The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Three days later, it was time for the palace banquet.

Yuan Yao got dressed early in the morning, waiting for the banquet to start.

When Xiao Shuanzi came to report that all the princes were waiting in the imperial garden, Yuan Yao got up, brushed the corner of her clothes, and went out slowly.

It's early autumn.

Autumn is high and crisp, which is a good weather for going out for an outing.

From a distance, Yuan Yao saw a group of handsome young men in the imperial garden.

Some sat in the pavilion admiring the residual lotus, while others stood opposite each other and chatted about something.

She suppressed her excitement and walked over as peacefully as possible.

When the palace man informed her, the young gentlemen looked at her one after another, and saluted in unison.

"See Your Majesty."

Yuan Yao coughed and showed a friendly smile, "Let's all get flat."

After they all got up, Yuan Yao took Xiao Shuanzi to the pavilion and sat down in the middle.

Those young gentlemen glanced at her, then looked at each other, winking at each other.

Apparently, they were usually trained as the heirs of their respective mansions and determined to become officials in the court. They never thought that one day they would come to please the empress and enter the harem.

Who doesn't think this thing is absurd?
What's more, they have all been instructed by their families, and this draft should be just for fun.

Therefore, no one took it seriously.

No one is willing to take the first step, and Yuan Yao doesn't care either.

Her eyes swept over the faces of every young gentleman, and occasionally saw a few good-looking ones, so she took a closer look.

A few young gentlemen accidentally met her clear eyes, they were stunned for a moment, and then blushed belatedly.

Not to mention, this little emperor looks really beautiful, if not for...

It is also good to be able to marry and go home.

Everyone has their own ghosts.

Yuan Yao didn't know what they were thinking.

She just felt that after watching the whole circle, she couldn't remember their faces.

Even those slightly better-looking young gentlemen are incomparable with Nie Chizhan.

She thought for a while, and glanced sideways at Xiao Shuanzi.

Xiao Shuanzi immediately understood, walked out of the pavilion, and brought up a man dressed as a scholar.

Everyone was guessing what Yuan Yao was going to do, so she smiled and said, "You guys are really generous, but I have a bad memory and can't remember you all, so I specially invited a painter to do portraits for you , When I go back and look through it carefully, I will decide who to accept into the palace."

Everyone: "..."

I didn't know if it was a compliment or an insult.

However, no matter what it is, at least for now, no one dares to disobey Yuan Yao's will.

So, the next scene became, Yuan Yao was sitting in a small pavilion drinking tea leisurely, and those young gentlemen were queuing up, waiting for the painter to paint for them.

Every young man whose turn it is, will first ask them to report their name and family background, and after the painter finishes the painting, he will mark it in the corner.

Xiao Shuanzi would bring each completed portrait to Yuan Yao for a look.

When Yuan Yao was satisfied, she put it in the box beside her properly.

Most of the afternoon passed, and the box was gradually filled with portraits.

Finally it was the turn of the last young man.

After the young gentleman sat down opposite the painter, he didn't take the initiative to report his name and family background, but stared at Yuan Yao intently.

Xiao Shuanzi reminded him several times, but he ignored him.