Mo Qin got closer and heard that they were talking about topics related to the capital.
The first person to talk to Mo Qin was Jiang Yisheng, "Junior sister, how did you sleep last night?"
Yao Yao seemed to have just seen Mo Qin, and the three of them looked at Mo Qin.
Mo Qin sat down, and the four of them each occupied a side. Opposite Mo Qin was Jiang Yisheng, and opposite Feng Jun was Yao Yao.
Feng Jun wore a jade crown and red clothes, with a smile on his face. His whole person was as bright as a red plum tree in a desolate mountain forest.
"Who is this?"
Jiang Yisheng was quite 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, "Nice to meet you."
There were no other words, not even a question about his name.
This lukewarm attitude shocked the three of them for a moment.
It seems to be recognized by everyone that beautiful people get more attention. It would be strange if someone suddenly refuses to give them face.
"..."
The smile on Feng Jun's face froze for a moment, and an unknown grievance arose.
Breakfast was served in a non-awkward manner.
The only connection between outsider Feng Jun and them seems to be the enthusiastic and lively Yao Yao.
And it was Yao Yao who was always talking, and others would occasionally chime in and give feedback.
When setting off, Jiang Yisheng noticed with sharp eyes that the fox Mo Qin had been carrying was missing.
"Junior sister, where is your fox?"
Mo Qin said lightly, "Run away."
The words were spoken not as if a pet had been lost, but as an inconsequential dust.
Jiang Yisheng frowned, "If you lose it, just throw it away. That fox is not well-raised at first glance."
Feng Jun secretly poked Jiang Yisheng in the eye, and his self-assertive pride gradually turned into depression and sullenness.
The atmosphere along the way was heavier.
-
It was already afternoon when they arrived in the capital.
Compared with other places, the capital is more than a little more prosperous. The roads are spacious, the buildings are gorgeous, and the pedestrians are dressed richly.
But this prosperity is mixed with a sense of dullness and depression, which makes people feel like they are before the heavy rain in midsummer, making them unable to stand and breathless.
A low-key and luxurious carriage passed by on the street, with light colors. When it passed by, it brought a gust of cool breeze. The curtains of the car window were slightly lifted, and a face as cold as frost and snow flashed past.
Mo Qin paused and turned to look at the carriage.
Jiang Yisheng walked out for two steps. When he saw that no one was following him, he stopped and asked:
"Junior sister, what's wrong?"
Mo Qin came back to his senses and turned to face Feng Jun's deep gaze.
She shook her head and answered Jiang Yisheng's words, "It's okay."
The moment his peripheral vision caught sight of the man just now, Mo Qin felt as if he was suddenly shocked by the cold water.
The man just now didn't have any demonic aura about him, and Mo Qin didn't know why she noticed him.
It can’t be because of looks, right?
Mo Qin felt that she was not such a superficial person.
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The commission was written by the man on the throne, but they were not in a hurry to enter the palace, but first got to know each other in the city.
At a calligraphy and painting stall on the street, Mo Qin saw the portrait of the person in the carriage just now.
The stall owner hurriedly introduced: "Girl, do you want to buy Mr. Xue's portrait?"
"Mr. Snow?"
The stall owner took a closer look at Mo Qin and heard that Mo Qin was not a local. He proudly introduced:
"Young Master Xue Xi is the prime minister of the current dynasty. He is twenty-two years old. He is unmarried and has a concubine. However, he is the most desirable couple for the women in this imperial city!"
Mo Qin looked at the portrait. A twenty-two-year-old prime minister?
This face is too young.
But judging from the words of the stall owner, it seems that the common people in the country have high regard for this young prime minister and praise him so much that they almost surpass the one above him.
Not only that, the young women in the city are also very popular with him, and they are quite like star-chasers in the Internet age.
Jiang Yisheng was puzzled: "Is there something wrong with this person?"
Mo Qin only said: "This person is the person in the carriage just now."
Yao Yao interrupted, "This person is really good-looking. Sister Mo, do you like this type of person?"
"..."
The eyes of several people immediately fell on the painting, and they seemed to be able to poke holes in the painting.
Now that I've been walking around the city, I always feel that something is out of place, but I can't tell what is 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 he saw Feng Jun sitting at the table.
Feng Jun's undisguised gaze turned around Mo Qin, his face showing a rare expression.
"Is something wrong?"
Mo Qin sat over and poured himself a cup of tea.
Feng Jun frowned and lowered his eyes, feeling a sense of grievance for a moment. If his fox ears were exposed, they would be droopy.
"You're angry?"
Mo Qin looked at him inexplicably, "Why should I be angry?"
If he wants to act like he doesn't know her, won't she cooperate?
How could you tell she was angry?
Feng Jun: "You are ignoring me today?"
When he was a fox, Mo Qin liked him so much that she would hold him in her arms and stroke him all day long, but today she could only say a handful of words to him.
Feng Jun's heart was filled with panic, and his words were filled with angry anger:
"Don't you want me to seduce that half-demon?"
As long as the half-demon is gone, she can stay together with Jiang Yisheng, who is wavering between the two girls.
That half-demon is like a butterfly, Yao Yao will take the initiative to show his kindness without him having to do anything.
Mo Qin almost spit out a mouthful of water, "When did I..."
Thinking about what happened that day, Mo Qin felt a little tired.
Is he too good at thinking?
Mo Qin touched Wong Fengjun's head and said, "I didn't mean that. I heard that fox monsters have a natural ability to charm, so I was just curious."
Apart from Feng Jun's good looks, Mo Qin really didn't feel any charm from him.
Comparing Yao Yao's ubiquitous charm, Mo Qin couldn't help but wonder who was the vixen.
Feng Jun judged whether this was true or false, and his fox eyes lit up.
He pulled her into his arms, held her and sat on his lap, rubbed her neck as usual, and tried to bite her collarbone with a sticky texture.
Mo Qin pushed him, "Have you recovered? Why do you still want to take advantage of me?"
Feng Jun blinked, his expression innocent.
"My strength hasn't fully recovered yet, can't I bite?"
Mo Qin didn't care much about this issue at first, but he still couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Is there anything special about my blood?"
Yao Yao had been with them for so long, but she didn't seem to notice anything.
In the plot, the reason why Yao Yao was able to discover it may be because the original owner was injured, so he started to plot against the original owner.
"Your flesh and blood is a great supplement to the demon. It is not an exaggeration to say that one person is worth ten thousand people."
Feng Jun explained: "Someone put a seal in your body, so you can deceive ordinary monsters."
He was no ordinary demon, of course he noticed it when he first came into contact with him.
Just one try and he was absolutely sure.
But I didn’t expect that I would be caught drinking secretly the second time.
