"Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said: Prime Minister Mo Jinqian's daughter Mo Youyuan is from a famous family, outstanding in appearance, gentle and generous, worthy of King Li as a concubine. Today, I specially gave marriage to the two of them, and a qiē ceremony was handed over to the Ministry of Rites and the Qintian Supervisor to jointly handle it, and the marriage was completed on an auspicious day. ”

On the main hall of the council, the chief eunuch Jia Lin read the holy decree aloud, and the whole court was shocked.

Legend has it that Mo Youyuan, the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, is not amazing, talented, arrogant, especially since she has not been sick for sixteen years, and the people of Qin Zhaoguo suspect that she is a monster.

Fengyun Continent advocates the art of cultivation, and the nobles who can't build a foundation to cultivate are not even as good as those people who can build a foundation, and Mo Youyuan just can't build a foundation to cultivate. More than 100 years after the founding of the Qin Zhao Kingdom, the people gradually became well-being, and women no longer pursued high-level Xuanqi cultivation.

But failing to build a foundation means shame. A woman who has no mystery, notoriety, and strangeness, even if she has a noble status, no one in those princes, generals, and famous families is willing to ask for marriage, and Mo Youyuan is impossible to marry ordinary people. They all thought that she would die alone, but Emperor Qin would actually issue such a holy decree that simply stunned the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and tomorrow the news will come out of the capital, I am afraid that the entire Fengyun Continent will be shocked.

Prime Minister Mo Jinqian couldn't come back to his senses, and his colleagues around him pushed him and reminded him softly: "Prime Minister, hurry up and thank you." ”

"Uh... Okay..."Mo Jinqian instantly came back to his senses, nodded gratefully to the other party, turned his head and walked to the center of the main hall to look at the high Qin Emperor, he was staring at himself with heavy eyes, gathered his mind and respectfully knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor." ”

Jia Lin twisted his waist and walked in front of Mo Jinqian, looked down at him and said angrily: "Prime Minister, this holy decree has been received, the old slave congratulates the Prime Minister." ”

Mo Jinqian raised his hands and respectfully took the holy decree in his hand and said, "Father-in-law is polite. ”

Jia Lin laughed, **** can still be seen on an old face, his zombie face is really disgusting, and I don't know how much fat powder is smeared on his face.

Only then did the emperor raise his hand with satisfaction and said, "Mo Aiqing is flat." ”

He looked at Jia Lin and signaled that he could retreat from the court, and Jia Lin shook off the Buddha dust and sang: "Retreat~ Dynasty!" ”

The civil and military officials bowed their heads and said in unison: "Congratulations to Your Majesty." ”

Raising his head again, the emperor and Jia Lin had already left, and all the officials came to Mo Jinqian to congratulate him, and after dealing with them, Mo Jinqian felt that his heavy heart was about to breathe.

How could the emperor think of marrying Youyuan to King Li? Who is King Li? That is the emperor's most beloved son, although he has a crippled leg and is in a wheelchair all the year round, but no one among the princes can cross his holy grace, and women who want to marry King Li abound, and this holy decree of Emperor Qin really makes him puzzled.

Mo Jinqian was afraid that his daughter would marry the royal family, so many messages were spread, but in the end he still couldn't escape this catastrophe, he knew this, he should have married this daughter early, now it's okay, he seems to have foreseen the scene of the Mo family being beheaded all over the house, and he suddenly felt sad in his heart.

It was the spring of March, and in the main courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion full of flowers, a girl in pink stood in the middle of the courtyard with a basin of water on her head, and the main house happened to be in front of her. After staring at the direction of the main house for almost an hour, she began to fall drowsy, her body swayed, and the basin above her head tilted so that she woke up instantly, and she was completely sleepy, but fortunately the water in the basin did not overflow.

The girl hurriedly stood up, and looked pitifully at the main house hidden by the brocade curtain, hoping that the people inside would be relieved, and let her put down the basin above her head, and the sun on the sun made her little face as white as porcelain red, and the tip of her straight nose was already fine and dense sweat stains. Her neck is about to break, and her slender willow waist is about to break, who will save her.

"It's so fragrant, Mo Youyuan, your sweat is so fragrant."

A flock of butterflies flew around the girl, her shoulders, her head, and even one perched directly on the tip of her nose. The girl's eyes turned up into cross-eyed eyes and stared at the naughty colorful butterfly and said, "Butterfly, can you not stay on my nose, it's so itchy, I'm going to sneeze." ”

Caidie replied indifferently: "Then fight, don't hold back." I promise to get out of your nose before you sneeze. ”

The girl pleaded helplessly: "I... Yes... Well, what if the water in the sneeze basin overflows, and my mother will be unhappy again? ”

The girl almost couldn't hold back her sneezing, and she snorted her nose uncomfortably, and Caidie's body rose and fell uncontrollably, and it sighed, "Hey~ It seems that you are really uncomfortable, okay, I won't tease you." ”

It shook its wings and flew away from the tip of the girl's nose, and the girl suddenly felt much more comfortable and grinned: "You guys should also hurry up, if you are found by your mother, I will arrest you again." ”

Another butterfly said, "Mo Youyuan is so embarrassed, let's not make trouble for her, let's go." ”

After speaking, it flew away first, and the remaining butterflies flew away reluctantly in turn, and a group of butterflies like a ribbon appeared in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was very beautiful.

"You must be Mo Youyuan, Xiao Ash is really right, you are an unlucky ghost."

Well? Where does the sound come from? The girl looked around, but saw a palm-sized bird with fiery red feathers resting on the branch on the left looking at her with disdain.

The girl steadied the basin above her head and asked with difficulty, "Are you a friend of Little Ash?" I haven't seen it in a long time, is it okay? ”

The bird's glassy eyes blinked back, "Who is that stupid bird's friend?" I'm a noble spirit bird, so I don't have such ordinary friends. We just said a few words and are not familiar, I saw it some time ago, it happened to be shot by someone, and let me bring you a word for the rest of my breath, it thank you for helping it continue its life with spiritual power, but birds have their own lives, they are all arranged by God, it can't escape a dead word after all, so don't feel sorry for it. ”

After the spirit bird finished speaking, she flapped her wings and flew away from the branch, and the girl hurriedly asked, "Hey, why don't you tell me who shot Xiao Ash?" ”

"When is the time for retribution, it's not worth it for a bird..."

The spirit bird flew away, and its sound dissipated in the wind. Thinking of the gray bird, the little gray girl couldn't help but feel sad, the maids who served her had to be changed several times a year, and in the face of those maids who would only grovel, the girl couldn't tell them what was in her heart. Ash has been with her for more than ten years, and every once in a while she will fly to her yard from outside, listen to her, and tell her about strange things she doesn't know outside.

Although she knows the language of all things and is born with spiritual powers, her mother does not let her tell anyone, let alone talk to animals, not even butterflies and bees. If it weren't for Ash, how lonely and lonely her life would be.

"Mo Youyuan, I don't seem to be very happy when I see your father."

"Mo Youyuan, I heard a lot of people talking about you outside, I think you are much better looking than other girls, they actually say that you are ugly."

"Mo Youyuan..."

……

A flock of swallows flew by, looking down at the girls below, they did not stop but slowed down, and after saying what they wanted to say, they flew out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The girl didn't care much about the basin on the top of her head, her father was not very happy, it must have happened to something unpleasant in the early dynasty, this situation will appear every three or five times, who let her father be the head of the hundred officials, and there must be a lot of troubles due to heavy responsibilities.

As for the people in the capital, are there still less discussions? She is not a quiet person, but she is not the talk of their after-dinner business.

Looking at the main house, what she is most concerned about now is when her mother can let her go, even if the sky falls and there is a tall man on top, she doesn't need to worry about a little woman.

When Mo Jinqian returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he ordered someone to go to the main courtyard to invite his wife to come to the front hall, he hurriedly changed his official robe and paced back and forth in the hall anxiously. The subordinates also have eyes, and they are waiting carefully, standing quietly on the sidelines, waiting for the summons.