Many ministers sighed in their hearts, some of them were pitiful for a long time, but this pity was not worth mentioning in front of interests, and they were more thinking about how to talk to Feng Xin.

Although Feng Xinyu's reputation was bad at the wedding, he couldn't stand the empress's love.

Mu Qingxu on the men's seat pursed his lips, and he couldn't stop feeling distressed in his heart.

He knew the empress's partiality, Feng Zhuohua had nothing to do with him before, and he never paid attention to it.

But now that Feng Zhuohua is already the person on the tip of his heart, how can he not feel distressed, how can he not feel sorry for her?

Thinking about Feng Zhuohua's miserable death in his previous life, Mu Qingxu's distress and anger were even worse, he lowered his eyes and covered the yin owl inside

It was Feng Xinyu who killed her in her previous life, and the few people in Feng Xinyu's backyard are estimated to have also participated in a few, and he will not let go of any of those people.

Prime Minister Masao sensed that something was wrong with his son and hurriedly spoke.

"Qingxu, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Qingxu came back to his senses and shook his head at his father, "Let my father worry, my son just hasn't rested well in the past few days." ”

The prime minister's husband was relieved to see that Mu Qingxu was really fine.

The palace maid was still reporting the ceremony, and the empress just said casually in the back, without much reaction.

After the salute, Feng Xinyu stood up.

"Mother, He Mo specially prepared a pipa song for the mother's birthday, and I hope the mother emperor will allow it."

As soon as Feng Xin spoke, the empress immediately looked over.

"Oh, yes, I have a heart for this kid Mo, so I'm right."

Cui and Mo Wenyan stood up and said in unison with Feng Xinyu.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Excuse me." The Queen's Road.

Cui and Mo Yingsheng followed the little guy to leave and prepare.

Soon Cui and Mo came in dressed in white.

Cui and Mo are the sons of Taifu, who grew up in the fragrance of books since childhood, with a bookish atmosphere, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, calligraphy and embroidery, and is a well-known talent in the imperial capital.

At this time, Cui Hemo, who was dressed in white, was very warm, although he was not as gentle as Prime Minister Fu Mu Qingxu, but he also had a gentle heart.

Looking at the envious eyes cast by many women, Feng Xinyu was proud in her heart.

Such an excellent person admires and loves her wholeheartedly, which greatly satisfies Feng Xinyu's self-esteem.

And Ye Yimu behind her looked at Feng Xinyu's face, pursed her lips, and couldn't help but worry and fear in her heart.

These days, under the use of both hard and soft and various means, his heart has been completely shaken.

Cui Youmo's excellence made him suffer some gains and losses.

The sound of the pipa sounded, and it turned melodiously.

In an instant, it was eye-catching, all the sounds of conversation stopped, and only the sound of Cui Youmo's pipa was heard at the banquet.

When the sound of the pipa stopped, the words of praise came like a tidal wave, making Cui and Moxi's faces flush.

"Good, good!" The empress gave three chores in succession the praise of the ministers.

"It is worthy of being the son of Taifu, with the demeanor of my Fengqi man, reward, there must be a reward!"

One sentence made Cui and Mo frown, and they immediately knelt on the ground, "Thank you, Empress." ”

Fengxin language is also special and honorable.

Only Ye Yimu behind her was clasping her hands, and her face was not good-looking.

He and Choi and Mo are two extreme people.

Cui and Moqin chess calligraphy and painting male workers are proficient in embroidery, and they are a model of everyone's beauty.

And he, everyone knows that he doesn't like piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, male embroidery, prefers dancing knives and guns, and has a big temperament, just like a woman.

The wife seems to like Cui and Mo more, so what should he do.

At this time, after some entanglement and struggle, Ye Yimu still planned to completely forget about Feng Zhuohua and stay by Feng Xinyu's side with peace of mind.

It's just that this time it's no longer like in the plot, Cui and Mo entered the palace of His Royal Highness, and he became the husband of Feng Xinyu.

And Cui was placed under house arrest with Mo and Feng Zhuohua and was unable to attend the banquet.

Later, Ye Yimu thought that he had robbed Cui and Mo's position, and he pitied Cui and Mo, plus Cui and Mo could only be a noble servant at most, so they could not threaten his position, so Ye Yimu also became friends with Cui and Mo, and helped him into Feng Xinyu's backyard.

Now that there is no pity and self-blame, the existence of Cui and Mo still makes Ye Yimu can only be a side husband, how can Ye Yimu like Cui and Mo and befriend him?

With Cui Youmo's limelight this time, Ye Yimu only had jealousy and worry left in his heart.

Mu Qingxu looked at the half time when he sat quietly from beginning to end as if he had been forgotten, and his heart was even more distressed.

He pursed his lips, unconsciously picked up the fruit wine on the table, and took a sip.

After the entrance, he reacted and couldn't help frowning.

He had never touched alcohol in his life, and he didn't know how much he was drinking.

But it's fruit wine, and he's only taken a sip, so he should be fine, right?

Thinking like this, Mu Qingxu felt that his cheeks gradually became hot.

My body also began to be stuffy and stuffy, uncomfortably tight.

"Father, I'm not feeling well, so I'll go out to breathe first." Mu Qingxu said to the prime minister next to him.

Prime Minister Zhengfu nodded, and Mu Qingxu quietly went out.

For a long time, he knew that Mu Qingxu had drunk, and he remembered Jiang Yu after drinking in the first plane.

Banjiu simply found an excuse to go out.

At this banquet, she was like a transparent person, and not many people cared when she left.

Out of the banquet hall, the evening breeze was blowing in my face, and it was a little cool.

But for Mu Qingxu, who is now hot, it is the most comfortable.

Mu Qingxu's mind is a little dizzy now, but he still retains some reason, and he is half-dizzy and half-rational.

He walked slowly, following his own steps, not thinking about where he was going, and just walking.

Banjiu followed slowly behind him at a distance of twenty paces, and did not make a sound.

Mu Qingxu walked into a garden.

Seeing Mu Qingxu's steps gradually staggering, it should be that the strength of the wine has completely come up.

Banjiu sped up his speed and held the person up when Mu Qingxu was about to fall.

Mu Qingxu only felt that he was in a trance, and fell into an embrace with a faint fragrance, and he looked up in a daze.

"Great, Your Highness?" The voice was also a little confused, stupid and stunned.

"It's me." Banjiu Dao, I didn't use the title of His Royal Highness.

Mu Qing looked at it and suddenly smiled.

A pair of peach blossom eyes shine brightly, and the curly eyelashes are like butterflies spreading their wings.

"Your Highness, Feng Zhuohua ......," he muttered.

"It's so pretty!"

After speaking, there was a deflated mouth, with some chagrin and pity, "They are all bad people!" Big bad!"

I don't know who he's talking about.

"Well, bad guys." Banjiu hugged the person in his arms and nodded.

Mu Qingxu smiled, reached out and hugged Banjiu's neck, a drunken red face leaned over, and a kiss fell on Banjiu's cheek.

"Mine!"

After speaking, he nodded his head, looking very approving.

"You can't rob it!" The phrase was whispered.

"Well, yours." Banjiu Road.

The temper was so good that the pick-up was shocked, and he almost wondered if he had been taken away for a long time.

Xu is long-term indulgence has given Mu Qingxu a lot of courage.