Chapter 72 Emperor Teacher (11)

The emperor continued drinking tea, then took the time to glance at his daughter, coughed twice, and said with a straight face: "Is it wrong?"

Chu Yanhuan said honestly, "Wrong."

Emperor: "What's wrong?"

Chu Yanhuan: "Everything is wrong."

emperor:"……"

His forehead jumped, he flicked his sleeves and pointed to the door, "Get out of here."

"Okay~"

The little girl jumped away, and finally took the two hibiscus pastries on the table.

The emperor looked at him, and a helpless and indulgent smile appeared on his majestic and handsome face.

"This girl..."

"Is it possible that I am too used to her, no big or small."

He seemed to be talking to himself, although he was saying blame, but there was a bit of a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Eunuch Li next to him winked and went up to make another cup of tea for the emperor, and said with a smile: "The ninth princess is innocent and lively. She is close to you, it means that she regards your majesty as a father, not a high-ranking king."

"The old slave watched His Majesty grow up. Among the many princesses, only these nine princesses are very similar to His Majesty when they were young!"

Hearing this, the emperor also laughed out loud, but he still glared at Li Xi next to him, "Zhen Xiaojiu is naturally like me, how can other princesses compare with Xiaojiu?"

Li Xi lightly tapped his mouth with a smile, "Yes, yes, looking at the mouth of this old slave, I am confused..."

Having said that, Li Xi was shocked. Although he knew that the nine princesses were extremely important in His Majesty's mind, he did not expect them to be so important.

Today the saint has no children.

He vaguely seemed to have thought of something, it was a ridiculous idea...

*

a few days later.

Chu Yanhuan was carried by her emperor father to a Hundred Flowers Party.

She sat in her seat and slept the whole time.

Sitting in a high position, the emperor saw his daughter, his eyelids jumped, he lowered his voice and said to Li Xi next to him: "Call Xiao Jiu to me."

After a while.

Chu Yanhuan went to toast the emperor with a glass of wine, and raised his voice: "The son and the minister respect the father and the emperor."

Then she lowered her voice and asked, "Dad, what are you calling me to do?"

"..." The emperor glared at her, "Don't let me fall asleep!"

Chu Yanhuan: "Isn't this a blind date feast? Dad, I really can't figure out what you want me to do?"

The emperor also lowered his voice, "When Shen Qingjue will come, you should pay attention to me and leave a good impression on others."

Then he gave Chu Yanhuan a "you know" look.

He has been interested in that boy from the Shen family for a long time. He looks good and has good abilities, but his temperament is a little colder.

But it is also just right for his family's Xiaojiu.

"..."

The corner of the girl's eyes twitched, but this time she didn't refute it.

Is it Shen Qingjue?

She almost forgot about her target.

*

Halfway through the banquet, Shen Qingjue appeared.

The slender young man walked in slowly, and he cupped his hands towards the emperor, "Your Majesty, Wei Chen is late."

Everyone knows.

The son of the Shen family, he became famous at a young age, and was extremely talented, but in his early twenties, he was already the prime minister.

Today's saint even exempts him from kneeling.

The emperor smiled and said, "It's okay, Aiqing, take your seat."

Chu Yanhuan, who was sitting below, also saw Shen Qingjue's face clearly.

Her expression at the time: Σ(°△°|||)︴

What the hell, why is he? ?

The young man on the opposite side had picturesque brows, a beauty close to that of a fairy, with slightly darker eyebrows and slightly lighter thin lips.

Perhaps Chu Yanhuan's gaze was too hot, and Shen Qingjue raised her eyes to look in her direction.

Four eyes facing each other.

The young man's dark eyes, deep and beautiful, stared at her intently.

The author who was suddenly slapped: Why did you hit me? ?

All urging younger readers (showing a 30-meter machete): What about the addition? ?

Author Jun: Because of laziness, because of chasing dramas...

Brush brush brush brush brush (a sharp knife light)

Finally, the author died (ask you for a wave of tickets before dying)