After all, Empress Xiaoxian has passed away, and she Murong Jin is still alive, in this case, what if Sima Mo loves two women in his heart?

After all, it will be very painful to miss either of the left leg and the right leg, not to mention that Queen Xiaoxian, to put it bluntly, is actually herself.

And she, Murong Jin, is actually eating her own jealousy?

Thinking of this, Murong Jin put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up and left the dormitory. Shortcut all the way to the imperial study, and soon, she came to the imperial study.

Standing outside the door, she raised her eyes and saw Sima Mo, dressed in light-colored regular clothes, on the throne of the golden lacquer carved dragon, reviewing the folds.

Murong Jin stepped on the stone steps, stopped, leaned against the door frame and stared at the man on the throne.

At this time, he seemed to notice a figure standing outside the door, and Sima Mo's eyes that were originally staring at the fold swept over, and he was stunned for a moment.

Murong Jin pulled up a smile and knew that this man was here!

However, Sima Mo withdrew his gaze and ignored her. This time, Murong Jin was stunned.

Thinking of what he would say at noon, he might have been angry, Murong Jin couldn't help but sigh, this stingy man!

Raising her footsteps, she stepped into the imperial study, her eyes rolled, and she suddenly clutched her chest and sighed.

On the throne, the man who was originally pinching the fold for review was suddenly startled, and immediately got up and came to her, stopping her by the waist and hugging her, "What's wrong?" ”

Murong Jin raised her hands and grabbed his neck, buried her head in his shoulders, sniffed the faint ambergris on his body with the tip of her nose, she couldn't help rubbing it, and said in a muffled voice: "It's nothing, I just suddenly feel uncomfortable here." She took his big palm and pressed it to her chest.

Sima Mo's body stiffened for a long time, as if he sighed lightly, and then hugged her in his arms, walked to the throne, and sat down.

Murong Jin sat on his lap, but his head was buried in his chest, and his index finger was circled on his chest, "Today's matter is that I am not right." ”

Hearing this, Sima Mo's eyes flashed, and he followed her big palm to wrap her little hand, "Huh? ”

Murong Jin raised his eyes, "Sima Mo, we can talk about anything in the future." ”

"I've always been good talkers, but you?"

"I ...... What's wrong? ”

Sima Mo was angry, and so far, she has not told her true identity.

"Your Majesty, you hold me so tightly that I can't breathe."

Sima Mo's hand was slightly loose, and he was helpless: "If I die young, I'm afraid I will be angry with you." ”

Murong Jin raised his eyebrows: "That's not good, won't I become a sinner of Dajin at that time." ”

"It's good to know, you will be better in the future and make me less angry."

"That's ...... Then I'll listen to you from now on. ”

Sima Mo's eyebrows finally relaxed, "If you can be like you are like now, and you are willing to talk to me well, it is enough." ”

Murong Jin hugged him back and didn't make any response. I just thought to myself, when did she not speak properly?

Sima Mo sniffed the aroma of her ink hair and asked softly, "Have you eaten dinner?" ”

Murong Jin shook his head.

Sima Mo's face darkened: "You! He wanted to reproach a few words, but he couldn't bear it, and finally he called the little father-in-law outside the door to prepare the imperial meal into the imperial study.

Soon, Nanmu Zhuo was full of delicacies.

Sima Mo took Murong Jin to the chair and sat down, and accompanied Murong Jin to eat together.

Sima Mo pinched the chopsticks, pinched the fish meat on the plate and brought it to Murong Jin's mouth, Murong Jin opened his mouth and bit it, the fish was full and delicious, and the mouth immediately provoked the whole taste buds.

Sima Mo saw that she was eating so deliciously, so he also put a piece in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Outside the hall, the sky is dark, the palace lamp is gradually lit, inside the hall, a pair of chopsticks, two people share, each other with foam.

Beigong.

In the exquisite and elegant palace, Nangong Zhe stood on a high place, looking at the entire palace, which was dyed with a layer of solemnity and solemnity.

Behind him, the entourage stepped over and said respectfully: "Prince, dinner is ready." ”

Nangong Zhe narrowed his eyes: "Ling Shao, fly the pigeon and go back, tell Taishi Zuo to stay put." ”

"Yes."

Retracting his gaze, Nangong Zhe turned around and took a step, sat down in front of the Nanmu table, he poured a glass of wine, and drank it slowly. The candle flame flickered, and the light reflected on his face like a divine eagle, showing the three-dimensional contours of his facial features.

At this time, the retinue came in from outside the door, "Prince, everything has been done." ”

"Hmm." Nangong Zhe put down the cup, and the entourage immediately took the wine jug on the table and filled it for his cup.

"Prince."

"Say!"

"Emperor Dajin pretended to be sick today and didn't attend, and he really looked down on us Beiyue."

Nangong Zhe raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked a trace of arc: "Today he gave me such a big welcome ceremony for Beiyue, which can be regarded as an exception, so can it be regarded as looking down on our Beiyue?" ”

"It's ....... Forgive your subordinates for being stupid. ”

Nangong Zhe squinted his eyes and sneered: "Today he pretended to be sick and did not attend, but tomorrow is the court example of Dajin, I think tomorrow at the court meeting, this Dajin Emperor will personally meet us." ”

"Emperor Dajin pretended to be sick and did not attend, why did he do this?"

"That's Daikin wanting to give our Beiyue a dismissal." Nangong Zhe's dark eyes flashed with coldness: "It seems that this Great Jin Emperor has already known that the Beiyue envoy's identity is special this time, otherwise how could he come to greet us on such a large scale?" ”

The entourage's eyes lit up: "So, someone has revealed the news?" ”

"Perhaps, Beiyue needs to be rectified."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell Taishi Zuo to pull out the five horses and divide the corpses of the thieves hidden in Dajin hidden in my Beiyue, and then hang the head outside the city gate to set an example."

"Yes." The retinue turned and left.

Nangong Zhe's dark eyes stared at the wine glass, and his gaze flashed like a sharp blade, "Sima Mo." ”

......

The next day, at the Dajin Dynasty meeting, I saw Sima Mo wearing a bright yellow crown, twelve white jade beads covering his face, sitting on the throne, Sima Mo was not angry and arrogant.

At this time, after the courtiers knelt down, Sima Mo raised his hand: "Get up, the envoy of Xuanbeiyue will meet you." ”

Gonggong Jiang announced loudly, so outside the hall, Nangong Zhe, who had been waiting for a long time, lifted his robe and stepped into the Jinluan Palace.

Coming to the center of the main hall, Nangong Zhe arched his hand: "Nangong Zhe, the prince of Beiyue, meet Your Majesty." ”

Sima Mo's dark eyes slowly shrank, and his thin lips were lightly raised: "There is no need to be so polite, this time the two countries have established diplomatic relations, and the prince of Beiyue came in person, I am extremely surprised, I wonder if the king of Beiyue is still in good health now?" ”

"Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, my father is in good health." Nangong Zhe wore a red brocade robe today, covered with a gauze of the same color, and the gilded silver capsule and jade belt around his waist were dazzling.

"The king of Beiyue is in good health, so good, come and give him a seat." As soon as Sima Mo's voice fell, His Highness immediately brought a chair over.

Nangong Zhe lifted his robe and sat down on the chair.