Nangong Baiye frowned. She wanted to rush over and shake Eunuch Sun's shoulders and ask, did he want to punish His Highness the Seventh Prince or himself?
Her senior brother just couldn't find a suitable occasion to punish her severely. It would be better for him to suggest that she escort him to some sort of solitary confinement!
Isn't this clearly directed towards His Highness?
etc.
She didn't need to think so much. The emperor wouldn't agree to it anyway. He always disliked her. How could she let herself be alone with his son?
Oh, impossible!
"Go." The emperor ordered coldly.
Nangong Baiye's heart tightened, damn!
The emperor had obviously seen the opportunity and was here to retaliate against her!
She usually warned her so hard, but when her son wanted to beat her, he didn't let her stay away from that person!
"Nangong Baiye, you haven't accepted the order yet!" Eunuch Sun looked at His Highness the Seventh Prince's slightly warmer face, and his words became louder.
Nangong Baiye was not stupid enough to resist the order in public, so he said without a smile: "Bai Ye obeys the order."
Qu Luo's eyes lit up and he wanted to go watch the show with them...
Beiming Liancheng glanced at him coldly.
Qu Luo immediately stopped and smiled evilly, he had better not go, it was too dangerous...
"Here comes." The emperor continued, his eyes calmed down a lot: "Put Qu Luo back to the Qu family, and learn good manners."
"Ah?" The always elegant Mr. Qu was carried out by the eunuchs on all fours.
The ministers were so nervous that they did not dare to speak. They all lowered their heads and had a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads.
The emperor smiled: "My dear friends, you have really raised a group of good daughters..."
This was definitely not a compliment! The ministers swallowed hard.
The emperor tapped his fingers on the table, again and again: "This year's selection of concubines, let's do it this way. My dear friends may have any objections."
They didn't dare to have objections. They all lowered their heads and shouted: "The emperor is the master!"
Is His Highness the Seventh Prince choosing a concubine? He is obviously helping the Emperor to establish his holy authority. After being beaten with a stick, they all withered.
Even Nangong Yuan had to curb his arrogance...
The ministers looked towards where Mrs. Su was standing, with meaningful lights in their eyes.
The emperor stood up, waved his hand to the ministers to retreat, and then said coldly to Eunuch Sun: "Keep an eye on the ancestral hall for me, and don't let those two people have any close contact."
"Yes..." Eunuch Sun replied, but in his heart, this seemed to be an impossible task, so he could only say weakly: "Your Majesty, if His Highness the Seventh Prince really likes it, you..."
The emperor's eyes immediately turned cold, and he sighed again: "With his status, he is destined to find a noble lady, and this is the royal family."
"It's the old slave who talks too much." Eunuch Sun regretted his eyes. He actually liked the third lady who could both retreat and advance, but... that person was a woman with a son after all, hey!
…
"Sneeze!" Nangong Baiye, who was walking around the imperial garden with everyone from Beiming Liancheng, sneezed heavily.
I feel a little weak.
She thought that she could delay it as long as she could. Anyway, in front of so many people, her senior brother, who paid attention to aesthetics, would not hit a woman.
Um!
Let's take a walk around again.
Let her think of another solution.
"Bai, Miss Bai Ye..." A young eunuch couldn't bear it any longer and whispered, "We have already turned around nine times."
Did she spin around for as long as nine times?
Nangong Baiye replied: "What's the hurry? Just make up for ten rounds."
Little eunuch:......
Beiming Liancheng had an evil face, and his ascetic windbreaker was blown by the wind: "Junior sister, have you ever heard that dying early is a blessing?"
Nangong Baiye paused, then tentatively slowed down and walked side by side with him: "I can explain what happened today." She really didn't mean to ruin his concubine selection ceremony, not to mention he didn't look much like that.
I want to choose a concubine.
"No need." Beiming Liancheng didn't even raise his eyelids. He had already learned from someone's explanation last time.
Nangong Baiye reached out to take his hand, but when she thought that he had a mysophobia and didn't like others to touch him, she stopped... halfway through, he held it tightly.
Are you preparing to take care of her?
"No more." Beiming Liancheng looked down at her, then turned to order a few young eunuchs, with an irresistible elegance in his cold voice: "Take us to the ancestral hall."
"Yes, yes!" the eunuchs shouted and changed directions.
Nangong Baiye sighed: I really want to take care of her...
No, she is the one escorting her. What right does he, the one being escorted, have to give orders?
Nangong Baiye looked fiercely into Beiming Liancheng's eyes. As soon as he met those deep eyes, the raised hand gently patted his long sleeve: "There is snow."
Well...she felt that when she couldn't defeat someone, she had to use other means.
Beiming Liancheng withdrew his eyes from her coldly, held her with his big hand, and walked forward calmly.
He wore gloves, but she had real hands.
Such strange friction rubs across the fingers, feeling cool...
Soon.
The two of them walked to the legendary ancestral hall, and the smell of sandalwood was everywhere.
Beiming Liancheng raised his handsome chin and ordered the eunuch behind him without looking back: "Everyone, please step back."
"Yes, yes!" The eunuchs, you pulled me and I pulled you, walking backwards.
Nangong Baiye was not that cowardly. She walked with a straight face, but as soon as she stepped out of those long legs, someone grabbed her by the collar from behind.
It’s still that deep metallic tone: “Lock the door.”
"yes!"
Snap...
The sound of the door locking.
The sound echoed in the ancestral hall with only two people, making the air freeze.
Beiming Liancheng let her go, bit off the black gloves on his hands with his teeth, threw them casually towards the table, and looked at her.
At this moment, Nangong Baiye was no longer afraid. He sat down on the empty chair, put one hand on the back of the chair, and looked up at the man. His black hair was soft and stuck behind his ears, looking lazy.
Beiming Liancheng walked over and opened the collar of his coat with one hand. Even when taking off his coat, he had to pay attention to etiquette. He unbuttoned a button with his index finger first, his back straight, and his every move was full of aristocratic temperament.
Khan, are all ancient royal families like this? People will feel very vulgar after seeing it?
But his demeanor seems a bit like a European gentleman.
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes. Could it be that he had received Western education?
Colorful pictures flashed through my mind, but I still couldn't figure out who this man was...
etc!
She forgot the most important question.
Why is he taking off his clothes?!
Nangong Baiye stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, but he smiled coquettishly: "You have a good figure."
He stood in front of her, holding her chin with his fingers, leaning forward slightly, and curled his lips coldly...
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