Chapter 613： Sitting on the country and beauty (32)

An Zixuan sat in front of the dressing table and painted herself carefully.

Looking at the reflection in the bronze mirror, this delicate and white face is not half haggard from the life of the deep palace in the previous life.

Now that the serious illness has just recovered, it has added a bit of pitiful sickness.

An Zixuan raised his hand and touched this face lightly, a little trance flashed in his eyes, but in a flash, his eyes were firm.

In this life, he will never repeat the ending of his previous life.

After he changed his clothes and dressed glamorously, An Zixuan was about to go out to the Chaoyang Palace, but he was stopped by Fengjian.

An Zixuan was puzzled: "???"

Kazama bit his scalp and said, "Master, your Majesty has something to do today, so I shouldn't have time to see you..."

An Zixuan frowned, he whispered at Kazama, and said, "What are you talking about? Your Majesty takes care of everything. When will she be free? Why is there no time to see this palace?"

Kazama continued to bite the bullet and explained: "Today, your Majesty is drafting in the Promise Hall..."

The word draft is getting weaker.

An Zixuan opened his eyes wide, and his voice became louder: "What? Draft? How is it possible?"

His steps are a little soft.

The person who was single-minded to him in the previous life has changed in this life?

This makes An Zixuan very unacceptable.

At this time, he is no longer the arrogant silly white sweet back then, naturally it is impossible to rush to the Promise Hall immediately to question the aloof emperor.

An Zixuan has secretly made up his mind.

After the general election, I went to the Chaoyang Palace to find Ji Lan and have a good talk with her.

...

Promise Hall.

The scarlet door was open, and the hall was magnificent. Looking at it, the five-clawed golden dragon statue hovering above the hall was full of majesty.

Down the white jade steps.

There were a group of beautiful flowers with low eyebrows and pleasing eyebrows standing, each with its own merits, white faces, tender and tender like flower bones that could pinch water, almost to make people look dazzling.

They are all sixteen or seventeen years old, and their eyes are pure beauty that has not been contaminated by the dust of the world, and they are beautiful in black and white.

The female emperor sitting at the top, with her arms resting on her chin carelessly, the small beads hanging down from her diadem collided with a crisp sound, and she looked at the young men in the upper head like a flower viewing.

The female emperor's long and beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she glanced at the empty Phoenix position beside her.

Yes, Wenxian did not come.

It's also... How can you be happy to come to such an occasion based on that person's cold and clean temperament?

Fu Yue didn't care, she waved her hand at will, and ordered the **** beside her: "Let's get started."

The voice is sweet, slightly magnetic and hoarse, which makes people almost blush to hear.

The beautiful teenagers at the bottom were heads down one by one. Hearing the lazy and charming voice of the empress from above, they couldn't help but have a lot of reveries in their hearts.

Even the voice is so nice.

Your Majesty should be as graceful as the rumors...

There was a little boy who really couldn't help but raised his head and took a peek at the face of the female emperor above the high position.

That was the son of the Taifu family, Chu Xiange.

That is, Fu Yue and Wen Xian had been in the Imperial Study Room for a long time, and the one that was reluctantly picked out was not bad.

Chu Xiange was originally unwilling to participate in the draft. As the only son of the Taifu family, he was noble and naturally arrogant.