Mermaid Jiao Fei wants to hug

Chapter 1001

Mr. Huali: "..."

So, what does the prince mean? Do you want to take the opportunity to start?

"It's a change of helmsman." Chu Simo swallowed a few words in a low voice.

"So this is a good opportunity, we have to find a way to take it for our use." Mr. Huali nodded.

"No need." Chu Wangmo swallowed two more words.

Mr. Huali raised his eyes in astonishment, no need?
This is a great opportunity!

Just about to speak, I understand it with reason.

Chu Simo said in a low voice, "The rudder master is already ours."

Mr. Huali: "..."

wipe!
Surprised!

It turns out that the prince has already received the wind, and he has already done it!

This speed is also invincible.

"My lord really uses his soldiers like a god, I admire you a little bit." Mr. Huali had to say admiration.

The corners of Chu Simo's lips curled slightly, but he didn't speak.

I don't even want to say that the sub-rudder has become his wife's, for fear that my husband will be too excited.

The little girl is really his lucky star, and if he makes mistakes, he will always bring him good things.

Thinking of the feeling of her little hand pinching his shoulder in the afternoon, it felt like an inexplicable current rushed through him, and it was numb.

It was unbearable to think about it, and I wanted to kiss her.

"My lord..."

Mr. Huali saw that the prince seemed to be distracted, so he gave a low cry.

Chu Simo came back to his senses, settled down, and brushed away the charming thoughts in his heart.

He said in a low voice, "Well, sir, continue."

"At the flower festival at the Empress Dowager's side in the future, His Highness the Crown Prince invited the theater troupe in, and there were carefully arranged girls. I wonder why His Highness the Crown Prince did this?" Mr. Huali said in a low voice.

After Chu Simo heard this, he remembered the time in Cuihualou, where Taifu Zhao was also there.

Carefully arranged the girl, that is to send the girl to the palace, sending the girl to the palace, it can't be to please the queen mother, the purpose should be the emperor.

Chu Simo suddenly remembered the little girl's pillow breeze.

With this move, I'm afraid he didn't want to blow the pillow wind in the emperor's ears.

Concubine Zhao is dead, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has no help in the harem, this means that he can't wait to fill the harem with people.

"Choose a few girls carefully, and invite a troupe back in the future to make the Queen Mother happy." Chu Simo suddenly said in a low voice.

When Mr. Huali heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

In other words, he and the prince have become more and more in harmony with each other.

The girl is already ready.

Immediately, he took out the portrait from his bosom, spread it in front of the prince, and said in a low voice, "I have prepared these girls, the prince will take a look at it."

Chu Simo nodded.

He looked at the portrait spread out in front of him.

He raised his hand and picked up one by one, and when he saw the third one, he froze for a moment.

Then he didn't continue to look down, tapped the portrait in front of him with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "If the emperor wants a girl, he will fall in love with her, sir, find someone to teach her."

After listening, Mr. Huali looked at the portrait on the table.

slightly suspicious.

This girl is neither the most beautiful nor the most special. Why does the prince think that the emperor will take a fancy to her?
However, the prince's inference almost didn't miss it.

Mr. Huali believed it subconsciously, but he was curious and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Chu Simo said nothing, but there was a trace of cold sarcasm between his eyebrows and eyes.

He has studied all the concubines that the emperor loved, without exception, all the concubines are hung in the same way, and their expressions are somewhat similar.

And this is somewhat similar, overlapping with the woman in the deepest part of his mind.

After so many years, the image of my mother in my mind has gradually become blurred, but that voice and smile can never be forgotten.

The last time I investigated the emperor's preferences in every detail, I was surprised to find that all the concubines whom the emperor favored were somewhat similar to their mother in terms of voice and smile.

And the portrait in his hand is also a girl who is somewhat similar to my mother.

(End of this chapter)