"Prince Jing, please, Mrs. Song, little master, please." Kang Yu withdrew his looking eyes and respectfully invited the three of them in.

There was a small oil cart waiting at the door, and after Qingyun took Doubao up, Mu Qingao rode a horse and walked slowly like Kang Yu.

The last time she came, she was brought into Kangjue's dormitory with her head covered, and now she lifted the curtain and secretly looked out, as she thought, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, garden corridors, everything.

After about a quarter of an hour, she finally stopped at the gate of a gorgeous palace, and a maid came to help her out of the car.

I don't know what kind of mood Conjue is in to hold today's dinner.

When the three of them entered, there were only three tables in the huge palace, and seven or eight roaring stoves were placed around it, and the servants were busy going in and out without making a sound, and they did not dare to look at the guests invited by the king at will.

Kang Yu led the three of them to sit at the table, and said a few words to the palace maid behind him, and soon someone brought fresh melons and fruits, and Song Qingyun even saw a bunch of crystal clear purple grapes.

It's really an aristocratic life, she can't help but sigh in her heart, no wonder the world is desperate to get power, with power money will follow immediately, and then there is a drunken gold fan that the poor can't imagine.

She secretly glanced at Mu Qingao, who was sitting precariously, but she was noticed by him at a glance.

He turned his head sideways and asked with his eyes, Song Qingyun couldn't help but ask quietly, "Is there such a material maximization in your palace?" ”

Mu Qingao was stunned for a moment, quickly understood what she meant, and couldn't help but have a smile on her lips.

"When you pass through the door, you can do whatever you want, and what you eat and drink is up to you."

"You are serious, don't get into this without three sentences." Song Qingyun gave him a strange look, and he was also angry, asking him such stupid words.

Pinched up a grape, peeled it off, removed the core and stuffed it into Doubao's mouth, the kid frowned and ate it, and the second one said that he wouldn't eat anything.

"Sour."

Song Qingyun tasted it, it was indeed sour, it was a pity that this kind of grape was not used to make wine.

"Violent heavenly things, just Kangjue's virtue, if there is something delicious, he won't eat it."

She remembered the breakfast she had with him and Luoyin that morning, and couldn't help but complain to Mu Qingao.

"The food here doesn't taste very good, just pick up what you like for a while, and if you can't eat enough, I'll go back and cook you supper."

Mu Qingao was flattered and looked at Song Qingyun with affection.

"Qingyun, don't work too hard, just eat your son, I don't care."

"With me, I won't let you go hungry, isn't it just an extra mouth, it's not bad to be tired."

Unconsciously, the way the two get along has become relaxed and casual, and even the words of conversation are the tedious housework of sesame mung beans around them.

Song Qingyun may not have realized the changes in herself, she likes to chatter about Guo's mother or "Lin Xu Ao" like this in Liujia Village, but she ignores that she is facing Mu Qingao at this time, and "Lin Xu Ao" in Liujia Village is completely different from the one she sees with her eyes.

Soon Kang Jue was carried out, his seriously injured legs were wrapped into big dumplings, and there was no place on his body that was beaten by Lin Xu Ao that did not hurt, which was very funny and ridiculous.

Song Qingyun couldn't help but laugh out loud, causing Kang Jue to roll his eyes.

He half leaned on the collapse, his eyes wandered on Doubao and Mu Qingao's bodies, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, this kid was simply a copy of Mu Qingao, why didn't he meet Song Qingyun first? Let her give her a little doll to play with?

Dou Bao was horrified by him, and drilled into Song Qingyun's arms, leaving Kang Jue with the back of his head, no matter how Kang Jue tempted him, he just didn't show him a straight face.

Accompanying the wine was Luoyin, who first danced a Beihu dance, and then played a rough and bold tune, Song Qingyun had no appreciation for this pastime, and felt a little boring except for polite applause.

Kang Jue vigorously persuaded Mu Qingao to drink, Song Qingyun glanced at Mu Qingao who was drinking slowly with a wine glass, not only was he good-looking, but even his drinking posture was flawless.

This person is very contradictory, sometimes he is flamboyant, sometimes he is like an old cadre of the abstinence department, no matter how Kang Jue persuaded him to drink, he was unmoved, just took a shallow sip, and then said to Kang Jue righteously, "My daughter-in-law said to go back and cook me supper, so I can't drink too much, I'm afraid of stomach bloating for a while." ”

With a "poof", Song Qingyun squirted out the wine in his mouth, and Mu Qingao hurriedly patted her on the back considerately.

"If it's not delicious, don't drink it, I have a jade pot spring there, and Qingyun still likes the wine of our Da Zhou."

If Kang Jue hadn't broken his leg, he would definitely jump over and fight with Mu Qingao, but now he was so angry that he was injured internally, and he shouted Luoyin to rub his heart.

"King Beihu, after three rounds of drinking, you should also talk about some serious things." Mu Qingao took out the contract signed by Mu Qingao before and threw it to him.

"I'm going to add one, and I need your full cooperation."

Seeing Mu Qingao's righteous words, Kang Jue put away his playful expression, picked up the contract and read it again.

"Cardigan? What the hell? Kangjue looked at the last line of words and asked curiously.

"I have already repaired the book to play the imperial court, and the king of Beihu is willing to take out 5,000 catties of wool to pay tribute to the Great Zhou, and my court will send manpower and material resources to help Beihu quickly restore production and stability between tribes."

Kang Jue's expression instantly became cold-blooded and ruthless, he angrily shook off the contract in his hand, if it wasn't for Kang Yu pressing him by his side, he would definitely crawl over and fight with Mu Qingao.

"Lord Jing, are you falling into the well?"

Mu Qingao shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "King Beihu, you are too worried. ”

"Fart, 5,000 catties of wool, I can't even find 5,000 sheep in Beihu now, you have to get rid of all the wool on the sheep to be happy, right?"

Mu Qingao frowned, elegantly took a sip of the wine glass, and said in a clear voice, "Then take all the hair on the sheep, seeing that it is getting hotter and hotter, the sheep should also change into new clothes, the old one does not go, and the new one does not come." ”

"Phew!" Kang Jue was so angry that he vomited blood, saying that there were only 5,000 sheep in Beihu was indeed an exaggeration, but for several months there was a lack of forage, and the sheep were as thin as dogs, and they couldn't get much wool.

"Not five thousand, at least five hundred, right? Beihu is the tributary country of the Great Zhou, I am reluctant to make it difficult, go back to say some good things for the king, you can avoid other tribute, what do you think? ”

Kang Jue gradually calmed down, a pair of feminine eyes looked at the two of them with interest, and a smile hooked up on his lips, "What is the purpose of King Jing doing this?" It's better to speak out and listen, so that this king can also be more knowledgeable. ”

Song Qingyun tugged on Mu Qingao's sleeve and shook his head to prevent him from elaborating.

This scene fell in Kangjue's eyes, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt together.

"Yo, so quickly forgot the meaning of the two of us fighting side by side? Qingyun can't be like you, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is detrimental to yin morality, and you don't want your son to bear these yin debts for you in the future, right? ”

"Shut up!" Song Qingyun was furious, he hated fighting and attacking each other's parents, ancestors and children the most, Kang Jue was a typical scoundrel, and he owed a lot of beatings!

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