Only when Mo Qin got closer did she hear that they were talking about topics related to the capital.
The first person to speak to Mo Qin was Jiang Yisheng, "Junior sister, did you sleep well last night?"
Yao Yao seemed to have just noticed Mo Qin, and the three of them looked at Mo Qin.
Mo Qin took a seat, and the four of them each took one side. Opposite Mo Qin was Jiang Yisheng, and opposite Feng Jun was Yao Yao.
Feng Jun wore a jade crown, a red dress, and a smile on his face. He looked as bright as a red plum tree in a desolate mountain forest.
"Who is this?"
Jiang Yisheng was rather reluctant, "This is my junior sister, Mo Qin."
Feng Jun cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Miss Mo, nice to meet you."
Mo Qin glanced at him, poured herself a cup of tea, and responded casually, "Nice to meet you."
There were no other words, not even a question of name.
This lukewarm attitude startled the three of them for a moment.
It seems to be generally accepted that beautiful women receive more attention, and it would be strange if someone suddenly doesn't give them face.
“…”
The smile on Feng Jun's face froze for a moment, and an unknown feeling of grievance arose.
Breakfast was carried out in an awkward manner.
The only connection between the outsider Feng Jun and them seemed to be the enthusiastic and lively Yao Yao.
And it was usually Yao Yao who was talking, with others occasionally responding and giving feedback.
When they set off, Jiang Yisheng noticed that the fox that Mo Qin had been carrying with him was missing.
"Junior sister, where is your fox?"
Mo Qin said lightly, "He ran away."
This was said not as if a pet had been lost, but as an insignificant speck of dust.
Jiang Yisheng frowned, "It's lost, so it's lost. It's obvious that the fox is not one that can be tamed."
Feng Jun secretly glared at Jiang Yisheng, and the pride he felt in acting on his own initiative gradually turned into depression and anger.
The atmosphere along the way was even heavier.
It was already afternoon when they arrived in the capital.
Compared with other places, the capital is much more prosperous. The roads are wide, the buildings are gorgeous, and the pedestrians are dressed in rich clothes.
But amidst this prosperity there is a sense of dullness and depression, making people feel as if they are standing before a heavy rain in midsummer, making it difficult to stand and breathe.
A low-key and luxurious carriage passed by on the street. It was in a light color and brought a cool breeze as it passed by. The curtain of the window was slightly lifted, and a face as cold as frosty snow flashed by.
Mo Qin paused and turned to look at the carriage.
Jiang Yisheng took two steps forward, and seeing that no one had caught up with him, he stopped and asked:
"Junior sister, what's wrong?"
Mo Qin came back to her senses and turned around to meet Feng Jun's deep gaze.
She shook her head and replied to Jiang Yisheng, "It's okay."
The moment Mo Qin's peripheral vision caught sight of the man, she felt as if she was suddenly startled by cold water.
There was no trace of evil spirit on that person just now, and Mo Qin didn't know why she noticed him.
It can’t be because of appearance, right?
Mo Qin felt that she was not such a superficial person.
The commission was written by the man on the throne, but they were not in a hurry to enter the palace. Instead, they first familiarized themselves with the city.
At a calligraphy and painting stall on the street, Mo Qin saw the portrait of the person in the carriage.
The stall owner hurriedly introduced: "Miss, do you want to buy Mr. Snow's portrait?"
"Mr. Snow?"
The stall owner took a closer look at Mo Qin and realized that she was not from here. He introduced her proudly:
"Master Xuexi is the current Prime Minister, twenty-two years old, unmarried, yet the ideal match for the women of this imperial city!"
Mo Qin looked at the portrait. A 22-year-old prime minister?
This dimension is too young.
But judging from the stall owner's words, the common people seemed to have great respect and admiration for this young prime minister, almost surpassing the one above him.
Not only that, young women in the city are also very fond of him, which is quite similar to the star-chasing in the Internet age.
Jiang Yisheng was puzzled: "Is there something wrong with this person?"
Mo Qin only said: "This person is the one who was in the carriage just now."
Yao Yao interrupted, "This guy is really good-looking. Sister Mo, so you like this type?"
“…”
The eyes of several people immediately fell on the painting, as if they could stare holes into it.
Now that I've been walking around the city, I feel like something is off, but I can't really put my finger on what's wrong.
In the evening, several people checked into the inn.
After a day's journey, everyone was very tired.
Mo Qin had just come out of the shower when she saw Feng Jun sitting at the table.
Feng Jun's undisguised gaze swept over Mo Qin, his face unusually expressionless.
"What's up?"
Mo Qin sat over and poured herself a cup of tea.
Feng Jun frowned and lowered his eyes, a sense of grievance lingering in his eyes for a moment. If his fox ears were exposed, they would definitely be drooping.
"Are you angry?"
Mo Qin looked at him inexplicably, "Why should I be angry?"
Didn't she cooperate when he wanted to pretend he didn't know her?
How can you tell that she is angry?
Feng Jun: "You ignored me today?"
When he was a fox, Mo Qin loved him very much and would hold him in her arms and stroke his fur all day long, but today she only spoke to him a few words.
Feng Jun felt very upset and spoke with anger:
"Don't you want me to seduce that half-demon?"
As long as that half-demon was gone, she could live happily with Jiang Yisheng, who was wavering between two girls.
That half-demon was like a butterfly. Yao Yao would take the initiative to show her goodwill to him without him having to do anything.
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