Chapter 8: Don't talk about being stupid

Mo Qingqing was a little dizzy, her alcohol consumption was worse than her grandmother's house, in the past, in modern times, at most, she drank beer with a drinking accuracy of no more than ten years, but this time she was violently poured liquor by such a large group of people, and if she was not drunk, there would be ghosts.

She slowly crossed to the edge of the railing, the dragon robe seemed a little in the way at this time, she stepped on it accidentally, and almost fell into a, but fortunately the railing was on the side, and her hand grabbed the railing on the side to barely stabilize her body.

But there was still a sound at this moment, and the person on the side tilted his head and looked at her for ten seconds, and it turned out to be Murong Mo leaning against the railing.

She squinted her eyes and glanced at Murong Mo, who knelt down very consciously: "Your Majesty." ”

"No courtesy." She leaned against the railing and turned her back to the stream: "Why doesn't Taifu drink inside?" Isn't the scenery from outside better? ”

Today is the day of the full moon, and the scenery is indeed good.

"The minister is just not good at drinking, Your Majesty, you drank too much." Murong Mo's hand was holding her arm, and Mo Qingqing was restlessly shaking against the railing, and she might fall to the ground at any time.

Mo Qingqing was really drunk: "I'm not drunk, let's go, Mrs. Murong, let's go back and drink." ”

Her calves trembled, her figure was short, Murong Mo couldn't see it well, he pulled her arm, and the sleeve was inadvertently pulled open for a short section, revealing a piece of cream-like skin inside, and on the arm, there was a vermilion mole that caught the eye, and he stopped with his hand, but he still pulled her up.

"Poetry, poetry." There was no one around, and he shouted softly in Mo Qingqing's ear, "Is it poetry?" ”

Mo Qingqing was drunk: "Who is Shishi, eh, Taifu, let's continue to go back and drink, and take the plane to drink." ”

Plane? What is an airplane? Murong Mo didn't know what the plane was at all, his other hand held her waist, and said, "Your Majesty, this is the palace now." ”

As soon as she heard the word palace, she was scared into a cold sweat, and what she said was that this is the palace, and if she continues to talk nonsense like this, the headlines in the neighborhood tomorrow will be the emperor's drunken nonsense.

The ordinary people of the Great Dragon Dynasty can talk about the government, as long as they don't make disrespectful remarks.

She sobered up a little, and the whole person was already leaning on Murong Mo's arms, so frightened that she quickly straightened her clothes, returned to the palace and exchanged a lot of nonsense with all the ministers, and then returned to the dormitory tiredly.

Qiu Yue, who was tidying up the room, asked a very strong smell of wine, she smoothed the folds on the quilt before turning around, and found that Mo Qingqing was leaning on the soft collapse, and her eyelids were already very heavy.

"Your Majesty?" Qiu Yue was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, why are you sleeping here?" ”

"It doesn't matter." She rolled over and closed her eyelids: "Qiuyue, don't bother me." ”

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The next day's morning pilgrimage.

Mo Qingqing walked onto the dragon chair with Hatche, her brain was like paste after not sleeping well all night.

The minister's face below was basically fine, and she muttered to herself, these people really know how to drink.

Her face was not good, but now no one raised her head, so she couldn't see it, among the few people kneeling in front, she quickly found Murong Mo, he was wearing an official uniform, and the expression on his face had disappeared, it could be said that he was expressionless now.

Before he could sit down, he saw a minister kneel down and say, "Your Majesty, the princess of Xuanfeng Kingdom will come to visit in a few days." ”

Mo Qingqing was suddenly frightened by this sentence and didn't hold on to the dragon chair, but fortunately there was a table in front of her to block it, and everyone didn't see her gaffe, she paused for a moment and slowly sat down on the dragon chair.

Xuanfeng Kingdom is only a small country on the side, the territory area is only one-eighth of the Great Dragon Dynasty, and the Great Dragon Dynasty is not much bigger, the pattern is about the same size as the ancient Qin Dynasty in ancient China, and in the north of the Great Dragon Dynasty is the Qiang people, looking at the two countries in the Central Plains.

She had seen all of this in books, but what was the reason for this princess of Xuanfeng Kingdom to come to visit suddenly?

"It's just a small country, it's good to receive it."

Mo Qingqing sat on the dragon chair, to be honest, the Xuanfeng Kingdom is really a very small country, and the national strength is not very good, and the Great Dragon Dynasty is simply an Israel and an Afghanistan compared to it.

"No way!"

A firm voice suddenly came from the hall, and the person who spoke was actually Taifu Murong Mo who was kneeling in front of him.

Several old men behind him stroked their beards, tacitly.

"Wrong?" Mo Qingqing frowned.

"Xuanfeng Kingdom hasn't come to us for a long time, something must happen when he comes suddenly, and Weichen thinks it should be a good reception." Murong Mo said.

His words caused a small commotion below, and she looked at Taifu Xie, who nodded, meaning to agree with Murong Mo's statement.

All right.

"That's it, Shangshu Fan Aiqing, how did the matter go out last time?"

Fan Xian is a scholar and a squire, and he also said that Cangzhou was critically ill last time.

"Last time I sowed a few thousand pieces of silver, how is it now?"

Fan Xian smiled bitterly: "Back to the emperor, last time, Weichen only received seven hundred taels of silver for disaster relief, which is not enough at all!" ”

"What?" Mo Qingqing felt incredible, how could this be like this, she obviously asked Mrs. Xie to watch it, the chance of making a mistake was very small, the only possibility was that something went wrong on the way.

"Forget it, let's wait for three thousand taels." She was speechless, who was so bold.

"No."

It's another inappropriate sentence, you don't have to think about it to know who said it.

"Your Majesty, Weichen feels that this time we should change the way we should change the way we reduce the allocation and increase the allocation of grain, grass and medicines and other things, so that people have nowhere to be greedy." Murong Mo spoke calmly, ignoring the pointing and pointing of the people behind him.

Mo Qingqing looked at Mrs. Xie, who nodded again.

"...... "What do you want her to do, just ask Murong Mo to take her to the morning court."

She was a little upset, and after a few more nonsense words, she announced her retirement from the court.

However, she left Mrs. Xie behind, Murong Mo consciously did not leave, he couldn't leave if he wanted to, Mo Qingqing didn't agree.

"Murong Mo, are you having trouble with me?" These people left, and Mo Qingqing put down the emperor's shelf, "You don't have to go against me everywhere, right." ”

Looking at her like this, it seemed that she was going to devour Murong Mosheng alive.

"Am I wrong?" Murong Mo straightened his official uniform, his eyes staring at Mo Qingqing.

I can't stand it, I can't stand it, Mo Qingqing's heart is crazy, yes, he's not wrong, everything he says makes sense, it makes so much sense that the dog has to stand up and clap his paws and shout It makes sense.

"Then can you save me some face?!" Mo Qingqing's heart collapsed.

To be continued......