"Let me take a look at the Danqing of the ink phase." Seeing the pen in Mo Xichen's hand, Hua Qianyan came over curiously, wanting to find out what this famous young prime minister had painted her.

"Wait, it's not done yet." Mo Xichen said coldly, his hand rose and fell, and a delicate seal was printed in the upper left corner of the painting, but there was no inscription poem, empty, uncomfortable, and Mo Xichen did not look like he wanted to write a poem at all.

"It's ugly." Looking at the portrait that Mo Xichen painted himself, the flowers frowned, and the more he looked at the portrait, the more dissatisfied he became, and he did not hesitate to make an evaluation, overall, this painting is okay, there are appearances, there are cherry blossoms, there are cherry trees, there are people, people have noses, mouths, and eyes, but-

This look is too much, it's not like what she has with Miss Hua Er, a whole nymphomaniac.

"This is a god, you know what." Mo Xichen put away the scroll very calmly, "It's not too early, let's go have lunch." Mo Xichen took the scroll and walked to the pavilion not far away, without even looking at the flowers.

Hua Qianyan was confused, this ink was hot and cold, why didn't anyone say it, the information was wrong, there was a mistake, this stinky temper, only she Hua Qianyan could settle it.

So, the first lunch of Lord Mo Xiang and Miss Hua Er was spent in silence, and after lunch, Mo Xichen sent Hua Qianyan back to the Yongle Hou Mansion as a gentleman, maybe there was really something, and even the carriage left in a hurry.

The next day, Mo Xichen personally visited and talked to Hua Yong about getting married, Hua Qianyan listened to the grapevine news of the drizzle, so she couldn't wait to go behind the screen in the hall to eavesdrop, listening to Mo Xichen's face did not change, as if he was talking about business, Hua Qianyan was angry, this guy, are you studying getting married, or are you talking about state affairs! Who is it to show with a stinky face?

Hua Qianyan is the more she looks at Mo Xichen, after all, she is a noble girl of the Houmen, although sometimes she is arrogant and domineering, since she was a child, Hua Qianyan also knows that now is not the time to mess around, and she doesn't want to ruin the good marriage because of her own breath, although it is, Mo Xichen's ice cube is a little bit, but overall it is still good.

Looking at the woman behind the screen, who was as far away as the wind, the corners of Mo Xichen's mouth unconsciously hooked up a trace of beautiful arc.

"The holy decree has arrived, and Yongle Hou has received the decree." The eunuch's sharp voice came from afar, Hua Yong and Mo Xichen glanced at each other, I don't know why, because they wanted to interpret the holy decree, Hua Qianyan also had to return, and I don't know why, Zhao Gonggong, who announced the decree, had to come out.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Yongle Hou Huayong's second daughter is poured, dignified and virtuous, show off her wisdom, and even win her heart, seal the concubine, give Weiyang Palace, enter the palace after three days, and admire this."

The decree was decreed, and everyone was stunned on the spot.

"Chen Huayong took the order." Yongle Hou, who has been in the court for many years, was stunned for a sudden experience, took the holy decree hard, got up, and asked the maid to serve tea to entertain Zhao Gonggong, and asked: "Zhao Gonggong, the little girl has already made a marriage with Mo Xiang, why did Your Majesty move?" ”

"The grace of heaven is unpredictable, and the miscellaneous family still has something, so I will leave first." Obviously, this Zhao Gonggong is not ready to say more.

"Father-in-law Zhao, it's never too late to take a sip of tea and leave," Hua Yong hurriedly pulled Father-in-law Zhao back, and stuffed a piece of jade pendant into Father-in-law Zhao's sleeve without a trace.