Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 459 There are two ways, the deity chose one of them

The lights are colorful.

Shen Qianqiao propped her chin with her hands, her eyes were slightly closed, but just as she fell asleep, she was completely unconscious, and her chin almost hit the table.

She sat up quickly, with lingering fear in her heart, her head was completely awake, and she looked up at the curtain.

Still no one came.

He probably did something wrong, so he won't be here tonight.

Shen Qianqiao thought so, but she was still very annoyed.

Forget it, don't wait for him, she just draws a clear line with him in the future.

Shen Qianqiao stood up and planned to go to bed to rest.

When the curtain sounded, she paused, turned her head, and saw the man who appeared in the room.

"You still dare to come?" She had a bad complexion, with hatred in her eyes.

The man came over and put the food box on the table, and said softly: "The deity said that the deity has raised a little white-eyed wolf, and he is not familiar with it."

"Heh," Shen Qianqiao laughed angrily, clenched her fingers hanging by her side into fists, she took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said, "Doesn't the national teacher know how much your words will cause me in the future?" trouble?"

So what if the person in front of him is the true heir of the ancestor Xia Houxuan? 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, the current emperor regards him as a thorn in his side, can those next to him have a good end?
Shen Qianqiao could imagine with her toes how difficult her life would be in the future.

"If the deity doesn't say that, what do you want the deity to do?"

The man spoke innocently, ignored her annoyance, sat down, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Don't you still want this deity to break into the Hall of Mental Cultivation to save the beauty? But if that's the case, it's not easy for this deity to get away."

He raised his black eyes, and said meaningfully: "Is there a better way?"

Shen Qianqiao choked, pursed her lips, and said, "You can tell the emperor that I am too young to enter the palace."

"Who is recruited into the palace every year, who is not fifteen or sixteen years old? You are 16 years old, and everything that should grow has grown up."

His deep and dark eyes swept across her plump body, "And the deity said these words for a woman, do you think the emperor won't use his brain to think?"

Sensing his presumptuous sizing, Shen Qianqiao subconsciously raised her hand to cover it up, but thinking that she was well dressed at the moment, she could only put her hand down with a blushing face, "Have you never spoken for others?"

"No," the man spit out two words without thinking.

Shen Qianqiao froze, her eyes fell on his cold mask, "Is there no other way?"

He can also find someone to speak for her. The line of national teachers has been passed down to this day. Doesn't he have a confidant around him?

"There are two ways. The deity chooses one of them, which is the least loss."

The man played with the wine glass, and said casually: "It's just that I didn't think that I would be ungrateful."

"Do you have another way?" Shen Qianqiao was a little suspicious, thinking that he must have done it on purpose and had no good intentions.

"Well," the man raised his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips: "Either you are the disciple of the deity, or you are the woman of the deity, which one do you think is better? Or do you prefer this one?" The second way?"

Shen Qianqiao's heart skipped a beat, with hatred in her eyes, and her fingers tightly dug into her palm: "Master, I didn't force you, although I have something to ask of you, but I also agreed to your request."

"If the deity doesn't care about you, how can I give you a chance to make a request?"

A playful smile spread across the man's thin lips, and he put the wine glass on the table: "Come on, boy, pour wine for the teacher."

(End of this chapter)