Chapter 30 The Day of Draft

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date="2020-12-12"

title="Chapter 30 The Day of Draft "

weight="109650"

series = ["Blood-Sucking Empress"]

mode = "manual"

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The night before the draft, the palace was already very lively, and Chuxiu Palace was full of men of all colors, red, willow and green, Yingying and Yanyan, a handful of beauties at random, but compared to the liveliness there, many places in the palace were It looks very cold, and this includes the Emperor's Palace Qianlong Palace.

Since Luo Weiqing recovered from his illness, Qianhe Liyou has not visited every night, nor has anyone come to serve him anymore. He just reads and rests in his bedroom every day, and this is the same tonight.

Qianhe Liyou doesn't like the lively environment. There are no attendants in the Qianlong Palace. Only Feng Ying waits outside the door. There are a few guards standing in the distance. It's not like the emperor's palace, but here it is. There is also a special person, the fox demon Feng Xue has been living here as a special Palace attendant.

"the host……"

Qianhe Liyou was reading a book, but felt a tremor in the air, and then heard a very sad "Master". No one here would call her like Feng Xue, and Qianhe Liyou was not surprised that Feng Xue appeared. He didn't even reward him with a look in his eyes, and looked at the book in his hand.

Feng Xue was sad, very sad. He had been in the palace for some time, but the emperor did not pay attention to him. He really asked him to be a cleaning attendant. He didn't even give him a straight eye, and even now, standing by himself Before the emperor, the emperor would treat him as nonexistent...

What did he do wrong, why did he ignore him so much? Is it true that the emperor really hates himself so much? Feng Xue couldn't help asking herself, but couldn't get any answer.

The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time between Qianhe Liyou and Feng Xue, until Feng Xue couldn't help being wronged anymore and knelt on the ground suddenly, "I just want to repay my grace, the grace of dripping water is like a spring, a cultivator I won’t owe other people’s kindness, until I am unworthy, even if I am unworthy of being a slave to you, but I will not leave, even if you ignore me so coldly, I will not leave, I am here to tell you today , Xiaojin has recovered his body, and he wants to stay here to repay his favor. If you like, I will bring him to see you. If you don’t want to, let him stay here as a cleaning servant with me until we think it’s enough. Your kindness!"

If this kind of favor is not repaid, he will never leave. Being a man or a demon is principled, and he wants to come, what he is doing now is not equal to the kindness of his benefactor. In case, if he only does this kind of thing, maybe Two or three hundred years is not enough. He is a demon, and the benefactor is probably not a mortal. They all have time so long!

Monsters are inherently different from human beings. In many cases, their thoughts are very real. They only do what they are willing to do. They are self-willed and sincere.

"There is one thing I want you to do, and your companions can also go together..." Qianhe Liyou finally raised his head and glanced at Feng Xue. There was a hint of comprehension in his eyes. In fact, it was herself. I was a little confused, thinking that the demon nature advocated freedom, but forgot the true nature of the demon nature that he did not want to owe.

"What do you want me to do? I will definitely work hard to fulfill your instructions." Feng Xue raised her head in surprise, her eyes filled with joy that cannot be mistaken. It is a blessing that he can do something for the benefactor.

"The Yuling Pass on the border between Sang Kingdom and Qianhe Dynasty will soon have war. One of my concubine Yuntai Ling is now staying there as a military doctor. I ask you to protect him, and if there is any major change in the war, You can help them when necessary. Are you willing?" She has received several seals every day for the past few days, all of which are related to frontline warfare. Although the war has not yet begun, the preparations for both sides are almost ready. It’s about to start soon. She thinks about it, but she is still a little worried, especially Yuntai Ling. He belongs to her and is one of her responsibilities. She has the obligation to protect his safety, and it happens to be so in the palace. Two idle "people" sent there to deal with some ordinary people can still be reassuring.

"Border check? If this is your request, Feng Xue is willing to go!" Such a task is not a difficult task for him, he will do his best to protect that person...

"Then go, don't let the other party know that you were sent by me." With them, she can rest assured.

"Yes!"

Dismissed Feng Xue, who was extremely happy, Qianhe Liyou had no desire to continue reading, her eyes looked out the window, and she couldn't help thinking of tomorrow's draft. She didn't want to hold it, but the report from Anbu said this. In the second show, there was a spy from Sang Kingdom, and she was the eleventh prince of Sang Kingdom. This allowed her to agree to hold the draft, but she has decided that this is the last draft. After this draft, she will Cancel this convention.

The emperor's draft is the selection of concubines. The selection is extremely strict, with wealth and status, appearance and talent, and innocent age. Before being selected by the emperor, the candidates have gone through many hurdles. There are no ordinary men here, every one of them. They all have their own reliance, as long as they can be selected by the emperor, they will climb to the sky in one step, but some of these people want to climb to the sky, and some don't want it.

Qianhe Liyou was sitting on the dragon chair at this time, looking high at the dozens of men in front of him, secretly comparing their messages in their hearts.

"Emperor, is there someone you like?" Luoyu also attended the draft, sitting beside Qianhe Liyou.

"Call my name..." Qianhe Liyou protested in dissatisfaction with Luoyu's name, and his eyes shifted from those men to Luoyu.

"Liyou... do you have anyone you like these men?" Luoyu softly called out in compromise, and repeated the question just now. There was a hint of helplessness in his cold eyes, which seemed more vivid.

"No." Qianhe Liyou replied truthfully, she didn't have this thought at all, there would be no one who liked it, she had too many people in the harem.

"Isn't there? Which ones the emperor would like to order, I saw a few good ones." He also has a copy of the list of these people, and after comparing them, he already has a few more suitable candidates in his mind.

"Let's talk about it." She was curious about which ones Luoyu thought was good.

"The first row is the first from the left, the second row is the third from the right, the fourth row is the first from the right, and the last row is the fourth from the right. Huang'er... look at these few How is the position?"

Qianhe Liyou compared the people whom Luoyu had pointed out one by one in his heart, and said with some playfulness: "I'm afraid you only see their identity."

The emperor chose the concubine not only for his own preference, but also for balancing the power of the court in many cases. It is like the people named by Luoyu are all sons of the people in the court. The meaning is self-evident.

"Since the emperor didn't like these people, this palace naturally came out according to what I thought. This palace thinks these people are the most suitable. What does Liyou think?" Luoyu was not surprised that Liyou saw it through the first time. My own thoughts, but I had to feel relieved, at least the emperor already knew the identity of these people, and naturally understood the mystery.

"I don't care what their identities are. Today's court no longer needs to use the harem to check and balance. As for this draft..." At this point, Qian He Liyou's eyes swept across the many men kneeling down. Falling on one of them...

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