Women flock to men who are rich, powerful and good-looking.
Men flock to women who are rich, powerful and beautiful.
It's just human nature.
Xiao Li is the emperor, so it is normal for men to want to seduce her.
But the funny thing was that after the two of them finished dancing and saluted each other, they introduced their respective family backgrounds. Xiao Li then discovered that, ah, he actually had a harem?
"Beicang Xia Shaoyan and Yundan Hua Jinchuan pay their respects to Her Majesty the Empress."
Xiao Li couldn't remember the name, nor the appearance, but when the names of the two countries, Beicang and Yundan, appeared together, Xiao Li remembered them.
Before she fell into a coma, several countries sent male favorites to her. It must be these two people. Otherwise, if they had other identities, the people below would not dare to arrange for them to perform the dance.
"Get up."
The two men stood up and walked towards Xiao Li together, one on the left and one on the right, saying in unison: "We are here to serve Your Majesty."
Lou Yan stood in front of Long An.
Allowing these two people to dance in front of His Majesty was already his limit. If he let these two people get close to His Majesty, he would chop them into mud.
Not everyone can be as tolerant as Song Junzhan.
Lou Yan has a cold and sinister face, full of hostility, and looks as dangerous and cunning as a poisonous snake.
The two men were so frightened that they stood there and asked Xiao Li for help: "Your Majesty."
The people sent by the two countries were not princes, and their family backgrounds were probably not very high, but they were good-looking.
But Xiao Li is interested in more than just the appearance.
Raising his hand: "Stand back."
The two were unwilling, but still left obediently.
While the others were still observing His Majesty's mood, Song Junzhan had already raised his glass: "Your Majesty, may I drink with you tonight?"
Xiao Li raised his glass with a smile: "Prime Minister, how can I not drink this glass of wine?"
"Your Majesty, please."
Song Junzhan raised his glass and drank first as a sign of respect.
Putting down his wine glass, Song Junzhan continued, "I have learned to play the seven-stringed instrument, but I am not proficient in it. Today, I feel like playing a piece for Your Majesty."
Xiao Li did not stop him, and someone immediately took the zither from the musician.
Song Junzhan placed the zither on the table, wiped his hands slowly, and then said, "I'm sorry to present my humble performance."
Generally speaking, anyone who dares to perform in public but says that he is not proficient must be an intermediate to advanced person.
Song Junzhan is obviously such a person.
After two notes are heard, you will know whether it exists or not.
Xiao Li had never heard of the piano music played, but judging from the melodious and empty tune, it definitely had nothing to do with feelings.
It's like the mountain streams, creeks, flying birds and vast sky written by a hermit living in seclusion.
Even if you don’t understand beautiful things, you can’t help but calm down and appreciate them.
When the song ends, the lingering sound lingers in the air for a long time.
“Pah!”
Xiao Li clapped his hands, and the others woke up as if from a dream, and then there was a burst of applause.
She looked at Song Junzhan with a smile: "The Prime Minister is really versatile, but it's wrong to be too modest. Come, drink a glass of wine as a penalty."
Song Junzhan laughed: "Your Majesty wants to punish me, how can I not obey?"
After saying that, he raised his glass and drank it all.
With Song Junzhan playing the piano, the matter between the two people faded away, and the banquet ended perfectly.
The banquet was over and everyone else left. Song Junzhan and Xiao Li walked towards her bedroom together.
The palace was very large, and there was a sedan chair behind them, but the two men were in a good mood and insisted on walking. In the end, Lou Yan had no choice but to follow them with a group of people.
Song Junzhan drank a lot of wine, his eyes were slightly drunk, and there was a ripple of light in his eyes, which was very bright.
"Your Majesty, I am very happy today, especially very happy."
Xiao Li: "Drunk?"
Song Junzhan shook his head: "Not drunk."
Drunkards always say they are not drunk.
Xiao Li walked forward, and suddenly a hand reached out and held her hand.
He didn't use any force, just held it loosely, with a hint of tentativeness.
Xiao Li turned his head slightly and saw that his ears were red even the night could not cover it. He didn't know whether it was because he was drunk or embarrassed.
Xiao Li's gaze moved to his face, and he was still thinking of that name: Song Xianxian.
No matter how many times I see this face, I still feel that way, it's really fairy-like.
A handsome face with just the right amount of beauty, fair skin, and beautiful phoenix eyes.
It’s hard to say what makes him so handsome, but he looks good no matter how you look at him.
Any more or less will destroy this beauty.
Moreover, his temperament is not the cold and ethereal one created by deliberately wearing white clothes or having a deadpan face, but it is in his bones, calm and casual, cold and elegant, and leisurely like an immortal.
Even though he is the prime minister, even though he holds great power and is full of majesty, his temperament will not be weakened at all.
Like the white snow on the branches, it does not fall into the mortal world, making people forget the mundane world.
This face accounted for at least 70% of the reason why Xiao Li talked to him more and finally took him under his wing.
Tsk, she is such a lustful person, there is no hope for her.
Thinking of this, she closed her palms slightly and held his hand again.
Song Junzhan's hand trembled slightly, and he opened it greedily, clasped it, and clenched his ten fingers.
Lou Yan clenched his long knife, gritted his teeth, and stared at the two people's clasped hands.
Hongyue looked back at him: Tsk, someone is broken!
For the rest of the journey, neither of them spoke a word as they just walked back. The answers to what they wanted to say were already in their palms.
After sending Xiao Li to the door of the bedroom, Song Junzhan stopped and was reluctant to let her go, but he still let go. He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her, his throat rolling: "Your Majesty..."
As Xiao Li watched, he slowly lowered his head, leaned in and gently kissed her cheek: "Sweet dreams."
Xiao Li: ...If Lou Yan doesn't make an effort, Prime Minister Song will never be able to leave her bedroom.
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