Chapter 352： Female Honor: I would like to be the minister under His Majesty's skirt (2)

It seems that this plane can be used to determine his true feelings for fragments through side quests.

After thinking about it, Feng Qian slowly unfolded the quilt, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

…

study.

A man in a white gauze stood silently in front of the desk.

The slender white fingertips lightly cling to a brush, and the snow-colored wide sleeves hang down.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and the long curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

In the dark eyes, the expression is light, without emotion, with a bit of coolness.

Beautiful lips, light color, just like the owner's character, light and cool.

Hearing the message from the guard, Qing Ye slowly put the brush back, and frowned slightly.

"Is it...rejected..."

The young man whispered.

Raising his eyes, his dark eyes glanced lightly at the bright moon outside the window, and his voice was calm and silent: "You should step back."

"Yes."

The man resigned respectfully, and the young man in the room brewed a cup of fragrant tea without hesitation.

The fragrance of tea is mixed with the elegant fragrance of ink in the study.

Peace of mind.

…

the next day.

Feng Qian was awakened in a daze.

Then, another group of female officials filed in.

Feng Qian was obediently dressed by a group of people.

Her Majesty's dress is very beautiful, the red gauze skirt with thin gold thread, the patterns on the skirt are all very fine embroidery.

Wearing a gorgeous phoenix crown on his head, with a few strands of tassel hanging down, swaying in the wind.

There is a red lotus tin between the eyebrows.

The light makeup makes the girl even more attractive.

In the past, the original owner was all glamorous makeup.

Because the Prime Minister has always been simple and elegant, the original owner wanted to imitate the other party and put on such a light makeup.

It's a pity, no matter how beautiful the woman is, the Prime Minister is still heartbroken.

The original owner was close to the water tower, but he failed to win the heart of the Prime Minister.

Finished grooming.

The female official said respectfully, "Your Majesty, you can leave for Zaochao."

"okay."

Feng Qian nodded slightly.

The phoenix crown on top of her head was a little heavy, and the girl moved her neck to ease the discomfort.

Feng Qian followed the female official into the exclusive sedan chair of Her Majesty the Queen.

Rose red tent.

Along the way, groggy passed.

When getting off the sedan chair, a beautiful young man approached with lowered eyes, bent down slightly, and stretched out his plain white palm to the girl.

Feng Qian blinked in confusion.

The beautiful young man in front of him said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Sang Yu is here to lead you into the hall."

The wind was a little stunned.

In the original owner's memory, there was no such a link in the early morning.

Feng Qian glanced at the other party, pursed her lips and said, "No need."

Rejected by Her Majesty the Queen, the light in the young Shurun's eyes froze, he lowered his head, and his plain white hand was slowly withdrawn.

When Feng Qian passed by the other side, he stopped.

The girl looked sideways at the boy and asked, "Who sent you here?"

The young man raised his eyes and looked directly at the Queen, and lowered his head a little shyly, his voice was like a mosquito: "Yes... Lord Prime Minister."

Feng Qian glanced at the young man and retracted his gaze.

Thoughtful.

Well.

It's the Prime Minister again.

Last night, he sent her five beautiful servants, and early morning sent a beautiful young man to lead her into the palace.

It seems that he really doesn't like the original owner.

I was also curious how a man could hold the post of prime minister in a country where women honored.

However, speaking of which, there is also the credit of the original owner.

While thinking, the girl entered the hall.

Before walking towards the dragon chair, he looked at the young man in white who was near the dragon chair.

The eyes of the other party were cold and clear, and the expression was light.

The beautiful face is like ink stained, peerless.

Just a glance is enough to amaze the time.