"As expected, like-minded." Xiao Lingyao smiled sweetly, lowered her head and boiled a piece of beef cut like a cicada wing and put it into her mouth. The meat was tender and almost melted into her mouth. This plate of meat was cut by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng won a great victory today. Compared with the first round, today was his home court. When the banquet ended, everyone respectfully sent away Emperor Yuan and Princess Jinhua. The Qin Taifu couldn't help but come to Qin Feng's excitement. Qin Feng bowed and shouted, "Father."

"I did a pretty job, Feng'er made his father very pleased today. There are three rounds of selection. I wonder if Feng'er can fight with all his strength?"

The Qin Taifu did not have any hope at all, but now he has a delusion. There was a rule that the son-in-law was not allowed to serve in the previous dynasty. However, Emperor Yuan favored his daughter and simply abolished this rule. Once he became the son-in-law, he would be the third rank, and the six divisions would choose!

This decision was decided by Emperor Yuan under the pressure of the civil and military officials of the Manchus. It was precisely because of this change that the selection of the prince consort attracted much attention.

Among the six ministries, the Ministry of Personnel is in charge of the appointment and removal of civilians in the court. The Ministry of Revenue is a money bag. The Ministry of Rites is in charge of talents in the world. The Ministry of War holds military power. Among the six ministries, these four ministries are the most popular.

If Qin Feng could become the prince consort, choosing one of these four parts at that time would be like icing on the cake for the Qin family and to the sky!

"My son must do his best, but the father also knows that his son has been weak since childhood and his good things are all odds. Now he has only two rounds of selection and three rounds. The son only dares to say that he is doing his best and dares not call himself great." Qin Feng cursed inwardly.

This was not the case with my cheap father before, but to use him as Qin Yun’s stepping stone!

The Qin Taifu laughed a few times, patted his shoulder and took Qin Yun out of the palace. Feng Bao knew Qin Feng's situation best and was immediately unfair.

"The master's skill in favor of one and the other has become more and more diligent." Feng Bao muttered: "I didn't treat the young master like this in the past."

Qin Feng stuttered: "You guy has also improved your words."

Feng Bao's face turned slightly red. The young master taught him to write in private and learned a lot of words, and favoring one and the other were one of them.

He used it without thinking about it just now.

The candidates for the prince consort talked with their families and watched their families leave the palace. They were finally relieved. Only Zhao Lun had no family members, and seemed particularly lonely among them. He stood quietly aside, with no fluctuations in his eyes.

However, when Qin Feng turned around, he saw a hint of anger in his eyes. It was strange that since he was an orphan, he should have envy and sadness when he saw other relatives meet. He was so angry.

Zhao Lun just looked up and met his eyes, but his eyes were still unhappy. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Zhao Lun also quickly followed, without saying a word, his figure was as pineapped as he was neither far nor close to them.

Feng Bao only felt a sense of deterrence and whispered: "Young Master, I always feel that this Yun Hui Envoy is going to chop us with a knife."

Qin Feng disagreed: "Why do you think this is a place? The inner courtyard of the palace, and a palace maid may not be a big deal, but I am a candidate for the prince consort. Who dares to take our lives? This Lord Zhao is just a little more majestic, why are you panic?"

Zhao Lun is a seventh-grade master. His ears trembled, and he put the conversation between the master and servant into his ears. He groaned and brushed his sleeves over them.

This Yun Hui has a strange temper, and is also an orphan. Qin Feng has a psychological counseling department in a hospital where he works in modern times.

The doctors in that department received all the patients who had suffered psychological trauma in childhood and were not cared for by anyone. Unfortunately, although I was a general practitioner, I had never studied psychology. Otherwise, I would have looked at the psychological problems for this Lord Zhao, so that he would not be able to get along with him every day.

Besides, the six people returned to the courtyard one after another. Bai Lianzhou Rushuang beat eggplant and was completely depressed. At night, he saw the roasted beef on the table. His face was pale. He shouted that he was unwell after taking a few bites and retreated in shame.

"Hahaha, a calf stumped the Grand Secretary. If I hadn't recited poems and wrote articles in this next level, I would have felt sad for Lord Bai." Guo Shitong casually picked up the wine pot and filled it with him: "What do you think the next level is?"

Qin Feng reviewed the five paintings in his mind. He ate the wine glass in his hand. The next level is afraid it is really related to poetry. The first two rounds are related to martial arts. From a probability perspective, it is time to use literature, and the most difficult one is the last two levels!

His fingers tightened slightly and said, "Today, the hands of slaughtering cattle and cutting flesh are sore. The next level is not enough to hurt the muscles and bones."

"Tsk, Mr. Qin was slaughtering cattle today, and he was very relaxed and comfortable. Now, if you say something hurts your muscles, just pretend for me. I think you are very capable." The more Guo Shitong thought about it, the more he became, the more wrong it was: "Are you kid..."

Qin Feng blinked at him, thinking that Guo Shitong should have wanted to say that he pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and this dynasty did not have this term.

Guo Shitong searched in his mind, but he didn't expect the right words. He could only wave his hand and give up, touched Qin Feng a glass, and drank the fine wine that only existed in the palace!

Zuo Pingdao ate a few bites of the dish in a quiet voice, and suddenly said, "I have seen Your Highness these two times, and I know what I said is true."

Zuo Pingdao thought about Xiao Lingyao whom he saw in the daytime, and his uncontrollable desire rose. If he could become the prince consort and pull the golden branches and jade leaves to flirt with each other between the couch, how happy it would be!

He had long heard of Princess Jinhua's beauty and never agreed to it. Who dares to say ugly words to the daughter of the current emperor? It is probably to curry favor with Princess Jinhua to be praised by Princess Jinhua in heaven and without underground.

Unexpectedly, Princess Jinhua, who lives in the palace, is really a peerless beauty. She has two appearances, two styles, sometimes with the shyness of her unmarried daughter, and a natural heroic posture, especially her eyes, which are filled with charm under the wavy waves.

The more Zuo Pingdao thought about it, the more he wanted to hold the position of the prince-consort in his palm!

He endured this day and used alcohol to speak his psychological words. He understood his thoughts with a simple saying.

Qin Feng thought to himself that from ancient times to the present, all the word "Se" has been a knife on the head. Xiao Lingyao first made Zhao Lun unable to extricate himself, and then made Zuo Pingdao imaginative about her. It was indeed a disaster for beauty.

"Your Highness's golden branches and jade leaves, how can you argue in a nonsense!" Zhao Lun suddenly stood up, his eyes red: "This is very disrespectful!"

Zuo Pingdao and Zhao Lun had already formed grievances, and this time they confronted each other again. They had the experience of being worn by "green leaves" last time. Zuo Pingdao thought that Zhao Lun would not dare to really hurt him, otherwise he would be out of control if he had a fuss to the emperor.

He raised his wine glass and said, "I am talking about sincere words below. How can I talk about His Highness the Princess in a word? Isn't Lord Zhao deeply rooted in love and dislike us, and I wish I could pull it out one by one and then get it right away?"

Tsk, he is worthy of being the Minister of Dali Temple. He walked around everyone in one sentence. It was obvious that he and Zhao Lun were not in the way, but now he pulled them to his camp to isolate Zhao Lun. The information from Hongyulou showed that Zuo Pingdao was Gui Jianchou, and he was indeed cunning.
Chapter completed!