MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 291 You can recognize him at a glance

"Empress."

Nan Jun hurriedly stood up and cupped his fists towards the emperor.

Unexpectedly, the emperor didn't annoy her, on the contrary he smiled kindly.

"I ask you, what do you think of these children?"

The emperor looked at the shy little princes sitting under his highness, and asked Nan Jun.

Nan Jun's expression flickered, knowing that the person he was waiting for was not here, so he quickly opened the corner of his mouth.

"All the young masters have their own strengths. They are very proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so they are naturally good."

Such ambiguous praise made the emperor narrow his eyes in displeasure. Isn't this kid stupid?

He obviously asked her which one she liked so that she could be given a marriage, but he sent the emperor away with such a perfunctory sentence.

Seeing the emperor looking over, Nan Jun didn't dodge at all, the emperor's eyes clearly said: "Could it be that you still want to marry them all back?"

Nan Jun smiled lightly and said nothing, the emperor had no choice but to turn his eyes elsewhere.

"Mother, my son thinks that among the many young masters, the young master of the Lin family is the most outstanding, with superb piano skills, which is unforgettable."

Nan Luo, the Seventh Emperor's daughter who took the initiative to speak, fell in love with Lin Yuer, the youngest son of Lin Taishi's family, early in the morning.

It's just that she deliberately mentioned this person after Nan Jun said that, and she didn't know whether it was intentional or not.

After all, many people know that Nan Jun has always been on good terms with the young master of the Lin family, and the matter between the two is no secret.

And the reason why the emperor asked Nanjun before was because the grand master couldn't hold back the pleading of his youngest son, so he took the initiative to ask the emperor.

Unexpectedly, Nan Jun didn't have such thoughts at all, which made Lin Yu'er, who was sitting at the bottom, turn pale.

The little man looked at the woman sitting there with tears in his eyes, but the man didn't even give him a single eye.

In Nan Jun's memory, except for things related to Qiao Yun, she couldn't remember anything else at all.

The emperor's scrutinizing eyes fell on Nan Luo, and then he glanced at Nan Jun again. Seeing that her expression was normal, the emperor also became suspicious.

This child had praised Mr. Lin's docile attitude more than once in front of her before, why did she not want to give her a chance now?

The emperor couldn't understand his daughter more and more, but Nan Jun didn't take the initiative to speak up, and she didn't want to force her.

Nan Jun was cold-tempered, the emperor thought of her father's early death, and had always been tolerant to her, only wanted to find a man she liked to take care of her, but she seemed not interested in these men.

Nan Luo's hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and his gaze towards Nan Jun was also a bit more hostile.

Does the empress really want to be so partial?

What Nan Jun doesn't want, is he unwilling to give it to himself?

"Lao Qi is not young anymore!"

As if he had just noticed Nan Luo, the emperor suddenly said with emotion.

It's just that Nan Luo couldn't figure out what the emperor meant, so he lowered his eyes and didn't answer any more.

Nan Luo's father was the servant of the queen. During the period when the queen was pregnant with the princess, he was promoted to be the servant of the emperor because he devoted himself to serving the emperor and became pregnant again.

It's just that the emperor didn't like Nan Luo's submissive father very much, so he didn't even value her very much.

"The envoys from the Southern Kingdom are coming in a few days, why not let..."

The emperor meant that he wanted to hand over the matter of welcoming the envoys to Nan Luo. After all, there was also a prince who came this time.

The only unmarried princesses under the emperor's knees are the seventh daughter Nan Luo and the ninth emperor Nan Jun, and the emperor has no intention of asking Nan Jun to marry the consort prince.

In this world, there is no prince from another country to be the future queen, and no one will allow his crown prince to shed the blood of another country.

It's not that the emperor is too partial to Nanjun, but that the empress dowager's health is not good, and she may not be able to take on the big job, and the queen has no daughter-in-law under her knees.

Nan Jun's father is the queen's cousin, and the relationship between the two has always been good. After Nan Jun's biological father passed away, Nan Jun has been raised by the queen. The queen also wants Nan Jun to replace the princess and inherit the throne .

But judging from the current situation, regardless of status or age, only the son of Taishi Lin's family is the most suitable to be the rightful king of Nanjun.

But if Nanjun is unwilling, it will be embarrassing.

Seemingly hearing what the emperor meant, Nan Jun suddenly stood up and interrupted the emperor's words.

"Mother, my son is willing to work with the Ministry of Rites to take charge of the envoy's visit."

The emperor looked at his daughter in surprise, is this child transgender?

The Ninth Emperor Daughter, who never liked such trivial matters, actually asked for orders to meet the envoys?

Everyone didn't know that Nan Ju's drunkard's intention was not to drink, but Nan Jun knew that Qiao Yun was among the envoys this time.

"Since that's the case, then this matter will be handed over to the Ninth Emperor's Lady, and the Ministry of Rites will obey His Highness the Ninth Highness."

"Yes, I obey the order."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly got up, and said with orders.

Everyone couldn't see why the Ninth Emperor's daughter suddenly changed, but there were still some people who were happy and some were worried.

His Royal Highness sat on the sidelines and looked at the younger sister who he had watched grow up with satisfaction, and only felt that if she was willing to take over the affairs of the court, she would definitely be a wise king in the future.

It's hard to guess what the princess is thinking, after all, Nan Jun is rushing to work, this is really the first time, it is really unbelievable.

After leaving the palace, Nan Jun returned directly to his mansion. Now that the princesses have grown up, no one lives in the palace anymore.

Thinking of meeting Qiao Yun in a few days, Nan Jun was in a very good mood.

It's just what Ren Nanjun thought, and he didn't expect Qiao Yun in this life to be so arrogant.

Their first meeting was not at the gate of the city, but in a jewelry shop.

Nan Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, had just come out of the palace when the swaying carriage stopped suddenly, and there was a noise outside.

"What is it?"

Nan Jun's cold voice came from inside the carriage, which made the woman in the carriage shudder uncontrollably.

"If you go back to His Highness, there are two sons in front of you who are arguing about something, and the passers-by are blocking the way."

"Then make a detour and go back."

Nan Jun rubbed his forehead helplessly, feeling drowsy.

"Your Highness, this road is too narrow, it is difficult for us to turn around, if we go back, it will be a little far..."

The woman in the car said in embarrassment that it would take more time to go back by detour.

Nan Jun let out a long breath, and he didn't want to embarrass the woman in the carriage, so he simply got up and got out of the carriage.

It just so happened that she had never really visited the streets of the capital city before, so she could walk back and see the customs and customs of this life.

It's just that Nan Jun glanced casually, and his eyes fell on the little man in red with an angry face.

Even though they had never met each other in this life, she could still recognize him at a glance.

"Yun'er..."

Nan Jun stepped forward happily, but the little man just raised the whip in his hand and threw it at the face of the man opposite.