"As expected, we are like-minded." Xiao Lingyao smiled brightly, lowered her head and boiled a piece of beef cut like cicada wings before putting it into her mouth. The meat was so tender that it almost melted in her mouth. This plate of meat was exactly what Qin Feng cut.

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Qin Feng won a great victory today. Compared with the first round, today was completely his home court. When the banquet was over and everyone respectfully bid farewell to Emperor Yuan and Princess Jinhua, Taifu Qin could not restrain his excitement and came to Qin Feng.

The wind bowed and called: "Father."

"Well done, Feng'er made my father very happy today. There are still three rounds of selection. I wonder if Feng'er can compete with all his strength?"

The Qin Taifu originally had no hope, but now he has had delusions. In previous dynasties, there was a rule that the prince-in-law was not allowed to serve as an official, but Emperor Yuan doted on his daughter and simply abolished this rule. Once he became a prince-in-law, he would be directly ranked in the third rank, and he could be selected from the six departments.

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This decision was made by Emperor Yuan against the pressure from the civil and military officials. It was precisely because of this change that the selection of the prince-in-law attracted much attention.

Among the six ministries, the Ministry of Personnel is in charge of the appointment and dismissal of civil servants in the DPRK, the Ministry of Husbandry is the money bag, the Ministry of Rites is in charge of the world's talents, and the Ministry of War holds military power. Among the six ministries, these four are the most popular.

If Qin Feng can become the consort, choosing one of these four will be the icing on the cake for the Qin family, and he will become a great person!

"The son must try his best, but the father also knows that the son has been weak since he was a child, and the things he is good at are all partial. Now there are only two rounds of selection, and there are still three rounds. The son can only say that he will try his best, and he dare not boast of being too big."

Qin Feng secretly cursed the old man.

My cheap dad didn't think like this before, he wanted to use him as a stepping stone for Qin Yun!

Qin Taifu laughed a few times, patted his shoulder and took Qin Yun out of the palace. Feng Bao knew Qin Feng's fate best, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

"Your Excellency, you have become more and more diligent in favoring one over the other." Feng Bao muttered, "That was not how I treated the young master back then."

Qin Feng clicked his tongue and said, "You've also improved your vocabulary."

Feng Bao's face turned red. The young master taught him how to write in private, and he also learned many words, one of which was to favor one thing over another.

He just used it without even thinking about it.

The candidates for the Prince Consort had a conversation with their families and watched their families leave the palace, finally feeling relieved. Only Zhao Lun, who had no family members, seemed particularly lonely among them. He stood quietly to the side with seemingly no fluctuations in his eyes.

When Qin Feng turned around, he saw a look of anger in his eyes. It was strange. Since he was an orphan, he should be envious and sad when he saw other people's relatives meet, but he was furious.

Zhao Lun just raised his head to meet his eyes, his eyes were still unhappy, tsk tsk, tsk tsk, it's so sour, the air is full of the smell of old vinegar, Qin Feng smiled disapprovingly, and took Feng Baoxian back to the courtyard where he lived.

Zhao Lun also followed quickly, without saying a word, and his posture was like a pine tree, not far or close to them.

Feng Bao only felt an intimidating force and whispered: "Sir, I always feel that this Lord Yunhui is going to chop us with a knife."

Qin Feng disagreed: "Where do you think this is? In the inner courtyard of the palace, a dead eunuch and a palace maid may be nothing, but I am a candidate for the prince-in-law. Who dares to kill us? This Lord Zhao is just a little more majestic. Why are you panicking?"

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Zhao Lun was a seventh-level master. With his ears twitching, he caught the conversation between the master and the servant. He groaned and waved his sleeves and walked past them.

This Yunhui envoy has a weird temper and is also an orphan. Qin Feng has a psychological consultation department in the hospital where he works in modern times.

The patients treated by the doctors in that department were all caused by psychological trauma in childhood and no one cared for them. It was a pity that although he was a general practitioner, he had never studied psychology. Otherwise, he would have looked at the psychological problems of Mr. Zhao to save him.

I have trouble with myself every day.

Besides, the six people returned to the courtyard one after another. Bai Lianzhou's eggplants, which had been whipped like frost, were all wilted. When he saw the roasted beef on the table at night, his face turned pale. After taking a few bites, he complained of feeling unwell and left dejectedly.

Already.

"Hahaha, a calf stumped the great bachelor. If this was not the next stage of reciting poems and writing articles, I would feel sad for Lord Bai." Guo Shitong carelessly picked up the wine bottle and filled it for himself: "What do you think the next step is?

What is Guan?”

Qin Feng reviewed the five paintings in his mind. He paused with the wine glass in his hand. The next level was probably related to poetry. The first two rounds were all related to martial arts. Judging from the probability, it was time to turn to literature.

The hardest part is the last two levels!

He tightened his fingers slightly and said: "My hands are sore from slaughtering cattle today, so don't strain your muscles and bones for the next level."

"Tsk, Mr. Qin's second master slaughtered the cow today with four ounces and a thousand pounds. He was very relaxed and comfortable. Now if you say it's hard on your muscles and bones, just pretend it's for me. I think your ability is not small." The more Guo Shitong thought about it, the more something was wrong: "You

Could it be that kid..."

Qin Feng blinked and looked at him, thinking that Guo Shitong probably wanted to say that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. There was no such word in this dynasty.

Guo Shitong searched around in his mind, but couldn't think of the right words. He could only wave his hands and give up. He clinked glasses with Qin Feng and drank up the fine wine that was only available in the palace!

Zuo Pingdao took a few mouthfuls of food in silence and suddenly said: "Only when I meet His Highness twice can I know that what I said is true."

Zuo Pingdao thought about the Xiao Lingyao he had seen during the day, and his uncontrollable desire rose up. If he could become the consort, dragging this golden branch and jade leaf around the couch, how happy it would be!

He had long heard that Princess Jinhua was stunningly beautiful, but he had never commented whether it was true or not. Who would dare to say something ugly about the daughter of the Holy Sage? It was probably because he was trying to curry favor with the Holy Sage, so he praised Princess Jinhua to the highest standards in heaven and earth.

I never thought that Princess Jinhua, who lives deep in the palace, is really a peerless beauty. She appeared twice, with two styles. Sometimes she has the shyness of a daughter who has not left the palace, but she also has a natural heroic appearance, especially those eyes, with ripples of light flowing down,

Various styles.

The more Zuo Pingdao thought about it, the more he wanted to hold the position of Prince Consort in his hands!

He endured this for a whole day and spoke out his inner thoughts under the influence of alcohol. With a simple sentence that was true, everyone understood what he was thinking.

Qin Feng secretly said that through the ages, sex has always been a knife in the head. This Xiao Lingyao first made Zhao Lun unable to extricate himself, and then made Zuo Pingdao have wild thoughts about her. Beauty is really a disaster.

"How can you make such irresponsible remarks, Your Highness?" Zhao Lun suddenly stood up, his eyes scarlet red: "This is extremely disrespectful!"

Zuo Pingdao and Zhao Lun had already had a grudge, and this time they were in tit-for-tat. With the experience of being given the "green leaf" last time, Zuo Pingdao expected that Zhao Lun would not dare to really hurt him, otherwise he would cause trouble to the Holy Spirit, and he would be in trouble.

It's out of control.

He raised his wine glass and said: "What I am saying is sincere. How can I say a single word about Her Highness the Princess? Is it possible that Mr. Zhao has deep roots in love? He doesn't like us, and he wishes he could pull him out one by one?"

Tsk, he is worthy of being the Minister of Dali Temple. He got everyone involved with one sentence. He and Zhao Lun obviously refused to deal with him, but now he pulled them into his camp to isolate Zhao Lun. The intelligence from Hongyu Tower showed that Zuo Pingdao was

Ghost sees sorrow, he is indeed cunning.
Chapter completed!