The Empress’s Gigolo

Said the steward of Yan Shi, Ren Baqian immediately understood.

Professional, Emperor. Strength, seventh in the world. Wealth: Sitting on a whole country. Appearance: The skin is beautiful and beautiful. Wherever such a character is placed, it is Bai Fumei in the proper Bai Fumei.

Someone's idea of ​​hitting the empress is too normal.

Therefore, every time the emperor celebrates her birthday, there are many grandchildren, or interested people, rushing to Dayao from the other three countries, one by one, like the estrus animals, they want the emperor's favor.

Because only then can they reach the Empress.

Li Renbaqian also understands why the emperor would let herself assist the reception. After all, these people came as gifts. They could not let them go to the guesthouse by themselves. They should also arrange their meanings on their faces.

However, although these people are here to give gifts, some of them must be annoying to His Majesty, and it is no longer a day or two to want to confuse them. She didn't say much about this for some reason, so she skipped a word.

But the meaning is clear. You can't lose Da Yao's face anyway.

These words are more particular. What counts as a loss of face?

If the guys of the ancients did this, it is estimated that people would tell you poetry, songs and fu, would you discuss fists with others? People talk to you about Fengyue. Whose legs are thicker than others?

After all, I still celebrated His Majesty's birthday, and I couldn't get all the nose and face swollen.

As a result, he was arrested as a “talent” who suddenly appeared in front of the female emperor, regardless of his standard.

这样 Anyway, this is the case every year, it is estimated that no matter how bad he is, he will not be worse than in previous years. So just kick yourself on the countertop.

I think the people who may come are estimated to be the elite among young people from all countries. It is impossible to come without confidence. The empress asked herself to suppress these people?

Bian Renbaqian thought it would be good if he could not be suppressed by them.

If they can't make themselves, they will become the props to show their grace, stepping stones.

Ren Baqian felt that he was not good.

When I thought of the empress, Ren Baqian felt that if she really became a stepping stone, I'm afraid the emperor would have to make herself a stepping stone in her life and dig directly into the pit.

Think of the consequences ...

"His uncle, I fight with them." Ren Baqian looked murderous.

"Spell what?" Shi Guanshi looked up blankly.

"When is His Majesty's birthday?" Ren Baqin asked.

"One month left, probably?" Shi Guanshi was not sure. "How did Your Majesty tell you this today?"

"Your Majesty asked me to accompany the reception." Ren Baqian resentfully grumbled.

"Haha, then receive 呗, anyway, someone will arrange the accommodation." Shi Guanshi did not care.

His Majesty "Your Majesty also said that you can't lose Da Yao's face." Ren Baqian continued to grumble.

"It's not easy? If you are dissatisfied, slap him, whoever sees you is not pleasing to the eye, slap him. Whoever sees you is not pleasing to the eye, slap him. Just wait until they don't speak." Shi Guanshi laughed.

The sigh of Qiu Renqian Youyou is indeed the style of the ancients.

Don't say, I'm afraid that I really need to bring two thugs. This world is not only the ancients can fight, if that dragon Wanli that day did not challenge the female emperor, it is estimated that two steps can be taken sideways.

Xi Renba Qian and Shi Guanshi greeted him and went back to the room. The two little guys hugged Zhengxiang who was sleeping together at the door.

不用 I do n’t need to say anything about the family this time, anyway, no matter how good it is, it is definitely not good.

According to personal standards, it can be divided into those who use force, those who use literary talent, those who have eloquence, and those who look good.

Those who are superior in force do not seem to be able to do anything. Anyway, no matter how powerful it is, there are six more powerful than her. It is estimated that these people will not come. After all, are you a master? You have to hold your identity, and you can't even think of an old cow eating tender grass?

As for those who have been literary, Her Majesty specifically mentioned the poetry and song Fu before the point of view, the meaning of the Empress's words should be to suppress them.

Wu Dayao couldn't find a few cultural people. This group of people came over once a year to show off their cultural talents. The female emperor was already very annoyed.

I wanted to be a master's and doctor who had nothing to do every day to talk to myself about his professional field. He would never have the admiration like a torrent of rivers in his heart, but want to paste his face on the soles.

I guess this feeling is in the empress' heart.

How did you say that? The prince is anxious, the humiliated prince died. Although she is a 21st-century socialist successor, her boss is now the empress, and the emperor wants to paste their faces with the soles of the shoes, and she is the number one pioneer.

I want to understand, although Ren Baqian has a little bit of heart.

Although the person you are facing may be the elite of various families in other countries, but you are also a college graduate, it is not as good as the elite of several feudal society.

Well, there is still some time. The next time I go back, I will take back 300 Tang poems and 300 Song poems. I will not believe that the wisdom of the ancients will be a few family elites. Although they can make their eyes dazzle more than they do with mathematics, the final result is probably to talk with the ducks, which is of little significance.

Ren Baqian came to Qingxin Hall the next day, and when he saw Lin Qiaole, he looked resentful, thinking that next time he would give her shit-flavored chocolate or chocolate-flavored shit.

"What do you think of me like this?" Lin Qiaole saw a bit unnatural look like Ren Baqian's grievance.

Bian Renbaqian thought about it, but still didn't say anything. After all, a big man can't compete with a little girl, and it feels as big as a pinhole.

Although my eyes are really small.

I decided, it's chocolate shit.

The other party is not a fool, the **** chocolate should not be eaten.

"Go on." Ren Baqian pulled the stool and sat directly opposite her. Lin Qiaole was relieved to see that he didn't say anything. He was just a little nervous. Although I think it feels inexplicable.

I learned dozens of words again in the afternoon. At the end, I reviewed yesterday's one by the way. Seeing that I hadn't forgotten, Ren Baqian was satisfied for a while.

As usual, I went to the palace to tell the story, and at the same time I sent a pack of big white rabbit toffee, which made the empress quite satisfied. I felt that Ren Baqian was still very interested, and it became more pleasing to her.

Wu Chaotang's gang of five big and three rough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If they let their leaders fight, there is no problem, but it is difficult for them to know and know.

With the birth of Nezha, the decimation of his father, the incarnation of a lotus, the descendants of Jiang Ziya, and the burning of the pipa essence, the story becomes more exciting.

Even the Emperor rarely said anything to interrupt, but focused on listening to the story there, and from time to time put a big white rabbit toffee in her mouth.

One person said, three people listened, the fire in the palace was sometimes blown by the wind.

Yan Renbaqian suddenly felt that this atmosphere was a bit suitable for telling ghost stories.

But think about the fighting power of the Empress Emperor Ren Qianqian, I thought I had forgotten this idea earlier.

If other women are afraid of listening to ghost stories, they may become a birdie. If the emperor is not afraid of listening to ghost stories, it is okay if she is afraid of throwing a slap over next year and it is her own death day.

故事 The story of Fengshenbang that night was told later than usual. The female emperor did not speak, and Ren Baqian continued to tell that Boyi was admitted to the prison as a result of the tributary tribute.

The next morning Ren Qianqian took the gourd and iron knife to go around. After returning tonight, it was Chen Qing's engagement day, to see if there was anything good to buy back as a gift.

Although I knew that Dayao was short of supplies, I found out after turning around a few shops in Jingyang Street that it was far more scarce than I thought.

Most of the things in the shop are polished rice noodles, wine, salt, and fabrics, and they are not cheap.

There are also several shops selling bright cloths, satin or fine porcelain, and the price can let any eight thousand blood spurt.

八 Ren Baqian originally thought about picking a gift for Chen Qing, but he didn't find anything suitable for a long time.

Finally, it's almost time to look at it, so I had no choice but to go back.