Mu Qingyan snorted, picked up the sweet soup and skimmed it, scooped a spoonful, and the round glutinous rice dumplings were white and tender.

The eyelids were raised, and the girl was biting down with her eyelashes open.

"It's delicious." Mu Qingyan ate a sweet circle and said with a smile.

Changning smacked his lips, his expression was not satisfied, "It's okay, your supper in Liaodong is at this level?" She asked, holding up her lamp.

The people in the imperial dining room are all human spirits, because she just returned to the palace and didn't know her taste preferences, and the things she sent have always been decent, so she said that this sweet soup is not sweet or light, and there is nothing special to speak of.

The king of Liaodong County is also a vassal king, and he is satisfied with such a sweet soup.

"The people of Liaodong are simple, but I'm really not good at making these snacks, and I don't have the habit of eating supper." Mu Qingyan explained.

Changning sighed, scooped it twice, and continued to drink the soup.

She was once delicate and expensive, and she was the most honored woman in the Great Chu Dynasty, so she naturally enjoyed luxury, and even the bead curtain in front of the gauze tent had to be made of pearls of the same size, and even one of them was not good.

There is no reason why a bowl of sweet soup is useless.

She took two bites, picked a piece of salty crispy cake among the three pastries, and rinsed her mouth with tea before finishing.

Mu Qingyan pinched the pastry and watched her every move, and only after a while did he take a sip, put down the tea set and continue to teach.

In the middle of the month, Mu Qingyan handed over all the books that were going to be left for Changning.

The night was dark, and it was inconvenient for him to stay long.

"Tomorrow is the day of the competition, I heard that His Highness has changed a lot of rules, and everything in the venue is ready?" He asked.

Changning: "It's a matter of national decency, and the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites are quite attentive." ”

She didn't mention Zheng Anhou's party, and Mu Qingyan also knew that this party was unusually quiet in this matter.

But most of the quietness is usually ready to go.

Mu Qingyan: "The star map is treacherous, Your Highness should pay more attention." ”

Yin Qiao put on a red cloak for Changning, and the girl looked at him: "Thank you, sir, for your teaching." ”

Mu Qingyan's perfect lips buzzed slightly, and finally raised: "Your Highness, go slowly." ”

"Farewell." Changning clenched his fists and turned around, and the pink and white hibiscus on the fiery red cloak bloomed in the night along with the clothes.

Yin Qiao turned back with some regret, and finally left with Changning in his arms.

"Your Highness, the slave and maid look at the king of the county and seem to treat you with-"

"Yin Qiao," Chang Ning called out, interrupting Yin Qiao's words, "Don't mention this again." ”

"Yes," Yin Qiao bowed.

Changning paused, looked back into the distance, and there was still a figure standing on the stargazing platform.

The night breeze blows, and the hairband flutters, like a fairy.

"The king of the county is a wise man," she said, staring at the figure, "I treat him unintentionally, and he will not bother me with him everywhere." ”

Yin Qiao pursed his lips.

How does she feel that after today, the king of the county can't let go.

Changning turned around and boarded the sedan chair.

"I will repay the grace of stargazing."

The gentleman recognized by the Holy Princess of the Prison Country is of course no longer as simple as a three-year tax reduction.

Changning got up in a sedan chair, and Mu Qingyan also returned to the temporary mansion in Chang'an City, and learned a news in Zhuang Gongzi's sighing and bitter entanglement.

"The rumor that the contest was the eldest princess's choice of a son-in-law was released by the Turks."

Mu Qingyan's expression was unmoved.

This matter is in her favor, so why should he stop it.

"You didn't think about it, in case that kid surnamed Cao didn't fight and lost this competition, and you didn't go, didn't you want to give up Hongluanxing to those Turkic barbarians? Tsk, isn't this cheap, that kid? ”

Mu Qingyan glared at him, "So? ”

Zhuang Gongzi grinned, and took out a piece of paper from his arms as if he was juggling: "Look, how thoughtful you are as a brother, Yan Qingmu, how about it, the fake name has been made up for you, it's righteous enough." ”

"When the time comes, you will go there, if the person surnamed Cao can win, you will abstain, if you can't win, you will swish, right?" Zhuang Gongzi danced and gestured with archery, "What four arrows in a row, it's too easy for you." ”

Mu Qingyan took the post, which said that his serial number was twenty-eight, the color of the arrow was blue, and there were detailed regulations such as the location of some competitions.

"She really put a lot of effort into the design and designed it perfectly." Mu Qingyan smiled.

In this way, how can Cao Yu say that he failed.

She opened her heart to him, trusted, and understood all to Cao Yu, how could she not know what Cao Yu's skills were.

This time, it was the stage she created for Cao Yu.

"As long as Cao Yu wins the championship, she will be able to ask for marriage as she wishes, and maybe there are other means to help Cao Yu earn military merits and fulfill his prestige." Mu Qingyan's voice was light, but his face was wooden, and he was no longer fluttering like a fairy.

Zhuang Gongzi licked his lips: "Don't do your best to be ambitious...... Ay! What are you doing! ”

He finally took back the post from Mu Qingyan.

Two-cut.

"I'm not going." Mu Qingyan said, turning around and entering the house.

In the night, the back is a little gloomy.

Zhuang Gongzi watched him go away and threw away the post a little boringly.

After a while, two string vibrations came from the room, and in a moment, the sound of flowing water flowed out and merged into the night.

"Hey, you boast of being a plum wife and a crane, far away from the red dust, but you are still not carefree enough in the face of love, not enough to be carefree." Zhuang Gongzi sighed and thrust the folding fan into his waist, "No matter you, master, I'm free, I can snatch it home if I like it, and I don't care about him so much." ”

The sound of the piano shook, and it turned sharply.

Thousands of troops crossed the river, the waves crashed on the sand and gravel, and the wind was choppy.

Zhuang Gongzi seemed to have a spring on his buttocks, jumped up, and seemed to run out of the yard to escape.

Whoosh.

He had just planted a few bamboo poles in the place where he had landed, shaking the blades in the wind.

At dawn, some servants took away these bamboo poles.

Mu Qingyan really didn't go out as promised.

Changning arranged the martial arts competition on the street in front of the imperial city gate, which is the largest open space in the city, to be exact, it is a school field, and it is the place where the emperor reviews the soldiers who have returned triumphantly.

"When my grandfather triumphed, was he also in this place to accept the gaze of my father?" Changning asked.

Honglu Siqing hurriedly lowered his head, but he didn't hear it.

This is especially true for those on the sidelines.

Changning doesn't blame them.

"Okay, is everything arranged?"

"It's all arranged, a total of seventy-nine people have signed up, of which sixty-eight are our Great Chu warriors, and the other eleven are Turks, one of whom is a Turkic prince."

"This number is not a coincidence." Changning asked.

Honglu Temple's face was a little ugly: "It's a coincidence, the Turks heard that we have seven people in each group, so they ......."

Changning raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

They sent people to keep an eye on it, and every time the sixth Chu person signed up, they sent a Turkic to sign up, so they reported eleven groups, and in the end only two more people were registered, and they said...... said that their prince can be ten with one, so the other two can not be counted. ”

"Arrogance!" The Ministry of Rites Shangshu was so angry that his beard blew up.

This Turk is also unsightly!

"It's time to remind them who is the one who is suing for peace."