Apart from you, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes after removing three layers of snow on your body?

  "Your Majesty, it's the 19th brother... " The empress turned around, looking at the emperor with a face full of grievance and difficulty.

  The empress dowager didn't even dare to provoke that demon king, how could she?!

  This spring banquet is held in the name of the Empress Dowager, but the actual person in charge is her. If it's not arranged well, she will be scolded and can't avoid it.

  But she never expected the Demon King to come today?

  Who would have thought that because she didn't give the Demon King a seat, the Demon King arranged his own position at the entrance of the hall!

  He even ran to the imperial study and brought over the emperor's soft couch to block the temple gate!

  "Has the 19th brother arrived?" The emperor, however, didn't notice the empress's distress at all, and instead was extremely delighted to take big strides forward, passing by the concubines and the empress. He hastily greeted the empress dowager before rushing into the hall and standing in front of Yan Beizheng: "19th brother! You've actually come today! Are you here to choose a consort?"

  Before Yan Beichen could respond, he excitedly said: "I've long said you should get married! The Empress Dowager and the Queen have invited all the talented young ladies from Kyoto to the palace today. Take a good look and see which ones you like. I'll personally go with you to arrange the engagement!"

  It seems that this is still not enough, the emperor stepped forward again, and sat down beside Yan Beichen with a plop: "Otherwise, I'll help you pick together?"

  The change from "Zhen" to "I" makes it clear to everyone how good the relationship is between the emperor and the regent king!

  The numerous concubines and children in the harem, as well as the civil and military officials, were outside, braving the wind and snow, shrinking their necks and feet, vaguely unaware of what had happened at the gate of the palace...

  "Fourth brother, sit a bit further away." Yan Beichen frowned and showed a look of distaste: "You're wrinkling my clothes, you'll crease them..."

  The emperor then noticed that Yan Beizhen was wearing a white outfit today.

  As white as snow, smooth and flat without a single wrinkle! Paired with his stunningly handsome face that evokes both human and divine admiration, like a noble and elegant deity, not to be profaned...

  He quietly moved over a little bit.

  The nineteenth brother loves cleanliness, he knows it, after ten years of returning from the border, he loves cleanliness even more?!

  "19th brother you're really... handsome today!"

  "After today, you will probably become an unattainable dream for all the girls in their boudoirs!"

  Everyone loves to hear words of praise, let alone the emperor being his brother? Yan Beizheng slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, but suddenly looked at Sheng Jinyu: "Miss Jinyu!"

  Sheng Jinxiu hastily paid her respects: "What instructions does the Regent have?"

  "The emperor said the king's outfit today looks good, what do you think?"

  Sheng Jinxiu raised her head and looked at him for a moment.

  Yan Beiting and the Emperor's eyes both fell on her.

  Everyone's eyes in the hall also fell on her body.

  The eyes of the Empress Dowager, the Empress and the Imperial Noble Consort also fell upon him...

  She smiled generously: "What Your Majesty said is absolutely right! The Regent King looks very good today!"

  It's not that his clothes look good, it's that he looks good.

  Yan Beizhuo came with interest, the curve of his mouth was more seductive: "How good-looking?"

  Sheng Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, did he still want to flatter?

  Just then, a gust of wind came over, and snowflakes fluttered in, landing on Yan Beizhen's hair.

  He carelessly waved his sleeve, helping himself and the emperor block out the wind and snow.

  "Except for you, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes under the three-foot snow?" Sheng Jinxiu gazed at Yan Beizheng, her eyes also burning with a hint of passion.

  At this moment, a surge of pride rose up in her heart - this man was her husband!

  Her voice wasn't very loud, but it was enough for people around her to hear.

  Including, standing outside the temple gate, was Yan Ziye in the same white clothes...