall as a normal person jumped on the Kong Ming lantern and held the boy in his arms, and manipulated the mechanism on the Kong Ming lantern step by step to make the Kong Ming lantern fall.

Xiahou Qian walked over with his daughter in his arms, saw his son on the Kong Ming lantern, and shouted, "Feng'er!"

Then, he looked at the young man in dark red clothes, who had several transparent silk threads connected to his hands, and his fingers swung flexibly, manipulating the puppeteer's every move.

Just when the height of the Kong Ming lantern dropped to a large foot above the ground, a sudden gust of demon wind blew the Kong Ming lantern into the distance.

Xia Houqian anxiously stepped forward first, and the young man in dark red clothes guessed that Xia Houqian was about the boy's parent, and pulled the puppet silk in his hand, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, the puppet silk in my hand is very tough and will not break."

Then, he continued to operate, and this time he successfully manipulated the puppet to lower the Kong Ming lantern.

The child returned to Xiahou Qian's hand, and the puppeteer automatically folded up and jumped back into the hands of the dark red clothed boy.

The young man in dark red put it in his pocket, and Xia Houqian hugged the frightened child and apologized to the young man in dark red clothes: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your zealous rescue."

"You're welcome."

The boy in dark red clothes waved his hand.

Xiahou Qian looked at the freely shrinking puppet silk in the hands of the dark red clothed young man, and asked, "Your Excellency is a puppeteer?"

"Yes."

The boy in dark red lowered his eyes

, slightly bowed.

"There are very few puppeteers in the Apocalypse Kingdom, I don't know your honorable name?"

"Don't give your surname Yan, the child is fine, I still have to hurry, go first."

The young man in dark red ended the conversation and got into the carriage with his brother.

The young man in black shook his head and sighed: "Today's parents really don't take their children's safety seriously, and almost let their children scrape off the Kong Ming lantern."

"The carriage is about to enter the Royal Street, don't speak."

The young man in dark red admonished.

The young man in black was suddenly silent.

Lady Guo took a large pile of documents and presented it: "Your Majesty, this is a list of tributes sent by the princes of various states, please look at it."

The empress took a careful inventory, and after reading about half of it, she felt a little dazzled by the font, and the female official Guo thoughtfully served a clear-eyed tea soup.

The empress took a sip, picked it up and continued to look down.

Suddenly, the words on a list of documents stood out like a glowing pearl in the yellow sand, like a group of crooked melons and cracked dates with a beautiful and peerless beauty in the middle, so conspicuous and pleasing to the eye.

The empress was in good spirits and commented: "This calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, the writing is neat and rigorous, it has the taste of a calligrapher, and it looks much more comfortable, this is?"

The empress opened the inscription at the back, and the female official Guo also stepped forward to look: "Your Majesty, this is the document of Yunzhou's tribute, and the inscription is Yan Wuji, the eldest son of Yan Yi, the prince of Yanzhou."

"The eldest son?"

The empress looked puzzled: "The princes have always come to Kyoto in person to pay tribute, why is Yan Yi done by her son this time?"

Lady Guo explained, "I heard that Prince Yan has been ill recently and is sick in bed, so his two sons will pay tribute."

"I see."

Just as they were talking, a female official came outside: "Your Majesty, the offerings of the princes of Yunzhou have arrived."

"Biography."

The empress only said one word.

Soon, someone in the palace led the two young men in the carriage to the empress.

The two teenagers knelt down in unison.

"The eldest son of the princes of Yunzhou, Yan Yi, is not flawed."

"None of the princes of Yunzhou have any of them."

"See Your Majesty!"

The two spoke in unison and touched the ground with their foreheads.

"Get up."

The empress was in a well-maintained Hao wrist, and with the support of Female Officer Guo, she got up and looked at the two teenagers.

"I heard that Prince Yan is in poor health, how is the situation?"

Yan Wuji, the eldest son of Yan Yi, the prince of Yunzhou, the young man in dark red clothes, replied, "Your Majesty Xie is concerned, he has already asked a doctor for treatment, and after taking two patches of medicine, his cough is not so bad."

"That's good."

At this time, another female official came in and whispered, "Your Majesty, the gift of the prince's engagement to the world has been prepared, please ask Your Majesty to personally decree the engagement and determine the candidate for the prince's wife."

"Bring it."

The female official brought Xia Houqian's portrait and family situation and personal situation, in order to ensure that the candidate was correct.

The recent wind was a bit strong, and when the female official presented the tray to the empress, the portrait of Xiahou Qian, who was placed on the outermost part, was caught off guard by the wind and fell lightly on the ground not far from Yan Wuji.

Seeing this, Yan Wujian hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the portrait, and this action also made him and his younger brother Yan Wuyi see the appearance of the prince's future husband on the portrait.

When the brothers saw the person in the portrait, they looked at each other tacitly.