ALL NOVEL Chapter 63
Chapter 63: Uncle, Want To Hug (17)
Feng Qian blinked: “Give marriage?”
Who does this dog prime minister take a fancy to?
Situ Yan’s eyes fell lightly on Feng Jue: “The king of Zhenbei is really a hero of my dynasty. Now the king of Zhenbei has passed the age of being weak, but he has not yet married.”
Feng Jue’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold gaze fell on the other side.
Situ Yan chuckled lightly and continued, “There is a young girl under Wei Chen’s house. She is twenty-eight years old. She is proficient in all things piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she looks like a city.”
He looked at Feng Jue: “Shemei and Zhenbei Wanglang are talented and beautiful, and they are a match made in heaven. I also ask Your Majesty to give them a marriage.”
Feng Qian: “!”
Dig… Dig the Wall!
This dog prime minister actually dared to break the idea!
The little emperor’s round eyes widened.
Somewhat angry.
Feng Jue refused decisively, “Your Majesty, I have no intention of marrying a wife.”
Feng Qian looked at Feng Jue and nodded.
Um.
Very good.
The pieces are mine!
No one is allowed to steal!
Situ Yan hooked his lips: “It’s okay not to give marriage first. Your Majesty can let her sister go to Zhenbei Wangfu to live for a while, so as to cultivate more feelings.”
Feng Jue’s indifferent face: “No need.”
“Since the uncle is unwilling, the Prime Minister should not force it. If the younger sister is to marry in a hurry, I can bring her into the harem.”
As soon as the little emperor said these words, not only the Prime Minister Situ Yan was stunned, but even Feng Jue, who had always been cold and desireless, was also stunned.
“Your Majesty wants Sister Nashe to enter the palace?” Situ Yan narrowed his eyes.
This little emperor, he is getting more and more incomprehensible.
Feng Qian raised his eyebrows: “The Prime Minister doesn’t want to?”
Situ Yan smiled and said, “It’s a blessing for Shimei to be able to get into His Majesty’s eyes. How could this minister be reluctant?”
Feng Qian blinked.
“Then choose a day to enter the palace.”
Hearing this, Situ Yan’s face changed slightly, is this little emperor really here?
The beautiful words have already been said, but in front of so many ministers, it is too late for him to take it back.
However, it is not impossible to marry Yan’er to the little emperor.
Situ Yan spoke after careful consideration.
“I will discuss the matter of entering the palace with my sister-in-law when I go back early in the morning.”
The little emperor nodded.
There was no one to remonstrate later, and the little emperor announced his withdrawal from the dynasty.
Feng Qian went to the imperial study room to review the memorial.
There are not many memorials that need her approval, they are all trivial matters.
Since the original owner earlier agreed to let Situ Yan approve the memorials, most of the important memorials were not sent to the imperial study, but were handed over to the prime minister for approval.
Although Feng Qian does not want to criticize these boring memorials.
But for the mission, she endured it!
soon.
Prime Minister Situ Yan sent a portrait of his sister Situ Yan.
Eunuch Su presented the portrait on the table.
The little emperor blinked curiously, raised Bai Nen’s little hand and slowly unfolded the painting.
The woman in the painting has dark eyebrows, and she is a beautiful woman.
Eunuch Su flattered: “Does your majesty still like it?”
Feng Qian glanced at him, and his eyes fell on the portrait again.
“She’s a beauty.”
Eunuch Su raised his eyebrows and smiled: “Your Majesty likes it.”
“By the way, Your Majesty, the King of Zhenbei asks to see you.”
Feng Qian was stunned.
Fragments come to her?
“Let the uncle come in.”
After a while, Feng Jue, dressed in a cold official uniform, approached the little emperor.
The aura around him was icy cold, making people feel unreasonably cold.
Feng Jue’s cold eyes landed casually on the portrait in front of the little emperor.
He squinted his phoenix eyes: “Does your Majesty really plan to let sister Situ Yan enter the palace?”
“Yes.” The little emperor presented the portrait in front of him, raised his head and asked, “Is it beautiful?”
Feng Jue met the clear gaze of the little emperor.
The heart tightens uncontrollably.
Feng Jue lowered her eyes.
what happened to him?
Why do I feel… wronged when I hear the other person say something like this, and a feeling of being… abandoned?