The chamberlain cried silently in her heart. Lying is indeed a technical job. Lying to the princess is not only a technical job, but also a physical job.
The girl held her chin up and looked up at the blue sky speechlessly - for the fourth time this month, her cousin, who had a brain twitch for nothing, "fell into a coma". Based on this frequency, it was simply like an aunt who only came to visit once a month.
So weak!
"Princess, you go and have a look." Although the servant felt guilty, he had to persuade Lan Jieyu vigorously.
It seems that she has no choice but to go. If she doesn't go, her cousin will keep urging her until she loses interest in eating, sleeping and looking at beautiful men.
With a sigh, Lan Jieyu stood up, brushed off the fallen golden flowers on his body, and turned to walk towards the emperor's palace.
As soon as I walked to the door, I saw the imperial doctor kneeling, as if he had seen a savior, and he almost came over to hold her thigh and cry.
"See you, princess. Princess, you are finally here!" t_t
"How is Brother Huang?" Lan Jieyu walked inside and asked casually.
"Your Majesty is slightly ailing, because he is too anxious, uh... well, he has been working hard day and night, so, so..."
In the end, even the imperial doctor was embarrassed to continue talking.
Lan Jieyu rolled her eyes. Since she was granted the title of concubine, the political power has fallen by the wayside, which has always made Chunyu Yi feel a little bit tired.
He still works day and night - ah, the imperial brother who doesn't even flirt with women has nothing to do with this word, whether it is a correct interpretation or a misinterpretation.
Entering the bedroom, Lan Jieyu rolled her eyes again.
Can you please act like it? Who is a comatose and seriously ill person with a rosy face and a radiant face on the dragon bed... Look at the picture of Chun Gong!
Lan Jieyu raised his eyebrows and said in a moderate voice: "Brother Emperor, are you looking for me?"
"Oh, what a solution!"
Chun Yuyi, who was obviously slightly ill but could jump higher than anyone else, jumped out of bed, raised a stack of albums in his hand that seemed to be "Spring, Palace, Pictures", and waved fiercely at Lan Jieyu.
"Come here and take a look. These are the choices for the royal wife that I have prepared for you. Look, this... there is one from Shuoyue, one from Loulan, one from Uighur, one from Dongyang, and -"
"Stop!" He shouted decisively, and Lan Jieyu gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Emperor, I am not here to see the emperor's wife choose."
"Then what are you looking at?" Chunyu Yi blinked.
"Look at you dying!"
After leaving four words, Lan Jieyu turned around and left. This was the trick that the emperor had tried many times. As long as he could see her, the topic would always be the emperor's wife, the emperor's wife, the emperor's wife!
Death...
The corners of Chun Yuyi's lips twitched, and she quickly pulled back Lan Jieyu, who was already halfway away.
Looking at the beautiful, sweet and smart little cousin, she burst into tears immediately, "Jieyu, the emperor's aunt has passed away. I am your only relative in this world. I must make the decision for your life-long affairs. Don't worry."
, Even if the world is turned upside down, I will get you a royal husband!"
"Before that." Lan Jieyu smiled and showed her eight teeth, "Should Brother Huang be concerned about the war on the front line?"
"Now that the world is at peace and the people live and work in peace and contentment, Shuo Yue has formed an alliance with Tian Che to recover the Uighurs. How can there be any war?" Chunyu Yi waved his hand and said completely nonchalantly.
"Brother Emperor, how long has it been since you went to court and read the memorial?" Lan Jieyu asked softly and gently.
Chunyu Yi thought for a while, "Well, one month? Two months? Maybe three months..."