Pure and clear, simple and valuable ivory hairpins, which were originally supposed to be used by men. Such a hairpin may not be able to be bought with money, not to mention that she is penniless. Mo Sheng's eyes darkened, and he quietly pulled off the hairpin and put it in his sleeve.

The sound wants to wipe off the blood stains on the body for the first snow, and a dry person is equivalent to exiting the boudoir.

There was such a mistake, all the maids in Xuelu were imprisoned, and only the pale face of excessive blood loss was left in the side hall, seeing Mo Sheng holding Bai Lu out, she hurriedly greeted her, but Mo Sheng glanced at her left hand, and ordered in a deep voice: "Enter the green ......"

Jin Qing immediately stepped forward and took Bai Lu from his hand.

He has followed Mo Sheng for many years, his master is not a good woman, and he has also cleaned himself, and now he is twenty-one, but he has never married a wife, and he is as cold-faced and cold-hearted as Mo Sheng on weekdays. Only at this moment, the delicate nephrite was in his arms, and his face couldn't help but rise to red clouds.

turned around and was about to go out, but he heard Mo Sheng behind him say wait.

Jin Qing stopped in doubt, and before he could turn around, the figure in front of him flickered, his hands were empty, and the beauty returned to Mo Sheng's arms.

Mo Sheng didn't say anything anymore, only strode towards her room with Bai Lu in his arms, and only then did he slowly put down his flat hand, and subconsciously rubbed his five fingers together, as if he could still feel the residual warmth and sweet fragrance of Shicai.

It seems that it is time to marry a protégé, and the old mother is old and needs to be served. The thought slowly crept into his head.

It was night, there was a storm in the Lingrui Palace, Mo Sheng took this opportunity to pull out a few nails in the outer courtyard, the night was thick, and the faint bloody air was wrapped in the cold wind, sweeping throughout the palace.

The next morning.

The red bronze dragon tripod is full of light smoke, and the smoke outlines the carved gallery and painting building of the Chongde Palace, although the Liang Emperor sitting on the high dragon chair is nearly fifty, but his eyes are bright, and the courtiers all bow their heads and dare not look at them.

Today is the 10-day dynasty, and the inside and outside of the hall are full of people, but everything is in order, and the deliberations are carried out in an orderly manner.

After nearly two hours, the sun was high, everything had been agreed, Emperor Liang swept down slightly tiredly, Lingrui Wang Ning Mosheng's waist was straight, his head was half lowered, and he stood in a pine, while Yan Wang Ning Yanru had his head slightly tilted, his face was sleepy, his shoulders were drooping, in order to facilitate his standing, his feet were very open, he didn't notice the sight from above, and he opened his mouth wide and yawned.

Emperor Liang frowned unhappily and helplessly, his gaze moved to the vacant seat next to King Yan, his eyes narrowed, and only after a moment did he retract his gaze and wave his hand at Qi En, the former head of the imperial palace.

Qi En understood, shook the dust in his hand, and was about to sing the retreat.

At this time, Ke Shouli, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, came out of the queue and said in a loud voice: "The minister has something to do." He saw that King Yan couldn't help but yawn again, and even turned his head to look at him with reproach, blaming him for influencing him to sleep. The blood in his brain surged, and he couldn't help but snort heavily.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, the ministers and the king of Yan are prostitutes" Ke Shouli's words were uplifting. "Last night's Flower Festival, King Yan spent a lot of money in Lingmenglou to raise this year's flower god Qingru, which really ruined the reputation of the royal family."

Emperor Liang couldn't help but hold his forehead, and he was the king of Shenyan again. It seems that if you don't come out to join him every once in a while, you will feel uncomfortable.

There was a thin whisper in the court.

Cai Jinlun, the secretary of the Ministry of War, was standing beside Ke Shouli, the two had some personal relations, and they were going to hold him when he was about to go out, but he didn't expect that although Ke Shouli had reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he acted quickly, and he didn't have time.

At this moment, I can only sigh in my heart.