Chapter 317： Imperial Princess (44)

Chapter 317 The Queen's Favorite Husband (44)

When the new emperor came to the throne, the ministers congratulated and inevitably mentioned the matter of the harem draft, so the portraits of the ministers and the sons of the noble families were sent to the Shiyou Palace.

When you just ascended the throne, you have a lot of government affairs to be busy with, and most of the time he stayed in the imperial study.

On this day, Su Xian took the chicken soup he had boiled for several hours to replenish Shiyou, and arrived at the imperial study in a hurry.

When he came, Shiyou, who was sitting at the desk, seemed to be looking at something intently.

Su Xian put down the food box and walked quietly behind Shiyou. He planned to cover her eyes and startle her.

This is a little fun that two people often play.

Before he reached out his hand, his eyes glanced at the picture that Shiyou was looking at. It didn't say anything about the court, but a beautiful man.

The young man in the painting has a delicate appearance and is unbelievably beautiful. He is the kind that is very docile and good-looking, without any aggression.

He felt a sour feeling inexplicably in his heart.

He was jealous of a portrait, His Majesty looked at the portrait for five seconds without taking his eyes away, and he didn't even know he entered the door.

How long has it been since he became Fengjun? His Majesty is about to accept the harem. Is he going to fall out of favor?

Sure enough, love will disappear, right?

Is His Majesty tired of his body?

Su Xian panicked and felt a sense of crisis, and suddenly rubbed over, wrapping her waist and carrying it into his arms.

Shiyou's ear suddenly sounded a man's aggrieved and soft voice: "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Shiyou was taken aback, looking back, a cloud could appear between Su Xian's beautiful eyebrows.

Shiyou put away the scroll, and hurriedly explained: "It was sent by the female official. I was curious to open it and have a look. I didn't expect it to be a draft candidate..."

She really didn't know it was a talent show, otherwise she wouldn't even watch it if she was killed.

She has a strong desire to survive.

Su Xian let go of her, sat down, unfolded the picture scroll on the case, and said in a muffled voice, "Every one of them doesn't look good, how can they be worthy of Your Majesty."

He took a closer look and recognized the sons of many ministers.

The reason why I couldn't recognize it at a glance just now was because the person in the painting was slightly different from me.

These sent portraits were specially beautified by the artist.

"His Royal Highness, these portraits have been beautified by the painter. For example, this Li Xinghe, I have seen him, this person is not so handsome at all, there is a mole on his chin, which is not drawn in the portrait, the painter is used to deceive people."

"And this Mr. Zhao, he obviously has thick lips, but the artist painted him thin lips..."

"Look at this one again..."

Shiyou smelled the vinegar smell and made fun of him with curved eyebrows: "Feng-Jun, is this delicious?"

Su Xian stared at her, smiled faintly, and when Shiyou frowned in confusion, when he wanted to ask what he was laughing at, he was caught off guard and pulled into his arms.

Su Xian smiled: "How can I taste it, they are not as good-looking as me."

He unfolded the portraits again: "Look at your majesty."

looks better than me and loses.

But when he said this, he frowned slightly, and his eyes swept across the portrait, as if she dared to look at it, he immediately burned it.

Shiyou thought his appearance was so funny.

After holding on for less than a second, Su Xian carefully tugged at Shiyou's sleeve: "Your Majesty, I don't want to be jealous of other men for the rest of my life, and I don't want to share you with others."

The tone is weak and helpless.

Shiyou honestly assured: "There will be no one else, only you will be in my harem."

"The people in these portraits... are not as good-looking as you."

She deliberately picked out the portrait that she had been looking at for five seconds, unfolded it and placed it next to Su Xian for comparison: "Compared with Fengjun, you are ugly."

Su Xian's squinted eyes blinked a few times for a moment, his heart filled with sweetness, and he squinted: "It really can't be compared with me."

Compared with his appearance, no one in the entire capital can compare to him!

(end of this chapter)