The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 712 His eyes are so deep

The old man gave Mo Junting an angry look, and said with a smile, "How can anyone ask someone for a gift like this?"

He wanted to help Yan Zhixin out of the siege, but Mo Junting turned a blind eye, his eyes still locked on her: "Really?"

Yan Zhixin calmed down after a short period of panic.

This man is never aimless.

Without any preparation, the only birthday gift she can give is——

She turned her eyes, bowed slightly in front of the old man, and said with a smile: "Then I will make a fool of myself."

Mo Junting prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and as soon as Yan Zhixin opened his mouth, he asked someone to bring it up.

Yan Zhixin leaned over, the tip of the pen sank slightly, and the word "Shou" in traditional cursive script appeared vividly on the paper.

When finishing the pen, she took a step back, turned to face Mr. Mo, and made another salute with a smile on her face.

Because she was attending a birthday banquet, the dress she wore was a bit like a cheongsam, fashionable but with a classic meaning, a dignified ladylike style, and exquisite details to accentuate her low-key elegance. The brilliance is extremely dazzling under the light.

Many of the guests present had watched the TV or movie "Hunting", but this was the first time they had actually seen her.

Some people are curious, some are envious, and naturally some are jealous.

The vast majority of people have disbelief on their faces, discussing in low voices:

"How could she, a mere little star, get into the eyes of Mr. Mo?"

Everyone in the imperial capital knew that this old man seemed easy-going, but in fact he treated everyone the same. Almost no one had ever seen him look at that young man with admiration—even if he was a child of the Mo family.

"That's the child that Chief Fei Jun just brought back. I didn't expect her calligraphy to be so good."

"Yeah, I thought it was written by a substitute when I was watching TV. My second son has been writing calligraphy for several years and has not improved. I really want to ask her which teacher taught her."

"Didn't Mr. Mo say that just now? She is Xie Qian's granddaughter. The Xie family's calligraphy has been passed down for hundreds of years. It's no wonder she has such power at such a young age."

"..."

The Qi family also had some roots in the imperial capital, so Qi Tianzi also came with her family for this banquet, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Yan Zhixin holding a wolf hair to show off her talent, her face suddenly turned pale.

Everyone was looking at her and admiring her, including him—the man she loved and admired since she was a child.

His eyes are so deep, so doting...

There was thunderous applause in the banquet hall.

When Yan Zhixin finished writing, she already understood Mo Junting's purpose.

She retreated gracefully, and inadvertently walked to the side where there were fewer people, and walked behind the place where the birthday ceremony was registered.

Two people in their 30s, a man and a woman, are busy registering.

The woman muttered in a low voice: "Every year I say that I won't accept the gift, but the gift is still getting more and more every year. It takes a lot of effort to convert it into money and donate it."

The man smiled: "This year may be the last time. Grandpa likes the peaches that the little girl gave just now. Maybe next year everyone will give peaches instead."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She finally understood what the sentence that grandpa asked her to convey meant.

The courtesy is light and the affection is heavy, and it can be taken home.

Leaving the registration office, many guests came to her and chatted eagerly.

Yan Zhixin was not used to this kind of scene, so she turned her head to look for her father, and found that he was talking to Mr. Mo, and Mo Junting had gone somewhere.

She was a little disappointed, and after chatting for a few words, she found an excuse to hide in the corner.

After walking a few steps, she heard a familiar voice from the side, she turned her head, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Senior brother?"

(End of this chapter)