Chapter 918 The Flower Married Beloved (14)

   With clear eyebrows and clear eyes, he is an upright and honest emperor.

  The emperor strode up, without even saying a word, and looked at Jiang Yu first.

  The emperor's tone was calm, with doting on his sister, "Ayu came earlier than me today."

   Before Jiang Yu had time to speak, she was grabbed by Rufei, who had spoken before.

   "Just now, the concubine also said that the eldest princess has been looking really good recently."

  The emperor saw Ru Fei jumping out to interject, his eyes flashed with concern, and the smile on his face also dissipated by two points.

   But when he turned to look at Jiang Yu, the smile on his face appeared again.

   The smile on Ru Fei's face was almost unbearable.

What does this mean?

   It’s fine for the eldest princess to ignore people just now, but now the emperor ignores her!

   Back then, the emperor said she was his Jie Yuhua!

   Oh, men are so changeable!

  The emperor looked at Jiang Yu carefully and nodded, "Ayu's complexion has really improved a lot recently."

   Jiang Yu glanced at the emperor with a light expression, "I have eaten well recently."

  The emperor was a little surprised that Jiang Yu would say this, but seeing that Jiang Yu's whole person has become different now, he has become a bit stronger, and he feels a lot more happy.

   Looking at the minister under his eyes, the emperor leaned slightly and whispered to Jiang Yu, who was next to him, "Ayu, I have shown you a candidate for a husband."

   Jiang Yu: "...???"

   Jiang Yu put the wine glass back in its place, "Who?"

The emperor    saw that Jiang Yu seemed to be interested, smiled, thinking about somewhere on the seat on the right, "That's the one, what do you think?"

   Jiang Yu looked in the direction of the emperor's finger.

   There was a man in a blue robe sitting there, with a cold temperament and a good appearance.

  Jiang Yu touched his chest without a trace, it hurt me to death.

   Isn't this the scumbag who killed the original owner in his previous life?

   Jiang Yu rubbed his fingertips on the table and looked at the emperor who looked at him expectantly, "Who is he?"

  The emperor pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "This is the champion of this year's autumn season, Ling Shu."

   "How's it going? Is it a splendid one? I think I can be your husband."

   Jiang Yu pursed his lower lip and refused, "I don't think so."

  The emperor raised his eyebrows, "Why not?"

  Jiang Yu thought about it in his mind, thinking of a clip he saw yesterday, "I was studying the face of a person recently, and I happened to find that he is the face of a wife."

  […] The host is really cruel.

  The emperor restrained his smile, his tone was unpredictable, "Is what Ayu said true?"

   Jiang Yu nodded solemnly, "Really."

  The emperor sighed, feeling a little regretful, "I also saw that he was doing well in the palace exam, so I wanted to match the two of you together. After all, Ayu, you are not too young."

   Sixteen-year-old Jiang Yu: "..."

   "If I come across something I like, I will tell the emperor."

  The emperor slapped his thigh, "That's fine, I will definitely give you marriages at that time."

   Jiang Yu tugged his sleeves and nodded.

   When you find Dabai, get married.

Next to   , Xiuying had already peeled a small plate of nuts and placed them in front of Jiang Yu.

  Jiang Yu saw that the emperor turned his head to talk to Concubine Wu, the back that was originally straight slackened, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

   Suddenly thought of something, Jiang Yu raised his eyes and looked under the seat.

  The ministers who thought that the eldest princess would choose a son-in-law secretly noticed the direction of Jiang Yu's gaze.

   After all, marrying an eldest princess is enough to save their family from struggling for decades.

   Then, they saw that the eldest princess' eyes stopped somewhere in the middle of the seat on the right.

   Jiang Yu looked at the man in white who was sitting alone tasting wine, and clasped his fingers on the hand under the table.

   Good evening~

  

  

   (end of this chapter)