After the peony left.
The next second, everyone in the hall stood up.
Mo Shisheng raised her eyes slightly and saw that the Emperor and Empress of the Southern Kingdom had already taken their seats, and everyone began to kneel in obeisance.
Qi Muxiao gently released Mo Shisheng's hand and whispered, "Stand up with me, then kneel down once."
"..."
Mo Shisheng glanced at Qi Muxiao indifferently, as if she hadn't heard anything.
Qi Muxiao: "!!!!"
Now is not the time to be willful!
She was extremely anxious, but seeing that everyone had already stood up, she had no choice but to stand up as well. She wanted to reach out and pull Mo Shisheng, but then she noticed that there was a large burn on the back of Mo Shisheng's left hand, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Mo Shisheng seemed to see through her thoughts and glanced at the back of her hand. "I'm injured."
Qi Muxiao: "..."
This kneeling ceremony only uses the feet, what does it have to do with your injured hand?
Everyone stood up, except for a silver-white figure in the high seat and another silver-white figure in the middle of the table, who remained seated, unmoved, as if what was happening in the hall had nothing to do with them.
Mo Shisheng gently curved her lips and glanced lightly at the high position.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept in from outside the main hall, chilling to the bone. Mixed with the white snowflakes, it drifted in, gently lifting the ethereal man's dark hair—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
This scene seems familiar.
After the kneeling ceremony, Mo Shisheng stood up from her seat. Seeing this, Qi Muxiao quickly asked, "Where are you going?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng said in a roguish tone, "The tribute room, shall we go together?"
Qi Muxiao: "..."
She raised her hand and touched Qi Muxiao's hair, then turned and left the table, her figure graceful and elegant, as if carrying a cool, faint fragrance.
A silvery snowfall caused the plum blossoms in the garden to slowly bloom, their buds emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance.
Mo Shisheng stood amidst the heavy snowfall, looking like a fairy descending from the snow.
She caught a familiar scent, and a slight smile curved her lips. They're here...
The next second, her waist tightened, and she was pulled into a broad, warm chest.
This time, Mo Shisheng was prepared in advance and didn't let her nose sting and hurt. She took the initiative to reach out and hug the man tightly with her slender arms, burying her face in his chest and breathing in his scent.
In this embrace, Mo Shisheng felt as if she were being protected in a safe haven, surrounded by a strong sense of security.
The man gently stepped back, hooking one hand around the girl's fair chin. Her eyebrows curved, and a smile shone brightly in the corners of her eyes, more dazzling than the summer starry sky.
Mo Shisheng gently reached out and removed his mask, then tiptoed and gave the man a light kiss on the chin. "Now it's my turn to remove your mask. It's been a long time, my Imperial Advisor."
The girl's soft, sweet voice made his mouth go dry. He swallowed hard, grabbed her chin, and kissed her long-awaited red lips deeply.
Her lips were soft, just as sweet and delicious as he remembered. The man, having tasted the sweetness, began to suck her tongue fiercely, from gentleness at the beginning to intense stimulation at the end.
After the kiss ended, Ming Beiya was still unwilling to pull away, his lips gently kissing the girl's slightly swollen lips again and again.
Mo Shisheng's body went limp from the kiss, nestled in the man's arms like a pool of spring water. She had no choice but to stretch out her arms to hug his neck, a faint happiness radiating from her eyes.
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