Chapter Eighty-Three: Waste is also waste.
Mo Qi looked at the wind for help.
The wind looked at Mo Qi and squeezed his eyebrows, gently opened the folding fan, and deliberately ignored her.
Mo Qi puffed out his cheeks, turned into a small pebble in his hand, and took advantage of Nanchen's reply to Tianjun and threw it at the wind.
"Your Royal Highness of the Beaver Clan, but what do you have to say?" The Heavenly Monarch in the top position noticed Mo Qi's small movements and said with a slight smile.
Mo Qi was embarrassed.
They returned from Qingqiu, and in order to show their benevolence and generosity, the Emperor of Heaven specially set up this reception banquet for them, one is to comfort them for their hard work, and the other is to express their gratitude for sending the princess to marry.
Originally, this reception banquet was nothing, but her master, too virtual real person, specially instructed a little fairy child, as soon as he saw her, he hurriedly ran over to tell her, her master Taixu real person wanted to go to the Antarctic fairy Weng, so that she didn't have to look for him, just find something to do by herself, if there is nothing to do, you can go back to Wanmang Mountain directly.
No matter how Mo Qi stood there and squeezed his eyebrows, he wanted to signal this little fairy boy not to say anything first, but the upright little fairy child didn't understand, and thought that Mo Qi's face was uncomfortable and had some cramps.
Mo Qi could only follow Nanchen and them to attend the banquet specially arranged for them by the Emperor of Heaven first, and then think of a way.
The Emperor of Heaven suddenly spoke to Mo Qi, Mo Qi was stunned and didn't react at all.
Nanchen, who was sitting beside her, moved in front of her to block her, and raised the cup in his hand to the Emperor of Heaven, "Your Highness has worked hard all the way, maybe you can't sit still, why don't you let Your Highness go back to rest first." β
The Heavenly Emperor smiled slightly, and was not angry because Nanchen changed his topic, and said slowly: "It's okay," and said to a fairy at the head of the head: "Qi Liu, you take Your Royal Highness to the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion to rest first, and later, I am looking for her to talk." β
Mo Qi's eyes rolled, so it's okay, as long as he can leave Nanchen's sight, he can figure out his own affairs.
Mo Qi stood up with a smile and saluted to the Emperor of Heaven, "Thank you for the mercy of the Heavenly Monarch, then Mo Qi will retire first," he was slightly stunned, as if he was thinking, and said to the Wind: "Brother Wind, do you want to rest with me?"
The Emperor of Heaven was slightly stunned, and then showed a clear smile, the beaver clan and the night owl clan are very close to each other, so their two clans have been friends for generations, and he still intends to marry the eldest prince of the night owl clan a few days ago, if the second prince of their clan is friendly with the beaver clan, then wouldn't this be the best of both worlds?
Thinking of this, the Heavenly Emperor nodded, "The second prince will go to rest with His Royal Highness first." β
Blizzard was a little reluctant, he sat next to Mo Shu, not tired at all, and wanted to contact Mo Shu more.
But the Emperor of Heaven said so, and he couldn't refute it directly, there was no way, the wind had to stand up and salute the Emperor of Heaven and said, "The wind thank Your Majesty for your compassion." Then he got up and walked to the middle of the main hall, waiting for Mo Qi.
Mo Qi smiled and walked to the wind's side, led by the fairy named Qi Liu, and went to Tianling Pavilion.
Tianling Pavilion was originally a place for foreign nobles to come to the Heavenly Palace to discuss and rest, Mo Qi and the wind followed the fairy named Qi Liu, without saying anything all the way, only occasionally making eye contact.
When they arrived at the Tianling Pavilion, the Fairy Qiliu saluted slightly at the two and said: "If there are only two crown princes in the palace today, so there is no one else in the entire Tianling Pavilion, it is very clean, the two highnesses please, if you need anything, you can summon it at any time." β
The wind shook the folding fan lightly and nodded, and Mo Qi also nodded.
As soon as the Willow Fairy retreated, Mo Qi couldn't wait to pull the wind into a room.
Brushing Wind slapped away Mo Qi's hand holding his arm with a fan, "What are you doing?" β
Mo Qi was a little pained, rubbed his hands with grinned teeth and said, "I made eye contact with you, why did you ignore me?"
"What do I care about you, don't you have that Nanchen Divine Monarch, and you still need me?"
Mo Qi listened carefully to the yin and yang weird tone in the wind words, and laughed out loud, "What are you doing, are you still jealous?" As he spoke, he went to pull the wind sleeve again, pulled him to sit on the chair, walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders and said, "Good brother, what kind of vinegar are you eating, even if I reconcile with Nanchen, aren't you still my brother of the wind." β
Hurricane snorted lightly, "What you said is good, don't you just have some crooked idea to pull me into the water now, so you will call me 'Brother Hurricane' so well-behaved and sweet, what do you usually look like, I haven't seen it?"
Mo Qi grimaced behind the wind, and his hands unconsciously became heavier.
Wind: "Eh, what are you going to do to crush my shoulder?"
Mo Qi hurriedly relaxed the strength in his hand, "No, no, how can it be, Brother Hurricane, you are not very strong." β
Blastwind lifted the folding fan and tapped it lightly on the table, "Is it that I don't feel too strong, or do you not know how to use force?"
Mo Qi clenched his back molars, and behind the wind without smiling, he said with a dog's leg: "Yes, it's that I'm not very good at using force, it's that I'm not very good at using force." β
"Hmm. Hurricane was very satisfied with Mo Qi's answer, and closed his eyes slightly.
This Qiqi, only when there is something to ask him to make a well-behaved sister, usually very fierce, he has to grasp this time.
"Anyway, what do you need Brother Feng to take care of for you?" said Wind while enjoying Mo Qi's shoulder massage.
Mo Qi saw that the wind finally got to the point, and exhaled and said: "Brother wind, you know, I ...... with Nanchen" As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his face as if he was a little embarrassed, and continued: "The two of us, now, well, have the same mind......"
"How do you have the same heart?" Swift Wind pressed the hand that Mo Qi was kneading his shoulder with a fan, nodded, and motioned for her to sit down opposite.
"You haven't told me yet, didn't you plan to forget Nanchen, and pretend to have amnesia for this, why did you go to Qingqiu for just one day, and there will be so many changes?"
Mo Qi picked up a teacup and covered most of his face, his eyes fluttering, "Just, hey, it's a coincidence." β
"Don't want to say?" the fan nodded on the table, "Okay, then my brother won't sit here with you, you can rest first." β
As he spoke, he walked out.
Mo Qi hurriedly put the cup down, got up and pulled the sleeve of the wind, "Eh, I said, I said, you sit down, I will tell you." β
The wind glanced at her, and slowly walked back to the chair and sat down, slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, "Say it." β
γTaishan Mansionγ
Mu Ling walked slowly in the room, adapting to the newly connected jade legs, very flexible and satisfied, and a smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, this glass snow jade is really a wonderful thing." β
"It's good that Yuanjun is satisfied. A black shadow hidden in a corner bowed.
"Heh, I'm very satisfied, what this seat asked you to investigate, how is the investigation?" Mu Ling walked to the chair and sat down, taking a sip of tea.
"Hui Yuanjun, recently, His Royal Highness of the Cangxi Clan and Nanchen Shenjun went to Qingqiu to send off the six princesses of the Heavenly Clan, and now they must have returned to the Heavenly Palace. The black shadow replied.
Mu Ling's expression darkened, his fingers were slightly forced, and the teacup shattered, "Is this the kind of thing this wants you to investigate?" Mu Ling slammed the teacup at the feet of the black shadow, "Qianyu's waste, everything raised is also waste!"
The black shadow is surrounded by a layer of black mist, even if she insults herself, she has to scold her master every time, she really thinks she is something?
"What's the matter?" Mu Ling narrowed his eyes, and his hands were full of golden aura.
The mist around the black shadow immediately dissipated, and then he said with a smile: "What Yuan Jun said, the slave didn't dare. β
"It's good if you don't dare. Mu Ling snorted lightly, "I said before that I would give Qianyu a big gift, and there will be eyebrows in these two days, so you tell him to wait." β
"Yes, the slave will go back to his master. The black shadow finished and vanished.
Mu Ling poured himself a cup of tea again and squinted his eyes, Mo Qi, your good life, I'm afraid it's coming to an end.