Outside the main hall, hundreds of officials stood side by side, and the soldiers, dressed in formal clothes, came out in two ways to form a procession.

The staircase outside the long hall is covered with a red carpet, and red palace lamps are hung in every corner of the palace for decoration.

Not far away, a group of people in Haohao Tang Tang marched, the luxurious carriage was inlaid with platinum, and stopped at the bottom of the steps in front of the hall, and the attendants on the side stepped forward to open the door, and soon, a tall figure appeared.

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his inky black eyes swept in front of the hall, and then the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. The golden light hit him, and I saw that his side face was like a halo, handsome but also unfathomable.

His black hair was tied up and fixed with only a simple hosta, the hem of his luxurious robe was lifted, and his feet jumped lightly, and he got out of the carriage. He raised his eyes to look at the tall and luxurious palace in front of him, as well as the hundred officials and the soldiers on both sides, and then his dark eyes slowly flashed with an imperceptible elite light.

At this time, a white-bearded official in court clothes led two people who were also wearing official uniforms to come forward, politely and humbly: "Prince Beiyue, the old man is the prime minister of Dajin, this time His Majesty is ill and can't let the old man come to greet the envoy of Beiyue, I really didn't expect that this time it would be the prince of Beiyue who served as the envoy of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries, which really made the old man admire, the prince of Beiyue has worked hard for a long time, and invited the prince to enter the palace." ”

That's right, the person who spoke was Prime Minister Pan Cheng, this time he was ordered by Sima Mo, and then he led the Imperial Historian and General Lin to greet the Beiyue envoy. Sure enough, as Sima Mo expected, the person who came turned out to be really the prince of Beiyue.

Prime Minister Pan Cheng had already admired Sima Mo's wisdom in his heart at this moment, and the Imperial Historian and General Lin on the side were also like this in their hearts.

Nangong Zhemo, the crown prince of Beiyue, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips were dyed with a hint of a smile, "Since Your Majesty is sick, then I will ask Prime Minister Pan Cheng to greet Your Majesty on behalf of His Royal Highness." ”

"The prince of Beiyue is so hearted, the old man thanked the prince for this, the old man must bring the words, and invite the prince to sit in the palace to rest, the old man has already prepared a drink for the prince."

"The prince is disrespectful." The prince of Beiyue took his hands behind him, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards the palace, and the entourage behind him immediately followed him.

Prime Minister Pan Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at the Imperial Historian and General Lin beside him, and the two of them understood it, and then stepped forward to follow.

Prime Minister Pan looked up at the sky, the sky was blue, and a few white clouds passed slowly, so he sighed lightly. Your Majesty, the argument that you are ill makes the old man too embarrassed, and everyone can see that this is completely false.

After sighing, he flicked his sleeves and hurriedly followed, no matter what, he represents Dajin today, so he must do a perfect job of welcoming Prince Beiyue this time.

After entering the palace, the wine had already been served, and the position of Prince Beiyue was arranged at the bottom of the first place, and the lower right was the seat of Prime Minister Pan Cheng. On the main seat, the seat that was supposed to be Sima Mo was empty.

After Nangong Zhe took his seat, he raised his eyes and glanced at the empty main seat, and the dazzling golden carved dragon looked solemn, adding a lot of color to this palace.

Prime Minister Pan hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that the prince of Beiyue can fight bravely and heroically, and today I saw that the real name is worthy of the name, the old man respects the prince with a cup, and welcomes the arrival of the prince for all the subjects of Dajin." ”

Nangong Zhe raised his glass, raised his eyebrows slightly, his handsome lips pulled up a trace of just the right arc, touched Pan Chengxiang's wine glass, and then raised his head and drank it all.

"Okay." Prime Minister Pan Cheng immediately raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

Outside the hall, the dancers entered the room, the sound of music sounded, and soon there was a sheng song and dance.

......

In the Yongming Palace, the sandalwood incense lingers, the charcoal fire is sizzling under the small stove, the tea on the table is cloudy, and there are two cups in a pot.

Murong Jin held the book in his hand and sat on the chair, his beautiful eyes had already been attracted by the wonderful stories in the book.

Sima Mo held the tea and blew it carefully, his handsome eyebrows were filled in the tea mist, fading away from the cold and hard, but adding a touch of softness. In addition, he is dressed in ink-colored clothes, and there are no other luxurious decorations, which adds a touch of warmth.

Handed the tea to Murong Jin's lips, he said dissatisfiedly: "Take a sip of tea, it's time to take a break after reading a book for so long." ”

Murong Jin took a sip of tea on his hand, then raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Why didn't you let me rest when I was so tired last night?" "Now read the book and tell her to rest.

remembered that she was angry in her heart last night, no matter how softly she begged for mercy, Sima Mo always refused to let her go, not only that, but also punished her more brutally than usual.

Sima Mo also knew that he had gone too far last night, so he coughed lightly: "I promise that this kind of thing will not happen again next time." ”

Murong Jin snorted lightly, then turned his back and continued to read, ignoring him no longer.

Sima Mo was stunned for a moment, and then swore: "If I can't do it, I will punish you with me, how about it?" ”

"Can Your Majesty's words be credible?" He's a repeat offender, and every time he says he won't do it again next time, and the result?

"What I said this time is true."

"So, what you said last time was false?"

Sima Mo flattered: "I will never break my promise this time, if I break my word, I will ......."

"What's that?" Murong Jin turned around and stared at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"I will be at your disposal, you let me go east, I will go east, you let me go west, I will go west, there will be no objection."

Murong Jin thought for a while and nodded: "Since Your Majesty has said it so surely, then I will believe Your Majesty again, but this time, Your Majesty needs to stamp it." ”

"Stamped?"

"In order to ensure that Your Majesty will not break your word, Your Majesty will seal me to believe it." She had been deceived by him too many times, and she was already on guard.

"In that case, then I will stamp it." Sima Mo got up, really took the pen and paper and wrote down the oath, and then picked up the imperial seal and was about to seal it, Murong Jin hurriedly grabbed his wrist and stopped: "I'm just talking." ”

Where can you really let the son of today put such an imperial seal under it, and the words will not make people laugh? She had always known the severity, and what she said just now actually had an element of anger, and she would only say this if she was dissatisfied with the punishment between his bed.

Although she knew that those words just now would never be spread, what if someone heard that she was deliberately going to do so? After all, Sima Mo is today, how dare she really let him stamp it?

"I'm not just talking, I'm serious!" After finishing speaking, Sima Mo broke her hand with the strength not to hurt her, and then heavily stamped the imperial seal.

"Don't!" Obviously, Murong Jin's words were too late.

Sima Mo looked at the holy decree on the table with the imperial seal with satisfaction, and then rolled it up and handed it to Murong Jin.

Murong Jin took the holy decree, helpless at the same time, but felt a warmth in his heart.