Raise BOSS online[Quick Transmigration]

15

It was already midnight, and Weifeng welcomed his little prince.

The little prince had a ruddy complexion, his hair was disheveled, he walked with a flutter, and entered the door with a smile.

"Weifeng, undress me."

"Master, are you...?"

Shen Le smelt of medicine and smelled of alcohol, it was obvious that he drank with the national teacher.

"You and the national teacher..."

Shen Le waved his hand and said, "Don't smear the ink, take off my clothes quickly."

Wei Feng stepped forward and began to untie his belt, but found something was wrong, this... this... was not the clothes that his master was wearing!

That set of robes was specially sent by Concubine Wen last year. Although the clothes can be remade here, Concubine Wen has a heart.

But after his little prince left today, he actually came back wearing a different suit. He thought about it casually, and felt sad...

What is this...

His little prince was already a little drunk, after Wei Feng covered his master with a quilt, he began to make indirect remarks.

"You are so happy today."

"Hmm~"

Shen Le nodded, the whole person had already got under the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes, blinking and blinking.

"What did you and the national teacher do?"

"Drink, chat, take a bath..."

"!"

really!bathe!

Wei Feng squatted beside the bed, packing the boy's changed clothes.

"You...have a bath with the national teacher...?"

Shen Le slapped Wei Feng on the forehead.

"What are you thinking? I'm taking a medicated bath, which is good for my body. My husband is staring at me, afraid that I will drown."

Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still dubious: "Where are your clothes?"

Shen Le slapped his head: "Ah, I forgot it by the side of Mr.'s bathtub, I'll get it tomorrow."

"you…"

Shen Le slapped him on the forehead again: "The prince is sleepy, you can go down."

"... "

What are you doing, so sleepy?

Weifeng muttered, but still closed the door and retreated.

A few days after this incident, Lu Feng began to get busy about choosing apprentices.

Shen Le also felt relaxed.

System: The current development is good, but according to the procedures in the palace, it's time for you and the second prince to get married.

Shen Le's neck stiffened: Wife? ? ?

System: Well, it's time to find a wife a long time ago. As you know, ancient people have grown up long ago.

Shen Le: No, I can't marry!Can't get hard!

System: Can't you handle it?

Shen Le: No, this is the bottom line of being gay!Absolutely no same marriage!

system:…

Shen Le: I heard that when a woman in ancient times married someone, she couldn't get married the second time. Am I ruining someone's life?

System: It's quite deep into the play...

Shen Le: To be a human being is to be moral.

Shen Le added another sentence: You are not human and you don't understand.

system:…

So this day, Shen Le was thinking about this matter in his heart, with an absent-minded look.

"What's the matter with you?"

Wei Feng took the fruit and put it on the stone table in the greenhouse.

Shen Le supported her head: "Wei Feng, I have a question for you."

"You say."

"Who are the unmarried and concubined princes in the palace?"

Weifeng's expression brightened, as if hope had been ignited.

"Except for you and the second prince, all the princes up to the age are married, and the fourth prince even gave birth to a pair of twins last year."

"... "

Wei Feng thought that his little prince was enlightened.

A few days ago, when Chen Nian brought back the robe, he inquired quietly, and it turned out that it was really just a medicinal bath, so at least he could relax a little.

Weifeng suddenly thought: "Look at this memory, isn't it time for the draft?"

Shen Le nodded dejectedly.

The matter of concubine selection in the palace is already under discussion, An Yu can't wait to marry more wives.

The officials in charge of selecting beautiful girls from all over the country have already started to act, and it is estimated that it will only take ten days and a half months.

Shen Le: "The crown prince has not yet been established, so the girl is drafted so early."

Weifeng: "This time it's mainly for you and the second prince."

"However, I heard..."

"What did you hear?"

"I heard that in the past when the crown prince chose a concubine, the old national teacher would read the horoscope. Although the master is just a cover, the national teacher and the master have a good relationship. I wonder if the national teacher will make an exception this year and let you read it."

Shen Le shook her head violently: "I don't need it, I don't need it, I can't find a good wife with my fate, and I don't want to make the little girl a widow."

As soon as he said this, Weifeng's face became extremely ugly, he lowered his head, probably trying to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Shen Leman didn't care: "Don't be sad, didn't you know this a long time ago, I finally found the protection of the national teacher..."

Weifeng knew in his heart that although he had been worried about his little prince and the national teacher's tricks for the past few days, why didn't he want his master to hug his thigh.

There is no point in worrying about this matter. After Shen Le said it, he was just depressed for a long time, and he forgot all about it the next day.

It took Lu Feng three days to select his disciples, and he showed up on the last day, and Shen Le also went to join in the fun that day, but what surprised Shen Le was that the big brother who spread rumors about Lu Feng's hidden illness turned out to be unexpected was selected.

Shen Le admired him from being stunned to cheering to being cautious, and finally seeing Lu Feng's frightened appearance.

Sitting in the corner, moved a small bench, admiring Lu Feng's cool look in front of others, he was very happy.

When everyone disbanded and he was about to go back with the small bench in his arms.

Lu Feng successfully caught him among a group of people.

"Come to my study."

Shen Le was really curious, so he asked: "Sir, what are your requirements for picking disciples?"

Lu Feng walked ahead: "It depends on your mood."

"... "

"Don't you look at talent or something?"

Chen Nian answered from the side: "Back to the third prince, if you can get to this point, your talent will not be bad."

"That…"

Lu Feng turned his head sideways: "This one is more fun."

Chen Nian/Shen Le: "..."

Lu Feng pulled out a letter from the bookshelf.

Usually the emperor communicated with him by letters, and generally did not use imperial edicts or oral orders.

One is convenient and low-key, and the other is fear of losing face.

After all, Lu Feng, the new national teacher, the emperor has not yet touched his temper. If he resists the edict, the emperor will not dare to do anything. Wouldn't it be a loss of the dragon's prestige.

In the final analysis, the current emperor dare not mess with the lineage of the national teacher at all.

Shen Le took a look at the contents of the letter, his mind went dark, and he suddenly felt sour.

"Sir, you...agreed?"

"What do you think?"

"An Qi doesn't know..."

Lu Feng raised his eyebrows: "Anyway, nothing happened recently..."

Shen Le received it immediately: "I won't bother you with such a trivial matter!"

Shen Le understands the general meaning of the emperor's letter in the letter. He wants the help of the national teacher to read the horoscope for himself and An Yu, and find a suitable wife...

Lu Feng: "It's not troublesome."

"An Qi and I share the same temperament, so such a small matter is naturally not a problem."

Shen Le: ...

Chen Nian watched the situation from the sidelines, and felt that this matter was getting more and more confusing, but now the discovery is developing in a good direction. It seems that his master and the third prince do not have the relationship that Weifeng imagined...

So Chen Nian hurriedly interjected: "Third prince doesn't have to be like this, the master hasn't shown up for a long time, this time it's just a trivial matter, it's not easy to shirk, besides, you are already past the age of marrying a wife, you should be anxious."

Lu Feng propped his chin, raised his eyes to look at the boy, and said in an uncertain tone, "Is that so, should we be anxious?"

Shen Le:...

Seeing it like this, Shen Le completely forgot to say no, so she could only say dumbly: "Then...then there will be Mr. Lao..."

The author has something to say: Lu Feng: I will definitely choose a good family for you to marry.

Shen Le: Well, thank you sir...wait?Nice family?married?