Coming out of the Dongyan Post House, Su Mao thought all the way, the post house prepared by the king for the princes of the Quartet in order to facilitate the deployment was in one place, and it didn't take much time for Su Mao to walk back to the Nanchen Post House. After seeing that the hour was not too late, he ordered his entourage to go to the gate to see why the prince had not come yet, and before the words fell, Su Cangming came in from outside the courtyard, asked him if he had not eaten yet, and then asked the attendant to pass the meal.

The father and son sat facing each other on the couch by the window, Su Mao said about the soup of the child, and said that he wanted to ask the king of Dongyan what he thought about this matter, but he didn't want the old fox to encourage him to ask His Majesty at the court meeting, and the more he thought about it on the way back, the more wrong it became, waiting for his son to come and discuss, after all, Su Cangming had served in the royal capital for more than a year and was still in charge of the Praetorian Guard.

Su Cangming secretly rejoiced after hearing this, fortunately he came to see his father after handling the affairs, otherwise his father would really ask His Majesty at the court meeting tomorrow, and it would be okay for his father to ask His Majesty about the Nanchen royal family, but I was afraid that my sister would dislike Your Majesty, although it would not be sent to the cold palace and fall out of favor, it was inevitable.

Immediately, he told Su Mao about His Majesty's actions, and Su Mao broke out in a cold sweat when he heard it, and secretly hated Zhao Yu's old fox in his heart.

"According to what my son said, Your Majesty has given Shunzi soup to all the fortunate women in the harem?

Su Cangming replied: "Does my father think that His Majesty is still the first emperor today? The son has been on the battlefield with His Majesty, His Majesty was originally the Great Sima, and after ascending the throne, he did not appoint the Great Sima, and the military power of Dayue is in the hands of His Majesty himself; Father, think about why His Majesty did this?"

"My son is saying that Your Majesty and the girl surnamed Mo have mastered most of the troops in Dayue?"

"Otherwise, how could Your Majesty act like this! Regarding the matter of avoiding the child's soup, the father must not mention it to His Majesty. The son guessed that His Majesty did this because he really loved the Wujun monarch, and secondly, it was also to make the Wujun monarch willing to serve Dayue. The father thought that if the martial monarch gave birth to the eldest son, he would definitely be the candidate for the prince, so that the martial monarch would not be able to smear Dayue's liver and brains?"

"Your Majesty's scheming is really unfathomable! Fortunately, my son reminded me, otherwise my father would only be afraid of causing a big disaster. Su Mao sighed.

"It will not be a catastrophe, but it will surely anger Your Majesty, and now that my son is about to marry the emperor, in the eyes of the world, I Nan Chen can also be regarded as a relative of the royal family, and I am in the same breath as the royal family. Beifeng is a vassal state of the future emperor, Xiyue is the mother family of the future emperor, and the son of Dongyan is the brother of the future emperor and queen; the Jiang family and the Xuanyuan family, the top two of the four major families of Wangji, are all attached to the future emperor and queen at this time. Your Majesty only needs to favor the Wujun monarch alone, Xiyue and Dongyan will not move, although my Nanchen can be regarded as one with the imperial family, how can I compare with the Wujun monarch? Therefore, my father needs to enter the palace tomorrow to persuade my sister, Ah Ruo has grown up spoiled since she was a child, and her son is worried that she will accidentally make some moves to anger Your Majesty, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Su Mao bowed his head: "It seems that my father wants to persuade Ah Ruo to go after the court meeting tomorrow." Your Majesty is indeed far superior to the first emperor, when the first emperor was in power, only one Beiqiang was guilty of a crime, and he repeatedly rewarded and appeased, and now His Majesty has gathered the princes of the Quartet through only two marriages, but I am afraid that Your Majesty is not too ambitious. ”

"That's right! My son thinks that it is not a bad thing that Your Majesty is so proficient in the city, and if Dayue is stable, we are also stable, and if Your Majesty can expand the territory, we will also be indispensable. Father, don't you think so?"

Su Mao stroked his beard with satisfaction: "My father thought that my son had always been cynical, but he didn't want to come to the royal capital for a year to have such insight into the world; “

After finishing speaking, Su Cangming returned to his old image, dressed in red and leaning lazily on the pillow and chuckling: "Father loves to worry, I'm your son, as for the difference?

Laughed and scolded his beloved son a few words, Su Mao hurriedly urged the meal, the father and son talked and laughed, and after the meal, thinking that tomorrow, when the martial monarch arrives at the palace, there should be a dinner banquet, and the princes of the Quartet will settle it early, not to mention.

The next day, the court meeting was very early to discuss all matters and disperse, Mo Zilan and Zhao Shuo led the officials of the Ministry of Rites to the north gate to greet the monarch of Wujun; the people of the royal capital heard that the monarch of Wujun had entered the city today, and gathered on both sides of the street early, and the teahouse was occupied by the nobles. People were waiting while talking about the legends of this martial monarch who was born out of nowhere, after all, she was the first female prince king of Dayue in hundreds of years, and everything about Mo Ziling was talked about by people, and the most talked about was her appearance.

Some people say that the martial monarch can fight well and rush to kill in every battle, so he must be tall and strong, and he must be infinitely strong; some people say that His Majesty loves the martial monarch so much, and he must have the appearance of the country and the city, and his posture is slender; some people say that the martial monarch is stationed in the bitter cold land of Beifeng, and he must not be as white and beautiful as the woman of the royal capital······

Mo Ziyao sat at the window of a teahouse on the side of the street, listening to people talking about Mo Ziling like this, thinking that the position that should have been her emperor and queen was also taken away by her, and she gritted her silver teeth with hatred, and there were blood beads hidden in the corners of her mouth, and she didn't know it.

Han Fang sat opposite Mo Ziyao, dressed in green clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, which attracted the attention of several young ladies in the teahouse from time to time, but he listened to people's discussions, and his heart was both expectant and lost, so he just kept drinking tea and pretending to be calm.

Ji Yuchen did not go to the imperial study after the dispersal of the court, and went directly to the Zichen Palace, and instructed the eunuch to prepare clothes and accessories, and waited to meet Mo Ziling in the imperial study. At one time, he said that the clothes prepared by the eunuch were too formal and he needed civilian clothes, and then he would wear formal clothes at the dinner, and at another time, he muttered to himself: Ling'er must have grown taller, and I don't know if I can gain weight······

The eunuch had never seen His Majesty so restless, and his heart looked up to this future emperor and queen whom he had never met.

At that time, the people on both sides of the street were waiting anxiously, and suddenly heard the cries at the city gate, and they all looked at each other: they saw a group of people and horses coming neatly.

When the first three riders sat a little in front of the horse, a big horse with a black and shiny head, and the person on the horse was dressed in red and hunting; people took a long breath when they looked at her appearance: her face was like the first snow, her eyebrows were like a knife, her eyes were as bright as stars, her nose was straight and delicate, her lips were full of cherry blossoms, her black hair was not combed into a woman's bun, she was tied up into a ponytail high, her long hair hung down at the waist and was soft and shiny, and a strand of hair on her sideburns flew mischievously with the breeze; she was dressed in red, I don't know what kind of fabric it was made of, and it was folded out in the sunlight, the cuffs and neckline were embroidered with gold thread with a group wind pattern, and the black jade belt was tied with a slender waist and a little ink-colored underwear exposed by the neckline echoed harmoniously, but made her look cold and generous in red clothes, which was the martial monarch Mo Ziling.

At this time, she was whispering something to Mo Zilan on the left side of the white-clothed white horse, and the corners of her mouth occasionally turned up, and the purple-clothed white horse on the right was Zhao Shuo, who also smiled and said a word or two from time to time.

Behind them, Li Yan sat on a white horse in purple clothes and silver armor and led the three thousand guards of Mo Ziling, and the banner of the red edge embroidered with the golden phoenix wings totem on the red side of the team was hunting in the wind; although the three thousand guards had traveled thousands of miles, they did not show fatigue, and they all sat on the horses with solemn expressions.

The crowd was silent at first, and then suddenly boiled, and someone rubbed his eyes and said, "It's the Martial Monarch who just passed, right? Am I dazzled by the fact that there are such beautiful women in this world?"

Some people say that it is no wonder that the monarch of Wujun can be crowned king at a young age, and it is rare to see her so magnanimous, and some people say that the monarch of Wujun is so slender how to kill the enemy general······

Mo Ziyao watched Mo Ziling's team walk by from the teahouse, it was the first time she saw Mo Ziling, and when she saw her so good-looking, her heart was surging with jealousy; she thought that she was a stunning city, but she could compare with Mo Ziling to know why Emperor Chen said that he had been concerned about her as early as Xiyue, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she had fallen into the country and the city.

I always thought that she was the daughter of the king of Xiyue, what could she look like if she was trapped in the Moli Palace, lacking food and clothing, and she was not just a yellow-haired girl with yellow skin and thin muscles; I can't help but hate my brother, only blame the incompetence of the spy he arranged to cause them to underestimate the enemy, and now that this scumbag has grown in wings, how can I fight her?

Mo Ziyao's eyes were full of hatred, but she didn't expect the tea cup in her hand to smash on the ground without noticing for a while, splashing tea foam on the ground, and the hem of her purple clothes was stained with tea stains.

Han Fang thought that he hadn't seen Ah Ling for a year, and his whereabouts should be more dazzling, but he didn't want her to be so impressive;

Stunned, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of Mo Ziyao's teacup falling to the ground, and thought that Ah Ling would see Emperor Chen in a while, the two had not seen each other for a year, and Emperor Chen would inevitably not be emotional when he saw Ah Ling, who had fallen to such a point, and his heart ached, and he also got up and left suddenly.

Mo Ziling ordered the captain of the guard to lead the officials of the Ministry of Rites to the Beifeng Post House to settle down, and he took Li Yan and a few followers with Mo Zilan and Zhao Shuo to the palace to face the saint.

Entering the palace, Zhao Shuoling's subordinates led Li Yan and a few people to drink tea in the side hall outside the imperial study, and before the three of them arrived at the door of the imperial study, they saw the eunuch standing outside the door and greeted each other with a smile: "Presumably this is the martial monarch?

Mo Zilan didn't think much about it, but Zhao Shuo secretly laughed at the old fox of the eunuch in his heart; the eunuch was the first person close to His Majesty, when did he ever flatter them so much? Today, he didn't know His Majesty's thoughts because he behaved like this, so he began to be busy talking to Ah Ling.

Ji Yuchen was originally sitting behind the bookcase and watching the folds, as soon as Mo Zi Lingfu walked into the hall, he looked up and froze, until the three of them saluted and greeted Anfang and woke up, and hurriedly got up and left his seat to personally pick up Mo Zi Ling.

After lightly asking Zhao Shuo, knowing that Mo Ziling's entourage and personal guards had been settled, he praised the two of them a few words, and said that there was still a dinner party for the two of them to welcome, and the other three princes and kings ordered them to retreat.

Zhao Shuo held back a smile in his heart, pulled Mo Zilan, who still wanted to say a few more words to his sister, and left.

How could the eunuch not know the emperor's thoughts, and immediately led the attendants to retreat and guard outside the door of the imperial study.

Ji Yuchen saw that everyone in the hall had retreated, and immediately hugged Mo Ziling into his arms and whispered in her ear: "My little Ling'er, you are finally here······

Before he finished speaking, he kissed the longing cherry lips, and let out a low sigh in his throat······