Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 81 A Yan, speak human words
Regardless of whether it was the previous life or the present life, the process of Qianping Shangyuan Palace Banquet has not changed much. It is just that those who arrive early have more greetings, and those who arrive late have to be seated before they can say a few words.

After everyone was ready, the food was served, and the song and dance was served—the song and dance was the same every year—so noisy and noisy for an hour and a half, and then they said goodbye and went back to their respective homes.

Mu Xici covered her lips with her hands, and yawned lazily. She really wasn't interested in the singing and dancing in the field, and she had to put on airs, so she couldn't move carelessly.

"Ah Ci, are you sleepy?" Mu Xiyin saw Mu Xici yawning from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help lowering her head slightly. The latter nodded slightly after hearing this, "A little bit."

The same dance, she would feel bored after seeing it twice, not to mention that Qian Ping has performed these songs and dances for more than two years.

"Be patient a little longer." Mu Xiyin's eyes were full of love and pity, and she raised her hand to touch the top of the little girl's hair, her voice was extremely soft, "It's almost the end of the month, and this palace banquet will be over soon, let's bear it for a while longer." In about an hour, you can go back to your residence."

"Okay." Mu Xici pursed her lips, and reluctantly agreed. She didn't want to sleep that much, but she was eager to seize an opportunity after the meeting and threw her good cousin Mu Shiyan directly to Mo Shuyuan's body.

"Good boy." Mu Xiyin laughed, and couldn't help reaching out to rub her head again. She thought the little girl was dissatisfied with having to wait half an hour longer in the palace, so she couldn't help laughing.

Her sister... did she misunderstand something?
The corners of Mu Xici's lips stiffened slightly after being rubbed on her head, and she always felt her scalp tingling for no reason when she heard Mu Xiyin's suppressed laughter.

Sure enough, girls are the most puzzling things in the world.

Master Mu looked up at his elder sister with a complicated face, and then quietly wrestled with the plate of crispy meat on the table.

She stayed in the Taoist temple for a long time in her previous life, and she didn't like to eat meat on weekdays, but perhaps when she was reborn and growing her body, she had a lot of interest in these meat, fish, eggs and milk in her life.

Mu Xici and Xiao Surou are fighting for hundreds of rounds, while Mo Junli, who has been observing her expressions and movements, raises his eyebrows slightly. He can see that the little girl has no interest in the singing and dancing in the palace. , and also felt the faint anxiety and irritability emanating from her body.

Thinking about it, this palace banquet "said" that he would let Second Miss Namu be a monster twice, and then take advantage of her to be a monster and push it to his fifth brother. She didn't see her face to face, so she would be surprised if she was not in a hurry.

Sure enough, at a time like this, he had to be on stage.

The young man lowered his eyebrows, his lips curled up slightly, then he brushed off his clothes, got up with a flick of his sleeves, and bowed his hands towards the high position: "Old... father."

Good guy, almost called an old man.

Mo Junli bit the tip of his tongue, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, blaming him for not getting used to it, and almost yelling at the critical moment.

"Huh? A Yan, what's the matter with you?" Emperor Yun Jing smiled. He heard the word "old" that Mo Junli blurted out, and he knew that he wanted to call the old man, but temporarily changed it to "Father Emperor" ", I couldn't help feeling a little strangely happy——

Brat, I told you that you don’t have a straight face on weekdays, and you call him “old man, old man” all day long. At critical times, don’t you have to call him father emperor in a proper manner?

Hey!This voice can be regarded as the bird breath in his stomach that has been suppressed for an unknown amount of time.

Emperor Yunjing laughed wildly in his heart, but tried his best not to show anything on his face. Mo Junli looked at his old man trying to suppress the corners of his mouth, thinking blankly that he should enter the palace and cry poorly tomorrow up.

"Reporting to my father, my son heard that every time the Yuan Dynasty is held, there will be lanterns all over the streets in Zhongshi, and they will not be closed all night. The largest ones are more than a hundred feet high, and the smallest ones are not as high as Fuju. There is a lantern riddle gathering, and visitors come and go to guess the riddles and win the lottery, which is a great joy for the people in Beijing..." Mo Junli's face was half tense, and he spit out a long string of words with a fake smile.

Emperor Yunjing felt his brain ache when he heard what he said, and waved his hands quickly, subconsciously adopting the usual attitude when getting along with him: "Ayan, speak humanly."

After hearing this, Mo Junli smiled: "Father, my son wants to go to Zhongshi to see the Lantern Festival." By the way, he cheated two people.

"Father, my son also wants to go." Mo Wanyan quickly picked up on what her imperial brother said, echoed it, and then stared at Emperor Yun Jing eagerly.

"You little...why didn't you say it sooner? I've heard about the Lantern Festival for a long time, but it's a pity that I haven't been free." Emperor Yunjing smiled, and he almost called out "little brat" just now, "Left and right There are singing and dancing every year, so it’s not bad once and a half—”

He has been watching it for decades, and he has long been tired of watching it to the bone.

"My dear friends, since A Yan and Le Wan mentioned the Zhongshi Lantern Festival, I simply fulfilled the children's wishes—that's the end of the palace banquet tonight. You may as well go and enjoy it together." Emperor Yunjing said, and left the table first.

Seeing his action, everyone knew that what he said earlier was not a joke, so they stood up one after another and shouted "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness" in unison.

After all, the greetings should be finished before the banquet. After eating for almost an hour, everyone has already eaten their fill. The singing and dancing that happens every year is really meaningless. It’s better to go shopping in Zhongshi and see Folk lanterns.

Although the lanterns in the palace are exquisite, most of the styles and patterns are handed down from the ancestors. They are exquisite but not new. They are amazing at first sight, but they are boring after seeing too much.

The folk lanterns are different. Small shops that sell lanterns can produce a lot of novelties every year. Although the workmanship is not as exquisite as that in the palace, it is better than the variety of tricks. Buy two and put them in the mansion for a few days. , but also quite wild.

With Emperor Yunjing's consent, Mo Wanyan cheered immediately, put on her cloak, dragged Mu Xici and her royal brother, and ran away at such a speed that Mo Junli couldn't even react.

The worst thing was Mu Xici, who ran away with her cloak tied halfway up. She was running to the point of doubting her life. She wanted to turn around and confess several times in the middle, but she never succeeded in making Mo Wanyan stop. .

Seeing this, Mu Xiyin smiled helplessly, and apologized for the disrespect of the others. Emperor Yunjing smiled and waved to indicate that she was fine, and only watched the three people's backs as they walked away peacefully.

After the people in the hall had left in a hurry, Emperor Yun Jing slowly descended the steps, and came to Mu Wenjing who was still drinking in a very kind manner, and he would have deliberately kept him behind: "Xiao Jing~"

"Ah... ah?" Mu Wenjing's hand holding the glass to drink shook, a mouthful of old wine almost stuck in his throat, he blinked his eyes and his voice trembled, and Emperor Yunjing's voice made him feel chills for no reason.

"How old is your little girl?" Mo Jingyao shook his eyebrows, and his smile became more and more kind.

"After the new year, I'm eleven, what's the matter, Your Majesty?" Mu Wenjing put down his wine glass tremblingly. At this time, there was almost no one else in the palace except the palace people.

"No, I just think the little girl is cute, and I have a good relationship with Le Wan and Ayan. I want to ask if you have chosen a good family for her? If you didn't choose, look at Ayan..." Mo Jingyao rubbed his hands.

"It's not good." Mu Wenjing pulled his face when he heard this, and cut off Emperor Yun Jing's words decisively, "A Ci is young."

"Farewell, Xiao Jing, this is not good, listen to me first—" Mo Jingyao stretched out his hand to hold Mu Wenjing, "It doesn't matter if you are young, you can come to the palace first..." Cultivate and cultivate feelings, By the way, press and hold that little naughty Le Wan.

Mu Wenjing was numb: "...Where is my gun?"

Otherwise he would be regicide.

　Yan is the character of Mo Junli
　　I think Emperor Yun Jing is very funny
　　It's just bad luck in my previous life
　　
　
(End of this chapter)