Looking at the huge city gate in front of her, Mu Xiaomeow's cute face was filled with a hint of joy.

"Daddy, it's so big." Mu Xiaomeow moved restlessly in Mu Huasen's arms, and pointed to the open gate in front of him with a little finger, guarded by hundreds of soldiers. Many ministers hurried into the city gate with their children, and all kinds of carriages were parked outside the city gate.

"Hehe, let's go in too." Mu Huasen smiled, hugged Mu Xiaomeow tightly, and walked towards the city gate with Mu Yuze.

Along the way, several ministers will greet each other or compliment each other.

"Daddy is not a courtier, why do you know those ministers?" Mu Xiaomeow raised her little head and looked at Mu Huasen suspiciously.

Mu Huasen looked at the hall that was getting closer and closer as he walked, and explained softly to Mu Xiaomeow: "Daddy's father used to be the right arm of today's saint, and he was the general of the dynasty. But he died in a war, and the emperor thought that his father was young and a rare talent, so he made an exception for his father to be an official for a few years. But later, because of your mother, you left the officialdom and became the owner of a villa. Zhilu talked about Mu Huasen's past, and Mu Xiaomeow was not so curious.

As soon as she entered the main hall, Mu Xiaomeow was immediately attracted by everything in front of her.

The splendid hall was crowded with many warblers and swallows, and all kinds of clothes were mixed together, like a rainbow. The dragon chair at the top glows with golden light, and the carved nine-clawed golden dragon looks extremely vivid. Two huge banana-shaped fans are intersected in the upper room of the dragon chair, and the edges of the fans are sewn with gold thread and stitches. Some blue-clothed palace maids were busy serving tea and pouring water for the officials present, and some women were chatting and laughing together.

Soon, Mu Xiaomeow's big eyes were attracted by several handsome men.

The men were richly dressed and sat not far from the staircase where the dragon chairs were placed, each handsome and different.

One of the men was about thirteen years old, with a look on his face that was not of his age. While watching the men next to him chatting, he tasted the fragrant tea in his hand. I once heard rumors outside that the youngest prince of the Jiuhong Kingdom, Bei Mingchen, has a strange personality and rejects people for thousands of miles.

A man looked to be seventeen years old, and his gestures were a little domineering and cold, but the only thing that was unique was that there was a little charm in his eyes. The slightly pursed lips are extremely attractive, and the handsome face can be compared to Mu Yuze. Mu Xiaomeow immediately thought of the second prince that Xiaobi said, Bei Mingshuo.

A man of sixteen years old smiled very boldly. There are some vicissitudes in his handsome appearance, as if he has experienced a lot. Mu Xiaomeow remembered the reason for going to the banquet this time, precisely because of the celebration banquet where the third prince returned from the battlefield triumphantly. And that man must be the Three Princes' Northern Secret Technique.

A man smiled brightly, his childish face full of joy. Looking at the age is also fifteen years old, and his lively and active personality is indispensable for the four princes.

At the end, a man sat gently on a rosewood chair, and the occasional flash in his eyes was not to be underestimated. The slightly outlined lip flap can cause some women's surprises, this is the flower prince, and the oldest prince of the Jiuhong Kingdom.

Mu Xiaomeow tilted her little head and looked at several princes in the distance, her big eyes blinked, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of disdain. It doesn't look as good as Mu Yuze, I really don't understand how a woman likes it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few women secretly watching the princes on the side, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"What are the little wildcats looking at?" Mu Yuze's voice suddenly came from his head, Mu Xiaomeow was startled and looked up. Mu Huasen, who was originally holding him, is gone, and has become the charming Mu Yuze.

Mu Xiaomeow pursed her lips: "It's not that those princes are so ugly, they are not as good-looking as you." The immature voice made Mu Yuze feel good.

"Just a few words to you, I won't pursue the problem of today's robe." Mu Yuze hugged Mu Xiaomeow with a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, looking extremely attractive.

Mu Xiaomeow stuck out her little tongue, and her small fan-like eyelashes fluttered up and down, as if the jelly's little mouth was a little watery.