The Servant Under the Skirt

Please collect the new article "After Rebirth, Everyone Will Be Green"! Click on the author's profile to see it, please, please~ The new emperor intends to choose a good son-in-law for Princess Lingshu. The princess is sixteen years old, pampered but quite favored by the saint. Princess Shang can share the saint's worries and solve problems, and can also take care of herself. As a powerful minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Lu Ziyue felt that this move could be regarded as weighing the pros and cons. As for the princess's wishes, they are not within the scope of consideration for a black-hearted person like him. However, in the flash of light, the little girl with red lips and white teeth smiled at him, her eyes filled with bright spring light. "Master Lu, do I look good?" "... It's okay." Lu Ziyue replied with a calm face, then turned around and drew a portrait of her, hanging it in the study room, looking at it every day. After thinking about it again and again, he took up his pen and erased "weighing the pros and cons" and wrote three words - It's the wind moving. He tentatively asked: "Is the princess interested in someone?" Little princess: "Yes, Shen Yan." Lu Ziyue broke through his defense: "... You say it again?" Everyone knew that the chief minister, Lu Ziyue, was cruel and ruthless and killed people without blinking an eye, but Lingshu felt that he was kind-hearted and chivalrous. She only said that she liked Shen Yan, and Lu Ziyue gave her advice, taught her chess, calligraphy and painting, and wrote poems and letters for her. He was as enthusiastic as if he liked Shen Yan. Where can I find such a good person? However, the more Lu Zi helped, it turned out that the matchmaker was getting married and helped her into the Lu Mansion. On the wedding night, Lingshu realized it later, raised her hijab and stood up in shock: "Master Lu, there is a mole!" "..." Lu Ziyue smiled warmly and pressed her back without any doubt. He looked at her with satisfaction for a few moments before sneering: "Yes, I am your minister." Lingshu: ... It smells like a fox. Intention: As long as the thinking does not slip, there are always more methods than difficulties