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Prime Minister, Rong Xian.

Speaking of the legend of this young prime minister, the storytellers on the street can talk about it for three days and three nights.

Born in the famous Jinghua Rong family, he is also the eldest son of incomparable honor.

Some people say that with just one look from the young prime minister, he can surpass half of Jinghua's Liuyun.

I don’t know how many girls are looking forward to it day and night, to meet the prime minister who is in a private interview, with a snow-white robe and a zhilan and jade tree.

Of course, what everyone has seen is only this arc of politeness and alienation.

In the dark and cold pupils of the young man, he was as calm as an ancient Buddha with a green lamp, not tainted by the world or dust.

No one has ever seen him smile sincerely.

At this time, facing the master of the world, the honor of the ninety-five, the young prime minister just raised his slender fingers, the snow-white sleeves were like flowing clouds, and his voice was a little shallow:

"His Majesty."

Yu Chu was stunned by his voice, and he coughed lightly before raising his hand: "Aiqing, please don't pay the courtesy."

Although her voice was low, it was still a little tender.

However, in the eyes of civil and military officials, the emperor is just a little baby, and the original owner disguised as a man, the regent also deliberately said that he was younger.

The tender voice was not noticeable.

As for the future - the regent will either ruin her voice with drugs and force her to change her voice...or simply make her mute and completely mute.

Yu Chu raised his eyes and glanced at the young prime minister.

Rong Xian has a slender body, standing indifferently, and his eyes are bright, like a beautiful and cold bamboo.

White is a very monotonous color, but on this person, it is only like a handful of snow, delicate and deserted.

"Your Majesty called Wei Chen, why?"

He asked lightly, his eyes fell on the emperor in the dragon robe, but he didn't show respect, except for the indifference, there was only some polite alienation.

Yu Chu turned to look at the old eunuch.

The old eunuch looked at her eagerly, as if looking forward to how she would gain the Prime Minister's favor.

Yu Chu turned to look at the maids again.

They all bowed their heads respectfully, but their expressions were a little shy involuntarily.

Yu Chu turned back, coughed, and raised his eyebrows:

"I'm looking for you to discuss the harem."

As soon as these words came out, the palace maids widened their eyes in astonishment, thinking they had heard it wrong.

The old eunuch was also stunned.

The hall was eerily silent for a while, only the little emperor was still smiling, his hands behind his back, and his index finger lightly brushed the jade ring on his thumb.

After a few seconds, Rong Xian tilted his head slightly, San Qian Mo followed his movements lightly, and the boy's voice was still shallow: "This matter is not subject to the minister's control."

With slender and fair fingers, he gently grabbed the snow-white sleeves, the boy's eyelashes drooped, and said lightly, "If there is nothing else, Wei Chen will retire."

After listening to the little emperor's words, the old eunuch secretly sweated, but at this time he was relieved to hear that the prime minister didn't care.

However, he heard his emperor say: "I leave the harem to you, and you will take care of it."

"..."

The old eunuch's breath got stuck in his throat, and the palace people looked at each other in horror.

Everyone thought this puppet emperor was crazy.

How dare you talk to the Prime Minister like this?

This is the son of a powerful family, and even the regent is a powerful person who has to yield three points.

But let people... control the harem?