The emperor admired the mysterious courtesan, so he quietly left the palace and went to visit the flower house with Nangonglou, wanting to see it...
The mysterious oiran was performed by Yaoyao on Jiji's behalf...then it was Yaoyao? Was Yaoyao favored by the emperor?
As soon as he had this realization, cold sweat broke out on Nangonglou's forehead...
This emperor can be Yaoyao's grandfather... The emperor named him and asked him to find a way to get the mysterious courtesan into the palace...
But this mysterious oiran is Yaoyao! Nangonglou’s precious daughter!
There is no doubt that Nangonglou will not bring Yaoyao into the palace to give it to the emperor...
What to do with the mysterious oiran? The emperor has to find the mysterious oiran... It is really difficult to find a strange woman who can compete with their treasure in this world...
"Dad, why are you looking like this?" Yaoyao was confused by Nangong's father's expression!
When Nangong's father knew such violent news, he should have scolded her severely or just complained about it. Yaoyao was so ashamed! Why was she silent now?
Yaoyao is mentally prepared for a struggle! That is, a desperate struggle...
Father Nangong took out a roll of bright yellow stuff from his pocket, put it on the table with some respect, sighed softly and said: "Yaoyao, why are you so naughty? It's really annoying.
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Mother Qiuyue took the roll of cloth and glanced at it casually, her face became solemn, this is an imperial edict...
Ji Tian also found that the situation was not normal, and quickly took a look at the cloth roll, and said angrily to Nangong's father: "Who told you to take the emperor to the flower house when you have nothing to do? You have ruined our family?"
If you suffer misfortune, I will kill you first!"
Yaoyao couldn't help but start to get curious, why does this look like the legendary imperial edict?
So Yaoyao also carefully took it into his hand, glanced at it a few times...and it was blinded!
"Baby daughter, the rich young lady, what do you want your father to do now?" Nangong's father looked at Yaoyao with a headache and asked cautiously,
The edict lay quietly on the table,
Everyone in the room was staring at the roll of cloth eagerly, wishing they could burn a few holes.