Chapter 1179 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 33
Lu Zhiyuan drew out the "oh" sound and teased, "So you like Miss Lin."
Zheng Hongyun grew up in a military camp and was a true warrior; he sat there like a small mountain.
With his bronze skin and piercing tiger eyes, he looked quite rough despite his young age.
Their resolve crumbled without a fight.
Frustrated, he turned to the side, presenting his entire back to Lu Zhiyuan.
Father is right, people in the capital are all cunning.
Now that the Emperor is in dire need of capable people, he issued an imperial edict under the pretext of arranging a marriage for him, summoning the Zheng family back to the capital.
Those who practice martial arts are straightforward and direct.
My father also said that if he takes a fancy to someone in the capital, he can go directly to their door to propose marriage.
He had a crush on the eldest daughter of the Lin family.
It was amazing at first sight.
Although he was a rough man, he knew he needed to find an opportunity to express his feelings to Miss Lin and, incidentally, find out something.
However, Zheng Hongyun felt that Lu Zhiyuan also harbored ill intentions towards the Lin family's daughter, but he didn't know which one it was.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and mimicked the other person's sneer, saying, "Young Master Lu, what are you pretending for? Don't you also have feelings for the Lin family's daughter?"
"Let me guess, could it be Miss Lin the Third?"
I secretly hope that the person he loves is Miss Lin.
Now it was Lu Zhiyuan's turn to stutter, and he could only stand there and shrug.
Zheng Hongyun utterly despised Lu Zhiyuan's scholarly, weak demeanor, as if he could be easily defeated with a single punch. How could he possibly protect his beloved?
Getting angry is nothing more than a flick of the sleeve; you could probably tear many cuffs in a year, right?
Lin Yaning, with her lively and uninhibited nature, stared unabashedly into the group of young men.
All sorts of handsome men unfolded before my eyes like a scroll painting, a feast for the eyes.
Song Jinhuan was bored; the pastries on the table weren't as good as the ones Xuanfu had brought back.
Although she likes this kind of food, it doesn't mean she'll put anything in her mouth.
After trying more and more delicious things, I've actually become picky about food.
The dance on stage has changed.
Suddenly, the surrounding chatter fell silent, and everyone turned to look ahead.
I could hear Lin Yaning gasping for breath.
Song Jinhuan looked up curiously and saw that the man was wearing a mint green brocade robe with eight auspicious cloud patterns, a Tibetan orchid spider pattern belt around his waist, and a round, openwork jade pendant. His loose hair was tied up at the back of his head as a topknot, with the rest hanging down behind him.
Two strands of hair fell down her temples, intertwined with the pearl and gold threads hanging from her hair ornament, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
Song Jinhuan's eyes were filled with amazement. In the several times they had met, the other party had always been dressed in official robes and casual clothes. This was the first time she had seen him dressed like this.
Aloof and noble, unapproachable.
The Emperor was surprised. He glanced at Ji Yueyi and said, "Please take a seat."
Eunuch Ban and his men arranged a chair to the left of the Emperor.
Xuanhe sat down, lifting his robe, his gaze casually sweeping to the lower right, precisely catching the girl's gaze.
Before he could take a second look, the man hurriedly looked away.
The man's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
Today, my outfit matches Miss Lin's perfectly in both color and style.
Even the color of her hair ornament was the same as the color of her hairpin.
What a coincidence!
The man sat upright, his face indifferent, glancing down at the people below.
The emperor examined his expression several times but could not discern anything about it.
Little did they know that the person was searching for someone similar.
The Emperor tentatively asked, "My dear minister, I feel that the flowers this year seem to bloom more beautifully than in previous years."
The people below quietly pricked up their ears, forgetting even the performance on stage.
Xuanhe glanced at the exceptionally bright face and echoed, "Your Majesty is right."
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