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And the eunuchs and palace maids that the regent had placed beside the emperor were finally relieved.

It seemed that the little emperor had summoned the prime minister just as she said, to find a place for the regent.

Yu Chu achieved the goal of confounding the regent, so he hooked his lips, took out the booklet happily, and showed Rong Xian all kinds of beauties with great interest.

"Look at Aiqing, is this...isn't it a little too thin? It's not very good if the chest is not big."

"Well, the nose is a little crooked."

"This mouth is too big."

...

Rong Xian remained expressionless. He lowered his eyes and listened to her long speech. In the end, the little emperor put the pile of pictures of noble ladies to the side and came to a conclusion:

"Nothing to see."

Rong Xian glanced at the picture album that was thrown aside.

The noble daughter of Quanjinghua was so despised.

He slightly picked up the snow-colored sleeves, the slightly casual belt in the long coat, tied the figure of the zhilan jade tree, and his eyes were slightly lowered, so that the maids on the side bowed their heads and blushed, and took a peek from time to time.

Yu Chu naturally noticed that the young prime minister could also make the palace maids flutter when he sat still.

She pouted, put down the album as if nothing had happened, and asked with a smile, "Aiqing also commented?"

Rong Xian raised his eyes to look at her.

In the dark eyes of the young man, the blue lamp was as empty as an ancient Buddha, and he said softly, "What Your Majesty said is very true."

Just so lazily blocked the conversation back.

He lowered his eyes slightly to drink tea, the light and shadow of a room sprinkled on the young man's snow-white long coat, reflecting the cold eyes, really beautiful, like the flowing clouds in the sky of Beijing.

Yu Chu tapped on the armrest, "Aiqing also thinks these ladies are nothing to look at? Then Aiqing..."

She suddenly leaned over and asked with a smile across the low table in the middle, "How do you think I look?"

The old eunuch under the stage shuddered and widened his eyes in disbelief. The palace maids stiffened one after another, and the hall fell into a strange silence.

The emperor... molesting the Prime Minister? !

The palace people were shocked and swiped, and the young prime minister in long clothes and snow-white raised his eyes to look at the emperor.

In the dark ink pupils, the face of the person on the other side is reflected. Rong Xian's expression was indifferent, he took a sip of tea, and said softly, "Your Majesty is naturally beautiful."

"..."

Yu Chu's smile froze and rolled his eyes.

This answer is not at all distracting.

She looked at the person opposite her for a long time, and felt that the fragments of this plane were not easy to be recognized.

It seems that she has a good temper to accompany her to pick people, but in fact, people's bland appearance seems to be not the palace, but the back garden of his house.

He was just a little interested and wanted to see how she, the puppet emperor, could jump around.

Ah.

Yu Chu squinted his eyes, then retracted his gaze, turned his head and told the palace people to put away the album, his expression became cold for a moment, and he said lazily: "Aiqing is with me for a long time, it's really hard. Let's go today."

After she finished speaking, she lifted her foot and left.

Rong Xian was stunned for a moment, his dark eyes raised, watching the little emperor suddenly withdrew his previous enthusiasm, and walked away from the hall without looking back.

He lowered his eyes, put down the teacup in his hand, and stood up with his sleeves up, his eyes fell on the picture album in the hands of the palace servant.

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As Yu Chu walked, he listened to the old manager Li next to him kept saying: "Oh my little ancestor, how can you talk to the prime minister like that?"

The palace people followed behind, at a distance.

Yu Chu sighed, "Grandpa Li, tell me about the Prime Minister."