Chapter 613 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (32)

An Zixuan sat in front of the dressing table and carefully painted on his makeup.

Looking at the reflection in the bronze mirror, this delicate and fair face is not even half haggard from the life in the palace in the previous life.

Now that he has just recovered from his serious illness, he still has a pitiful feeling of weakness.

An Zixuan raised his hand and touched the face gently, his eyes flashed with a daze, but in an instant, his eyes became firm.

In this life, he will never repeat the ending of his previous life.

After changing his clothes and dressing up brightly, An Zixuan was about to go to Chaoyang Palace, but he was stopped by Fengjian.

An Zixuan was puzzled: "???"

Fengjian gritted his teeth and said: "Master, Your Majesty is busy today, so he probably won't have time to see you..."

An Zixuan frowned. He scolded Fengjian softly and said, "What are you talking about? Your Majesty has many things to do, and when is she free? Why doesn't she have time to see me?"

Kazama continued to explain bravely: "Today, His Majesty will audition at the Wuji Hall..."

The word "draft" gradually faded away.

An Zixuan opened his eyes wide and raised his voice: "What? The draft? How is that possible?"

His steps were a little soft.

The person who was devoted to him in his last life has actually changed in this life?

This was very unacceptable to An Zixuan.

At this time, he was no longer the arrogant and foolish fool he used to be. Naturally, it was impossible for him to rush to Wuji Hall to question the aloof emperor immediately.

An Zixuan has secretly made up his mind.

After the election, go to Chaoyang Palace to find Ji Lan and have a good talk with her.

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Wuji Hall.

The vermilion door is open, and the inside of the hall is magnificent. At a glance, there are carved beams and painted pillars, and the five-clawed golden dragon statue hovering above the hall is full of majesty.

Under the white jade steps.

Standing there were a group of beauties with low eyebrows and beautiful faces, each with his or her own merits. Their pale faces were as tender as a flower bud that could be pinched to make water, which was almost a sight to behold.

They are all sixteen or seventeen years old, and their eyes are pure and beautiful, uncontaminated by the dust and smoke of the world, and they are beautiful in black and white.

The empress sitting at the top rested her chin carelessly with her arms, and the small beads hanging from her crown collided with each other, making a crisp sound. She looked at the young gentlemen below, as if they were admiring flowers.

The empress's narrow and beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She glanced at the empty phoenix seat next to her.

Yes, Wenxian didn't come.

That's right...according to that person's cold and innocent temperament, how could he be happy to come to such an occasion?

Fu Yue didn't care. She waved her hand casually and ordered the eunuch beside her: "Let's get started."

The voice is pleasant, with a slightly magnetic hoarseness that makes people almost blush.

The beautiful young men below all lowered their heads. When they heard the lazy and charming voice of the empress above, they couldn't help but have many daydreams in their hearts.

Even the voice is so nice.

Then His Majesty must be as graceful as the rumors say...

There was a young master who couldn't help but raised his head and took a peek at the face of the empress in the high position.

That was the son of the Taifu family, Chu Xiange.

That is to say, Fu Yue and Wen Xian spent a long time in the imperial study room before reluctantly picking out a pretty good one.

Chu Xiange was originally unwilling to participate in the draft. As the only son of the Taifu family, he had a noble status and was naturally arrogant.