The young man was not afraid of him, he looked up at him and said generously, "The slave's surname is Xie, and the single name is the word Yu."

Now, the old ministers who lost their composure at the banquet became more and more.

They all looked at the yellow figure of Daoming, fidgeting.

This... This is really unbelievable.

If it wasn't for the completely different demeanor, they would have wondered whether Xie Yu hadn't died at all.

Shen Ying squeezed the wine glass, his voice was low, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "Which Yu."

The boy raised the corners of his eyes, licked his bright red lips, and said with a light smile, "Jade of jade."

The banquet was suddenly quiet, and none of the courtiers dared to speak.

They looked at the young man in the middle of the hall with trepidation, sweating for him in their hearts.

Who knows about the matter between the emperor and the national teacher.

He looks like this.

They really couldn't imagine what would happen to him.

After a long time, the man in the high position nodded slightly, "Come here."

After two seconds of silence, everyone raised their heads abruptly.

The young man in red in the center of the hall smiled softly and walked up slowly.

He walked up to Shen Ying, poured him a glass of wine, and then raised his hands to send it up.

Shen Ying fixedly looked at that face, and reached out to take the glass of wine, "You are very similar to him."

Everyone knows who he's talking about.

The young man standing in front of him smiled, tilted his head as if he didn't know anything, and asked, "I don't know what His Majesty is talking about?"

Shen Ying drank the glass of wine, his eyes were lowered, his black eyelashes were clearly marked, "Xie Yu, Xie Guoshi."

The boy smiled slightly, "Really, how similar it is."

Shen Ying lowered his eyes and didn't look up at him, "...very similar, almost, exactly the same."

The boy smiled again, he smiled beautifully, this smile seemed to melt the ice and snow, and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.

Shen Ying left him behind.

Everyone knows that Zhou Xingqian, the minister of rites, sent someone to Shen Ying. That person looks exactly like the former Xie Guoshi. The emperor likes him very much, and he always takes him with him wherever he goes.

From this day on, no one has mentioned the matter of filling the harem, because everyone knows that it is useless to send people in, and there is no way to win favor.

That Xie Yu was like a monster, turning around Shen Ying obsessively. Shen Ying listened to whatever he said and followed him in everything.

On this day, it was snowing heavily.

Shen Ying's subordinates caught a cat-like tiger cub.

The charcoal fire in the room was warm, and the little tiger was orange in color, a small ball, and its fur was shiny and shiny, very beautiful.

Xie Yu, who was sitting in Tianyue Palace, ran out at once. He looked at the little tiger and said to Shen Ying, who was sitting at the dining table inside, "Your Majesty, this little tiger is so spirited."

The mutton soup on the table was steaming, but Shen Ying didn't touch a spoonful. He turned his head and glanced at the little tiger, "Yeah."

The boy squatting in front of the cage had dark eyes, "Shall we raise it?"

Shen Ying ate his food expressionlessly, then turned his head and said to the people around him, "Go get my knife."

The little tiger in the cage licked the boy's hand flatteringly. It was soft and looked more docile and cute than a cat.

Xie Yu looked back at him, and asked a little puzzled, "What are you doing with the knife?"

His pupils were still black and bright, as black and bright as the stars in the sky, clean and bright without any impurities.

The people around Shen Ying glanced at him, lowered their heads and said, "Yes."

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