Self-study is in a good mood and is preparing for Haotian's itinerary.

Su Suyi, who was holding her breath, destroyed many precious flowers and plants in her mansion.

This must have been planned for self-study, and Mu Feng stopped her at the beginning, and today she lost control of the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce, and her years of hard work were ruined.

The news of the sudden plague came from the witch doctor clan, and the person sent to Yuqin did not reply, and now even self-cultivation dared to do such a thing to her.

One by one, they almost ruined all her inheritance.

"Isn't that little girl Haotian going to be Fengjun? Self-cultivation will definitely go to that girl, this is our chance, when I want him to come back, there will be no place in Kangping. ”

The tender petals in Su Suyi's hands were crushed by her.

"That is, Moqing and the loss of power, the Haotian Dynasty has changed the dynasty, I want to see if the kings of this world are all as ruthless."

The white clouds and dogs in the capital of Kangping Wang, but the Haotian King is a completely different scene, the children of the marquis from all over the country have rushed to the royal capital, and the portrait of Haotian who is expected to become the candidate of Fengjun has been passed on again and again, and the dignitaries and nobles hope to choose one from the unsuccessful nobles to their daughters.

There was a lot of noise outside, but inside the house was full of gloomy clouds.

Meng Jun pouted and sat aside.

"Childe, why do you want me to go?"

Jimo Qinghe asked Meng Jun to participate in the Fengjun election, which was beyond Meng Jun's expectations.

"There are too many people."

Ji Mo Qinghe said indifferently.

The flat election, evaluated by Taichang Temple, only those who are good at martial arts can participate in the palace election, but with the identity of Jimo Qinghe, he will naturally not participate in this flat election, and he is still a missing person.

"Childe, you will enter the palace and appear in front of the king, you and the king are in love, what is the need for this Fengjun......"

Meng Jun said.

Ji Moqing and Hook Lips glanced at him.

"She likes it."

“……”

Meng Jun gasped.

"Zong Feng is not here."

Jimo Qinghe added another sentence.

"Then, then I'm not a noble kid, and I don't come from the court."

"Lord Meng Jun, the prince has already helped you prepare, and the patriarch Bu Siwei, who enjoys his old age and is idle at home, you will preach in the name of his grandson."

Yidong "intimate" reminder.

Meng Jun only knew what it meant to lift a stone and hit his own feet at this time, and Gongzi asked him to come to Haotian, and this was the thought.

In Futu Mansion, Mo Liangjun poured bitter water while eating snacks.

"I haven't been so busy for years, alas......"

As he spoke, he took another bite of the cake in his hand.

"Isn't this what Lord Mo has always wanted?"

Futu smiled and beckoned the servant to a plate of snacks.

"That's right, by the way, I'm here today to say your son."

Mo Liangjun took a sip of tea.

"The king said that Fu Xian was too young, and he would raise him for another two years."

Fortu nearly choked on this.

"Again, two more years?"

"Also, when you reach the right age, you will personally choose a good marriage for him."

Mo Liangjun continued.

Fortu let out a long sigh of relief.

"Lord Mo, you scared me to death by saying half and half of it, didn't you just let Fu go first, I also think he is too young to be worthy of the king."

"I don't think the king likes younger ......"

Mo Liangjun finished eating the last piece of cake in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up.

"Master Fortu, then I'll go first."

Futu also stood up.

"Master Mo, I heard that Lord Zheng Xize and Lord Zheng also participated in Fengjun's selection?"

Fortu asked tentatively.

"Yes, he said that it was for the king to eliminate some people who are not qualified to fill up the numbers, you also know, our flat election is an elimination system, and the children who participate in the equal election ask each other's questions, if they can't answer, even if they are eliminated, in Haotian, there are a few people who can compete with Zheng Xize's words."

Mo Liangjun explained.

"I see."

Fortu nodded thoughtfully.

"Then, Master Mo walks slowly."

"Let's go, what are you doing......"

Mo Liangjun complained, but he didn't know how happy he was.