After the morning court session, Mo Qin had just walked out of the hall when someone chased him out.
"Ninth Princess, why are you running so fast?"
Mo Yang had a bright smile on his face and put his hand directly on Mo Qin's shoulder.
Mo Qin turned her head to look at her, then raised her hand to sweep her hand away.
"It's the Fourth Princess who's too slow."
Mo Yang raised his hands and said with a smile:
"Yes, yes, it's all because of my slowness, sister. I heard that Pinshangxuan has released new dishes today. Do you want to try them?"
Mo Yang looks like a playboy, and she is best at eating, drinking and having fun.
She is the most informed person about where there is good wine, where there is good food, and where there are new beauties.
Mo Qin did not refuse, and went straight out of the palace with Mo Yang to Pinshangxuan.
As a regular customer, how can you not have an exclusive box?
After the two of them left, the waiter quickly led them upstairs.
Mo Yang sat crookedly, tapped the table with his hand, and gave instructions to the waiter.
"I heard you guys have some new dishes? Give me one of each, along with four signature dishes and two soups. Hurry!"
The waiter dared not delay and said immediately:
"Okay! I'll tell the kitchen to take care of you two first!"
Mo Qin didn’t know how many new dishes there were, but it was definitely a large table full of them.
It's very extravagant and wasteful.
Mo Qin leaned back in her chair, looked at Mo Yang, and said nothing.
For a princess, having seven or eight dishes on a table is nothing to be surprised about.
The dishes were quickly served. Mo Yang picked up a piece of the new dish with chopsticks and tasted it, nodding repeatedly, "Another pot of wine!"
After ordering the drinks, Mo Yang turned around and asked Mo Qin.
"Royal sister, would you like some?"
Mo Qin narrowed her eyelashes slightly and refused, "I don't feel like drinking recently."
When Mo Yang heard this, she even slowed down her movements in picking up food. She asked curiously:
"What's wrong?"
Mo Qin didn't speak immediately, but picked up the chopsticks and started eating the food. She waited until the waiter brought the wine and the wine cup and left before she spoke.
"Last night, an assassin broke into my house."
If Mo Yang did this, then what he did just now was just a test.
The original owner had always trusted Mo Yang. If he deliberately hid himself now, it would probably alert the enemy.
Mo Yang put down his chopsticks completely and didn't even pour himself a glass of the fine wine that had just been served.
"What?!"
"Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
Mo Qin's face was slightly gloomy, and he said vaguely:
"It's nothing serious."
Mo Yang's originally high spirits fell because of this incident, and he stopped persuading Mo Qin to drink.
"Have the assassins been caught? Who did it? This is too outrageous..."
Her eyes rolled around, as if she was checking out possible candidates in her mind.
Mo Qin added a piece of light side dish, "We did catch the people, but they are all deadly warriors. They won't spit out a word even if their bones are broken."
She hesitated for a few seconds before slowly speaking out the rest of the words, "I did find something interesting on them."
Mo Yang instantly became alert and waited for Mo Qin's next words.
Mo Qin raised her eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of her eyes, which affected the small mole under her right eye, making it look dazzling.
"The token of the Third Princess."
Mo Yang widened his eyes slightly, moved his lips, and said hesitantly:
"Isn't this a bit too strange?"
He was carrying something that could prove his identity when he went to commit assassination. This shows how confident he was in his skills.
Mo Qin didn't continue talking about this topic.
Mo Yang naturally wouldn't ask any more questions, and somehow the topic ended up being the audition in a few days.
This selection was not for the emperor, but for the princesses.
The legitimate sons of each family were summoned to be selected and assigned to the unmarried princesses as their principal or concubine husbands.
In fact, most of them are just formalities. Those who need to choose a husband for their princess have already chosen one early on.
Just wait for the day to be officially decided.
Mo Yang gossiped, "Do you have a man you like?"
“…”Who knows which one he is this time?
However, Feng Jun has already selected two candidates.
But just assign her a straight side.
Mo Qin was a little distressed.
The last time the original owner fell into a coma, this matter was temporarily delayed, but this time... it is a bit troublesome.
You can't just touch them one by one to confirm, right?
Wouldn't those men be so ashamed and angry that they want to die?
I can only delay it for now...
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Mo Qin had just returned home after saying goodbye to Mo Yang. Before she could even take a sip of hot tea, a servant came to report that Young Master Song had arrived.
Young Master Song was wearing a sky-blue robe, with his long, smooth hair half-draped. He had an elegant temperament and a slender figure.
He was holding a food box in his hand.
He was just a clean man selected by Feng Jun and sent to the original owner's backyard.
He has no name or status, and is just an idler kept in the backyard.
"Your Highness, I specially made chicken soup." Song Yiqing bowed, opened the food box as if presenting a treasure, and looked at Mo Qin hesitantly.
"I have been stewing it for six hours. Your Highness, please have a taste..."
Mo Qin: “…”
Completely forgot about this.
The original owner had a little beauty in his harem who was as beautiful as the bright moon and the gentle breeze.
It looked nice, but she wasn't interested.
Mo Qin glanced at the porcelain bowl, which was covered with a layer of clear oil and decorated with a few wolfberries, and the aroma was fragrant.
She had no intention of drinking.
"Go down."
Song Yiqing, with her slender white hair, was holding a small bowl of chicken soup, obviously at a loss.
Since he was sent to the Ninth Prince's residence, although the Prince has never visited him, he would occasionally come to bring him soup and snacks, and the Prince would still give him some face.
He is the only one in the mansion now. The Ninth Prince is not a lustful person. For the sake of Lord Feng, there will be a place for him in the mansion in the future.
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