When he came to the Jinluan Palace, all the civil and military officials in the hall had arrived, and he saw Mo Yufeng automatically opening the way and saluting, and Mo Ling stood in front of him with him, waiting for Mo Yulie's arrival.

Side by side with her are Mo Heng, Mo Yan and other princes and princesses.

glanced at Mo Yan, and Mo Ling's eyes almost fell out in shock.

I haven't seen Xiao Chubby Dun lose weight again for a few days, the original baby fat has disappeared, replaced by hard facial features, the original squinting eyes have become bright eyes, the Michelin-like fat has all disappeared, and the body is strong and straight.

At this time, he was dressed in a dark golden python robe, with a jade crown and bundled hair, and he was quite handsome.

Especially the pair of peach blossom eyes, carved out of the same mold as his imperial uncle, their family is simply ancestral peach blossom eyes.

Mo Ling was dumbfounded, walked to his side in surprise, and swallowed his saliva, "Big brother, what are you stimulated, why can't you think about it so much, you're about to lose weight into a bamboo pole..."

And he seems to have grown taller again, nearly one meter seven tall, which is indeed a bit like a bamboo pole.

Mo Yan was angry and happy after listening to it, is there such a boast of a little shrew!

But seeing her surprised appearance, I felt very happy, touched my hair with a stinky fart, and said, "Brother Jun, see if you still call me Little Fat Dun in the future!"

In order to lose weight, he doesn't touch meat every day, he is about to become a herbivore, and he exercises every day, and he never wants to go through the hardships a second time.

It's like hellish weight loss, of course it's thin!

"How did you lose weight?" Mo Ling was very curious about this, Xiao Chubby Dun loves meat, how can he honestly not touch meat food, and he has been fat for more than ten years, how long has it been like this, it's not scientific!

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, flicked the non-existent dust on his clothes, and then glanced at Mo Ling, "If you beg me, please let me tell you." ”

Mo Ling hung the dead fish eyes and said "hehe" twice, thin is thin, but this arrogant stinky problem has not changed at all.

Rewarded him with a roll of the eyes, "Dead fat bamboo!"

The smile on Mo Yan's face froze, "What do you call me?!"

"I used to be fat, but now I'm thin, what's not called Fat Bamboo?" Mo Ling shrugged innocently.

"You little shrew!" Mo Yan roared in a low voice, the small flame in his heart rose slowly, and every time he talked to this little shrew, he could vomit blood!

"It's not funny, come and hit me..."

Di Tianjue stood not far away, looking at Mo Yan, who was angry, but he didn't dare to attack, and threw sympathetic eyes at him, seeing what the child's anger had become, in case he was stimulated and wanted to overeat, he would go back in fat...

For Mo Ling's fancy nickname, there is a faint sense of powerlessness in my heart, thinking that this is how his sullen snarness came from...

But I got used to it when I listened to it, after all, this is the girl's affectionate name for him.

Thinking of the three words "dead fat bamboo", I couldn't help but recall what Mo Yan looked like before, and silently glanced at his current appearance, and nodded to himself.

Well, it's really very much in line with the description of Fat Bamboo.

Here Mo Yan scolded Mo Ling a few times, but every time she was killed by her, she couldn't walk to Mo Yuduan's side, pouting her mouth with her hands around her chest and sulking.

Mo Ling smashed his mouth twice and returned to his place, the young man's combat effectiveness is not good, he has to practice, in case he gets married in the future, the backyard is full of shrews like her, ahh

You have to practice in advance, sharpen your mouth, lay a good foundation, and prepare for the big drama in the backyard every day in the future.

But...

glanced at Mo Yan, who was still staring at her, and suddenly became curious in his heart, Xiao Chubby Dun is also a handsome guy now, he has a long figure and pleases women, and he is the prince soon after, I don't know what his wives will look like in the future.

I don't know what kind of women can accept this dead tsundere.

During YY, the eunuch said: "The emperor has arrived!" pulled her thoughts back to reality.

Hurriedly followed everyone to salute, "See the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

Officials: "See the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Mo Yulie took Li Mengying and Sun Rongrong, the mother of the noble concubine Mo Heng, from outside the hall, and the three of them walked to the high platform and took their seats, Mo Yulie raised his hand, "Zhong Aiqing is flat." ”

"Emperor Xie!"

Waiting for everyone to get up, Mo Yulie began to speak officially.

Mo Ling followed and got up, his eyes looked at the upper position, and when he saw Su Yao, he couldn't help but be stunned, why did Sun Rongrong come?

In ancient times, women could not be officials, the Jinluan Palace was a place for the ministers to discuss political affairs, in addition to entering the palace to the Jinluan Palace, there were annual sacrifices, a small number of palace banquets, and women were not allowed to enter the palace at other times, even if it was the queen.

In my memory, almost every year the sacrifice is the emperor's aunt who enters the palace alone, and the other concubines rarely have this honor, and even Sun Rongrong has entered the palace only a handful of times.

Why did you come with it this year?

You must know that the sacrificial activities are the highlight of the year, and being able to accompany the emperor into the Jinluan Hall to worship and be bowed by hundreds of officials is not only a great honor for the harem woman, but also shows that the emperor's favor is enough for that person to show off in the harem.

looked at Sun Rongrong, at this time her face was full of unconcealable smiles, and her eyebrows were full of smugness.

looked at Li Mengying again, although she was also smiling, looking like a mother, but the smile on her face was faintly stiff.

Sighing slightly, Mo Ling moved her eyes, Aunt Huang should be very uncomfortable in her heart, on such a grand occasion, her rival was actually there.

However, what means did Sun Rongrong use to make Uncle Huang agree, Uncle Huang spoiled Aunt Huang, it was impossible for her to embarrass her at such an important moment.

and Uncle Yihuang's temperament, he doesn't seem to be a person who will compromise easily.

This thing... It seems to be greasy!

What also makes her strange is that Xie Rong's downfall is equivalent to cutting off an arm for Sun Rongrong and Mo Heng, without Xie Rong's support, and now there are only a handful of ministers in the court who support Mo Heng as the prince.

But Mo Heng and Sun Rongrong acted as if nothing had happened, and they did whatever they wanted, and they didn't seem to pay attention to it at all.

Is it pretending, or has he found a supporter who can make Mo Heng take the position?

In order to prevent Mo Heng from making small moves in secret, she asked the sullen to send someone to keep an eye on him, but according to the secret guard, he has been honest and has not made any movement except for sleeping with women.

Mo Ling lowered his head and pondered, for a prince who was bent on ascending to the throne, this thing was too abnormal.

After all, next year, Xiao Fat Dun will sit on the throne of the crown prince, as long as he is a prince, he has already begun to move, let alone Mo Heng.

This thing... It's greasy!

After Mo Yulie finished speaking, he began to sacrifice and sweep the tomb with a sentence, which brought back Mo Ling's thoughts.

followed the officials to salute, and then followed Mo Yulie out of the Jinluan Palace, and got into a carriage to go to the place of sacrifice.

The place of worship is adjacent to the Hunting Mountain, where the ancestors who have driven the crane to the west for more than 300 years, and the people of the royal family, as well as some generals with great achievements, are not allowed to enter the Huangling Mountain.

Most of the people led by Mo Yulie went to Huangling Mountain, and the people who passed through the streets knelt down and shouted: Long live my emperor!

About half an hour later, he came to the foot of Huangling Mountain, the carriage stopped, Mo Ling got out of the carriage, and looked at the mountain.

The snow on the trail leading to the mountain is cleared on both sides, and the trees are hung with ice branches, making for a picturesque view.

But for some reason, it was the first time she came to this place, and her heart inexplicably rose with awe, which was involuntary awe.

When the officials came to Huangling Mountain, their expressions on their faces also became solemn, and they stood in place without saying a word, waiting for Mo Yulie's instructions.

Mo Yulie didn't say anything, just nodded towards the prince and princess.

The princes and princesses saluted, and then walked to a few cushions not far away, Mo Ling nodded to Mo Yufeng and the three of them, and raised his feet to follow them.

This is the tradition of sacrifice, the prince and princess and the county lord and other royal juniors, all the way from the foot of the mountain to the tomb, every mile to perform a bow ceremony, in order to show the mourning and respect for the ancestors.

At present, there are a total of seven juniors in the royal family, plus eight people from Mo Ling, and several of them walked to the cushion and knelt down together, and then bowed respectfully to the mountain three times.

After kneeling down, he got up and walked forward to the next kneeling place, and most of the pairs, led by Mo Yulie, followed behind Mo Ling and a few people.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is a total of ten miles, that is to say, a total of ten times to kneel, Mo Ling will run every morning, it is not difficult for her to have good physical strength, the princes have martial arts, and it is also a trivial matter for them.

But a few pampered princesses, it was a difficult task for them, and the three princesses were already tired and out of breath after walking three miles.

After kneeling for the fourth time, she approached an emaciated man and whispered, "Third brother, are you okay?"

This is Mo Jin, the child of Concubine Qing, who is good friends with her imperial aunt.

Mo Jin is sixteen years old this year, frail and sickly since childhood, spending almost every day in bed, three meals a day is inseparable from traditional Chinese medicine, is a famous medicine jar of the royal family.

Shili is comparable to hellish torture for a person who is not in good shape and has been bedridden all the year round, and her imperial uncle also said that let Mo Jin stay in the palace to avoid kneeling, but he said that this is a respect for the ancestors, and it is inevitable that he will insist on coming.

Mo Ling looked at Mo Jin with worry in his eyes, he and her mother had the same bookish atmosphere, full of indifference to fame and fortune, except for Xiao Chubby Dun, this is her favorite brother among the six princes and princesses.

At this time, in the cold winter of Layue, Mo Jin's face was actually dripping with cold sweat, he raised his hand to wipe it away, gasped for breath, and smiled at Mo Ling, "It's okay... Ahem..."

When the cold wind entered his throat, he couldn't stop coughing, obviously his lips were white, his face was as pale as paper, and his emaciated body seemed to fall down when the wind blew, but he didn't mean to retreat, and he still walked with difficulty.

"Third brother, I'll help you. After speaking, Mo Ling took his arm and walked forward with him.

Mo Jin put gravity on Mo Ling slightly, coughed twice, and said helplessly: "The third brother's body is useless, and he is tired and out of breath after just a few steps, which has affected you..."

"What did the third brother say, don't say that in the future, you are my brother, shouldn't you!" Mo Ling said and put his cloak together.

Xiao Moling used to go to the palace to play with Mo Jin when she was fine, and in the picture in her memory, Xiao Moling seemed to have changed in the face of Mo Jin, and she was always naughty and mischievous, and she also had quiet times.

Obediently sat at the head of his bed, listening to him talk about the Four Books and Five Classics, which she hated the most.

Those warm pictures, Mo Jin's low and slow reading voice, still linger in my mind.

It seems that he has a kind of magic, and facing him can always calm people down, and make people feel a sense of quiet time.

She accepted those images, so she especially liked this bookish teenager.