The person who came looked like he was in his twenties, wearing a brocade dress, long boots, and a dragon-patterned jade pendant around his waist, his body was slightly fat, and his facial features were three points similar to Mo Zhao.

Although the other party's appearance was very faceless, Lu Mian still quickly guessed his identity - the current second prince, and the only prince Mo Jiaze born to the emperor.

When Lu Mian and Mo Zhao were in the cold palace before, Concubine Shu asked Lu Mian to take the poisoned clothes that Mo Zhao wore in the cold palace, which was the rest of Mo Jiaze's wear.

Mo Jiaze strode towards Mo Zhao, and soon arrived in front of the two of them.

Lu Mian took two steps back and stood beside Mo Zhao.

Mo Jiaze kept staring at Mo Zhao, but he didn't notice Lu Mian standing on the side.

After walking in, he looked at Mo Zhao and didn't speak, and his attitude was even more wanton: "I haven't seen you for a few years, the seventh brother can't even call the second brother?" I don't know if I will see my father later, if I can't even recognize my father. ”

"Second brother." Mo Zhao's voice was faint, but it seemed that Mo Jiaze was a little domineering and couldn't get on the stage.

Mo Jiaze's expression was slightly cold, staring at Mo Zhao's legs, and when he spoke again, he couldn't help but have a strange voice: "After so many years outside the palace, General Hu Xiao didn't ask a divine doctor for the seventh brother to look at his legs?" I have recently known a doctor with good medical skills, if the seventh brother doesn't dislike it, I will let him go to General Hu Xiao's mansion tomorrow. ”

"Don't bother with the second brother." Mo Zhao lowered his eyes and refused, "I've been used to being in a wheelchair all these years." ”

Mo Jiaze knew that Mo Zhao would refuse, so he was not surprised by this question at all.

The reason why he asked like this was just to poke Mo Zhao's heart.

Mo Jiaze had an even more smile on his face: "That's right, the seventh brother has been in this wheelchair for not nine years but eight years, and he is still a prince in a wheelchair in my country!" Seventh brother, you are simply setting a precedent. ”

Mo Jiaze's words were insignificant to Mo Zhao, and he couldn't even blow the slightest wave in his heart.

Mo Zhao lowered his head, his voice was still cold and indifferent: "Second Brother Xie praises." ”

didn't directly see the injured and humiliated look on Mo Zhao's face, which made Mo Jiaze a little disappointed. He was about to say something more, but the shrill voice of the eunuch outside the hall interrupted him.

"The emperor has arrived!"

The bright yellow dragon robe appeared outside the main hall, and for a while, the civil and military officials and their families who had been gathered together returned to their seats as quickly as possible, knelt down, and saluted the emperor neatly.

Mo Jiaze also walked to the front position and lay on the ground.

In the entire hall, only Mo Zhao sat alone in a wheelchair, which seemed to stand out from the crowd.

The emperor took the concubine who has been favored in recent years to sit in the first place, and then let everyone be even.

When Lu Mian got up, under the cover of Mo Zhao, Yu Guang quickly glanced at the first place.

Concubine Shu's words, Lu Mian had seen it before. The original delicate person, after eight years, no matter how luxurious and moisturized the life on weekdays is, it will inevitably leave traces of time.

The emperor's facial features are upright, and his expression is not angry and arrogant, probably because he is worried about major affairs in the court all day long, which makes him look older than his actual age.

Lu Mian only glanced at it and lowered his head.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a large-scale annual banquet that begins to be prepared two months ago.

The banquet was held in a very lively manner, with various performances being displayed one after another, from the delicate dancers to the most famous troupes invited from outside the court...... At the banquet, the cups were changed, and the guests were very happy.

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Something happened to Junbao Sanyuan today, and it was seriously affected by the mood.

I wanted to finish this chapter, but I really couldn't write it anymore.

A position that I liked very much the year before last, I have been waiting for the other party to retire.

He finally retired this year, and in December last year, he said that he would pass on the position to Junbao.

Today was supposed to be the day to sign the contract, but the other party called, so I didn't have to go.

It was cut off.

The new appointment is a friend Junbao has known for more than ten years.

No wonder she was so enthusiastic about Junbao during this time, and she kept asking about that job a few days ago, Junbao was so happy that she told her everything.

Unspeakably uncomfortable, people's hearts are sinister.

But if it's cut off by a stranger, forget it, it's her.

Yesterday, I asked Junbao on WeChat if he had gone out recently.

Huh!

I was angry all day for this matter, uncomfortable for a day, and my mood was uncontrollable.

Today is the last day of the month, and next month Junbao will have [leave note], even if it is broken, as long as it is not more than four days, there will be full attendance.

So, this time it's really the last time to post a repeat chapter.

Sorry everyone, don't subscribe to the next chapter.

But it's okay to subscribe, because these two chapters will be replaced after tomorrow when it's written, and the number of words is only a lot more.

Sorry, sorry.

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Here's the duplicate:

The person who came looked like he was in his twenties, wearing a brocade dress, long boots, and a dragon-patterned jade pendant around his waist, his body was slightly fat, and his facial features were three points similar to Mo Zhao.

Although the other party's appearance was very faceless, Lu Mian still quickly guessed his identity - the current second prince, and the only prince Mo Jiaze born to the emperor.

When Lu Mian and Mo Zhao were in the cold palace before, Concubine Shu asked Lu Mian to take the poisoned clothes that Mo Zhao wore in the cold palace, which was the rest of Mo Jiaze's wear.

Mo Jiaze strode towards Mo Zhao, and soon arrived in front of the two of them.

Lu Mian took two steps back and stood beside Mo Zhao.

Mo Jiaze kept staring at Mo Zhao, but he didn't notice Lu Mian standing on the side.

After walking in, he looked at Mo Zhao and didn't speak, and his attitude was even more wanton: "I haven't seen you for a few years, the seventh brother can't even call the second brother?" I don't know if I will see my father later, if I can't even recognize my father. ”

"Second brother." Mo Zhao's voice was faint, but it seemed that Mo Jiaze was a little domineering and couldn't get on the stage.

Mo Jiaze's expression was slightly cold, staring at Mo Zhao's legs, and when he spoke again, he couldn't help but have a strange voice: "After so many years outside the palace, General Hu Xiao didn't ask a divine doctor for the seventh brother to look at his legs?" I have recently known a doctor with good medical skills, if the seventh brother doesn't dislike it, I will let him go to General Hu Xiao's mansion tomorrow. ”

"Don't bother with the second brother." Mo Zhao lowered his eyes and refused, "I've been used to being in a wheelchair all these years." ”

Mo Jiaze knew that Mo Zhao would refuse, so he was not surprised by this question at all.

The reason why he asked like this was just to poke Mo Zhao's heart.

Mo Jiaze had an even more smile on his face: "That's right, the seventh brother has been in this wheelchair for not nine years but eight years, and he is still a prince in a wheelchair in my country!" Seventh brother, you are simply setting a precedent. ”

Mo Jiaze's words were insignificant to Mo Zhao, and he couldn't even blow the slightest wave in his heart.

Mo Zhao lowered his head, his voice was still cold and indifferent: "Second Brother Xie praises." ”

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