Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Fu Yuan opened his mouth in shock. In the previous match, although Nan Zihe was outstanding, he was not as popular as Putuo. He just made it to the semi-finals. From this point of view, it turned out that he had hidden his strength at the beginning.

Nan Zihe on the stage did not show disbelief as people imagined, but was very calm, as if he was not surprised by the fact that he was the leader, and his calm appearance immediately attracted a lot of goodwill.

But Putuo, who was on the verge of failure, was also very calm, and accepted the result happily, only saying that he had met a more powerful senior, and said that he would come again next year.

However, after Puto's figure returned to the backstage of the game, he disappeared instantly.

In the dark pavilion, Putuo knelt on the ground, and a tall figure stood beside him. When he turned around, he revealed a familiar face, which was actually Yanzhichu.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the beauty on the ground, the fierceness in his eyes was evident, which was very different from his appearance in front of people. He waved to Putuo and said, "Come here."

Putuo raised his head. At this time, his face was restrained and calm. In fact, he was not lying. His identity was indeed Kunze from a cattle herding family in the Western Regions. From now on, he can make a steady progress and fly to the top of the branch. It is the beginning that he never thought of working for Yan Rongzhen.

"Master." Putuo called out softly, he knew that he had missed the position of leader, and he would be furious, hoping to reduce his anger.

"Come here, can't you hear me?"

Putuo was startled when he heard the sound, and got up silently and walked towards the tall Qianyuan. As soon as he came to this tall Qianyuan's chest, he felt a gust of palm wind blowing towards him.

The pain from his chest made his eyes black for bursts. Putuo forced himself up, spit out a mouthful of thick blood in an instant, and said in a hoarse voice: "Putuo knows his mistake, I hope the master will calm down."

Yan Zhicao exhaled a turbid air from his nose, he knew that he was incompetent and furious now, and he was already at the door, just a little bit, Putuo could enter the palace gate smoothly, who knew that a Nanzi would come out suddenly Crane, really exasperating.

Turning around and about to leave, Putuo feared that he would abandon him, so he hurriedly shouted: "Master, don't go." If Yan Zhichu doesn't want him, then he will go back to the Western Regions, the kind of people who depend on letting go every day. Cattle and sheep, he doesn't want to go back when he can't afford to be full.

Seeing that Yan Juechu had really stopped, he said happily: "Actually, when the results of the competition were announced, Putuo found one person who attracted special attention."

Hearing this, the back of Yan Jue was slender, and he didn't bother to turn his head to look at Putuo, and asked in a low voice, "Oh, who is it?"

"The last leader, Mo Yan."

Mo Yan, Yan Yichu said the name once, and he remembered that the person who won the championship with calligraphy and painting last year also called himself Mingyue Layman, hum, pretending to be a noble person.Then he asked, "What happened to him?"

Putuo lowered his body, carefully observed Yanzhuo, knowing that he had listened, and hurriedly said: "Putuo noticed that from the beginning of the competition, he was very independent, and he never competed with other judges. Discussing the competition, sitting on the sidelines all the time, and if it weren't for his one-vote difference today, the position of leader would have been the owner."

In fact, he didn't care whether Mo Yan's vote was intentional or not, he just needed a scapegoat who could make Yan Yiqiu even more angry, so that he wouldn't give up on himself.

On the stage, Nan Zihe knelt in front of the current Holy Master, accepting the award.

Yan Zhao whispered a few words to Eunuch Gao who was beside him, Eunuch Gao understood, and stepped forward and said loudly: "Master Nan, now you have a chance to ask His Majesty for a reward, no matter what it is, His Majesty will try to satisfy you. "

As soon as the words came out, the common people in the audience whispered to each other, saying that they must enter the palace as servants, with such looks and talents, if they are favored, wouldn't it be a matter of time before they fly to the branches and become phoenixes?

Not only the common people think so, even the courtiers and princes sitting in the guest seats think so too.

However, Fu Yuan in Yan Rongzhen's arms was in the mood of eating melons, thinking about what the princes were thinking when they looked at the man on the stage who might soon become their little father, but this is ancient times, and they should have become accustomed to it right?

He changed into a comfortable position, and then stuffed a grape into his mouth.

Then, Nan Zihe's eyes suddenly turned, and he looked at him.

Fu Yuan: "..." For some reason, an ominous premonition always surrounds him.

"Return to Your Majesty." Nan Zihe's melodious and melodious voice sounded like an oriole, "Zihe only wants one thing." After finishing speaking, he was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

Eunuch Gao was very puzzled and asked, "Young Master Nan, what do you mean?"

Nan Zihe showed hesitation, and then bowed to Yan Zhao, "What I'm going to say next may offend me a little, please don't blame me, Your Majesty."

Yan Zhao slightly raised his eyes, but his words didn't make him angry, instead he became more curious, waved his hand and said, "But it's okay, I forgive you for your innocence."

Nan Zihe showed a struggling face, and gritted his teeth and said: "Zihe, Zihe also wants to be like the Ninth Prince, choosing the Qianyuan he likes, instead of following the second elder in the family and handing himself over to someone he doesn't know, if not , Zihe would rather not marry for life."

"Heh." Everyone gasped, not to mention how much Nan Zihe's words made his parents down. Moreover, His Majesty was furious at the beginning of the Ninth Prince raising Fu Yuan in captivity. In the end, it was because he loved the Ninth Prince too much that he compromised in every possible way.

It's just that it doesn't mean that he is willing to hear someone discussing this matter. Nan Zihe talked about the Ninth Prince and Fu Yuan in front of the emperor, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he wants to die.

Nan Zihe went forward indomitably, and he had the attitude of a strong man who would never return, but even Fu Yuan felt a chill in his neck when he heard it. Yan Rongzhen did not marry for his life. It had already been spread throughout the capital, that his son would die and live for a man, and if he were Yan Zhao, he would be very angry. Nan Zihe's words might not only hurt him, but also implicate him.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuan shrank his neck, buried his head in Yan Rongzhen's arms and did not move.

This action made Yan Rongzhen laugh. He covered the back of the man in his arms with his big hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, Father can't touch you."

On and off the stage, everyone waited with bated breath. The level of tension was no less than when the results of the competition were announced just now. Yan Zhao glanced casually and saw that Qian Yuan named Fu Yuan was hiding in the old room like a waste. Jiu Huai Li felt suffocated in his heart.