✓Imperial Favour

Chapter 22

The originally lively hall suddenly became unbelievably quiet, Tang Zhuozhuo watched Emperor Qiong Yuan's eyes getting darker and darker, and his heart was anxious and depressed.

She could even imagine the disappointed expression on the face of the queen dowager waiting for a while.

Concubine Yan was sitting at the bottom of Emperor Qiongyuan, only a step away from the position of the queen. At this moment, her beautiful face was dotted with a little bit of sadness and tension. She said gently: "The emperor, the prince's filial piety is touching, this A kerchief must have a different meaning, so let's listen to the prince first."

In fact, she was also nervous. This seemingly stupid method actually worked best. In the presence of so many ministers, Emperor Qiong Yuan loved Huo Qiu no matter how much he had to say a few words of reprimand.

And these few sentences are a rare opportunity for his emperor, at least he can breathe a little bit, and not be forced so tightly.

These officials are all things that favor high and low, and they usually look at the expression of the emperor.

But if it is exposed, it is also a fatal blow to them.

Even if it is not discovered by others, Emperor Qiongyuan must have cares in his heart. It is inevitable that there will be seeds of suspicion. It is difficult to eliminate the emperor's suspicion!

Concubine Yan Gui moved slightly, and looked at the undisguised smiles on his Huanger and Liu's faces, and his heart felt a little colder.

I don't know if it is worth it or not!

Sure enough, Emperor Qiong Yuan didn't look over intently, and said that the concubine was very worried, but still returned with a gentle smile.

"Father, the grandmother's birthday, the whole world is celebrated, and the children are overjoyed, but also deeply panic. They ordered a good embroiderer from Suzhou, and it took more than ten days for the emperor's grandmother to send it to the emperor's birthday. ."

Huo Qiu's voice was cold, and he didn't say anything too quickly. There was neither an eagerness to ask for credit nor an anger to be framed in his expression. Except for those extraordinarily deep pupils, the whole person was no different from usual.

Tang Zhuozhuo let go of her lips suddenly, and a large stone was pressed down on her heart. She could only see Huo Qiu's tall and straight back, but she could outline his cold face like a moon in her heart.

Since he said that, he would naturally come to the end.

The eyes of the six princes flashed crazily for a while, and then lightly sneered: "Brother emperor don't sell it. Although the emperor is not as knowledgeable as the emperor, he still hasn't heard that a small veil will take more than ten days."

There was a moment of whispering from the minister seat below.

Emperor Qiongyuan glanced coldly and moved his lips: "Fourth old man, tell me."

Huo Qiu's face didn't change his color, and he cherished the veil and stretched it out. The snow-white silk kerchief had fine stitches, which looked as smooth as silk.

The empress dowager only saw a few tricks on the top, and straightened up, her expression in a trance.

When Huo Qi saw this, the concubine looked at the concubine, and suppressed the anxiety in his heart, forcing himself to listen to Huo Qiu to continue.

"The sixth brother doesn't know what the emperor's grandfather said, but it is natural to follow suit."

When these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.