The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 57
"Hey, you're leaving now? Did you hear what this princess said?" No one had ever treated Ying Xuan like this to her. No one on the grassland would hold her in the palm of his hand and compliment her. They all said that it doesn't matter if you walk sideways.

"So what if I hear it?" The indifference in Shen Yue's eyes made the little girl who didn't know much about the world a little awed.

But liking is greater than fear, and grassland girls always say it when they like it. Yingxuan yelled directly in front of the people in the capital: "My princess likes you, I want to marry you."

"Hahaha, there are too many women who like Chen Xiang, and Shen Xiang can't marry him." A lazy voice floated over, and Cen Mu walked out of Ciyu Pavilion with a smile like this.The familiar folding fan in his hand disappeared, and Cen Mu, who had always been ruffian, suddenly felt like a spring breeze.

"Your Highness Prince Ning, look at it well. I just found out today that I won't lose to Prime Minister Shen!" The women onlookers suddenly became excited.

"I told you a long time ago that His Highness Prince Ning is more beautiful than a woman, but he is not a mother. It turns out that men can also be described as beautiful."

"That's right, if His Royal Highness King Ning still learns hard like a few years ago, I'm afraid that Prime Minister Shen will give up the position of No. [-] son in the world to His Royal Highness Ning."

Listening to the noise around her, Ying Xuan guessed Cen Mu's identity. "Are you the King Zhaoning who spends his days drinking and drinking?"

Cen Mu evoked a disdainful evil smile, ignored Ying Xuan, and asked the people in the capital, "This king is smarter or this woman is smarter?" Cen Mu pointed at Ying Xuan.

Even if Cen Mu's reputation is now ruined, it was a sensation when he wrote "Fu of the Imperial Capital" when he was nine years old.

So compared to Ying Xuan who couldn't recite "Ode to the Goose" at the age of eight, Cen Mu was of course smarter.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Cen Mu asked again with a smile: "This king is prettier, or is this woman prettier?"

Of course it was Cen Mu!A man who is more beautiful than a woman, all the boudoir women in the capital present want to abandon Shen Yue at this moment, and want to marry Ning Wang Cen Mu first.

Ying Xuan folded her arms around her chest and snorted coldly, still thinking that the two of them were the same.Before Cen Mu asked the last question, her face was completely dark.

Cen Mu then asked: "Is this king more noble, or is this woman more noble?"

Dazhao is located in the Central Plains, and has always dominated the Quartet.Not to mention that Tagore is still paying tribute to Jokha, how many neighboring countries are dependent on Jokha.

Even if Cen Mu has not been canonized as the crown prince yet, Cen Mu is the heir apparent in the eyes of the common people.

In terms of dignity, she Ying Xuan is not qualified enough.

"So what?" Ying Xuan stared angrily. She wanted to marry Shen Yue. Could it be that Emperor Dazhao still refused to agree?
Cen Mu raised his eyes to stare at Ying Xuan, suddenly exuded an imperial air under his playful skin.He raised his chin slightly, and looked down at Ying Xuan condescendingly: "So, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for a man?"

The surrounding noise stopped instantly, His Highness Ning Wang, what did you say just now?
Could it be that His Highness likes men after going to Wanshou Wujiang Building too much?Although His Highness and Prime Minister Shen are a good match, how can a little prince be born in the future...

But in just one sentence, the people in the capital have already thought far ahead.

Ying Xuan's eyes widened, she pointed at Cen Mu with a whip and shouted, "You're a man, why did this princess rob you of a man?"

Shen Yue's eyes fell on Cen Mu, his eyes were deep and shallow, and his emotions were dark and unclear.

Standing behind Cen Mu, Shu Jia had already retrieved the sword, with a blank face and no emotion, but the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)