Thin clouds paced in the moonlight, a faint white shadow. The full moon is like a disc, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a delicate candle flame on the dark sky.

The streets lit up with candles are white light, red light, yellow light, blue light, color light, and finally even the shadows are illuminated by the light, and there is no trace.

The street market is dotted with lights, like a river flowing with lights, and people walk along the river of lights, laughing and laughing.

From the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial City, face north through the bustling crowd to the end of the street, a mansion along the street sits in the north and faces south, the vermilion gate of more than one person is half open, a red lantern is hung under the eaves in front of the door, and the lantern is written with two words "Mofu".

There is a stone lion on the left and right sides of the open space in front of the house, and the stone lion is strong and powerful, lifelike. There are cars and horses coming and going, and the little servants accompany the housekeeper to lead them to the place, which is very lively, which is different from the bustle of the market in front, there is no noise at all, as if I covered my ears and watched.

Since the door is not fully open, it is not clear what happens behind the door. I could only see the shaded green trees illuminated by the lanterns stretching into the distance, like a deep dark green satin, and the bright light in the middle was the stars embroidered with gold and silver threads on the silk. At the end of the day, a palace can be faintly seen, under the shade of green trees, opposite the palace in the imperial city.

The surrounding people passed by, no matter how good their eyesight was, they could only see the outline of the palace's cornices and corners. It is conceivable that this mansion occupies a large area, and its specifications have long surpassed that of the palace. But this is the Mo family's mansion, and the people are relieved when they think of this.

Dayong Jiankang City Mo Clan, but once one of the eight great families. Up to now, the people in the clan have rarely taken the road of official careers, at most they have no right to idle the name, but fortunately, the family background is solid, and the legend is that the wealth is rivaled by the country.

At this time, on the platform in front of the Mofu Palace, there were three or four men with wide sleeves and crowns leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, one of them was a relatively petite man who was probably a teenager, with a pale yellow shirt, not yet tied up in a crown, and his hair tied behind his head fluttered lightly in the wind, and the person knelt on the seat, his whole body was leaning on the railing, and his two arms were hanging in mid-air, looking lazy and weak. The flask around his finger was too loose, the flask was tilted, and he sprinkled an unknown amount of wine, and the wine was sprinkled with liquid and fragrant, as if it were falling rain.

The moon shone through the thin clouds, illuminating the young man's face on the balcony, which was flushed with a hint of ruddy from drinking, but it was still a delicate and cold and arrogant face.

"Tut-tut...... I said don't pretend if you don't know how to drink, waste such a good wine......"

A voice came from the palace, and the young man who was lying on the railing with a wine jug in his hand immediately turned around when he heard the sound, brutal and direct, and smashed the wine jug in his hand to the source of the sound, successfully blocking the sound, and also successfully causing a woman's coquettish cry, thinking that the wine jug was thrown somewhere surrounded by women.

"You rude guy, you threw away the wine jug when you were seen through, what a good wine this is, it's really a tyrannical thing, let your brother Mo know......"

"What do you know, Brother Mo is not a stingy person like you?"

As soon as the young man spoke, it was a girl's voice, she crossed her hands on her waist, walked to the palace, drove away the women who surrounded the owner of the voice with her feet, and said angrily, "Dare to say that this princess is impolite, and I don't see who committed the big disrespect first, if you beg for mercy and this princess is in a good mood, maybe it will be as if this thing didn't happen." ”

It turns out that this girl dressed as a man is Princess Jiao Xia Hong, and the young man at her feet is not yet the age of the crown, unlike Xia Hong, his hair is scattered, only on the left and right sides of the sideburns are tied with a little finger thin braid, embellished with red ribbons, dressed in red like fire, his face is not bad, and his demeanor is full of the graceful posture of the young master.

This young man in red is naturally not a good master, seeing Xia Hong opening his teeth and dancing claws, not to be outdone, he fought back, "Even if you are the biggest in the world, I am still your cousin, if something happens, I will ask my aunt to call the shots and see who loses and who wins in the end." ”