After going down early, Mo Qin had just walked out of the hall when someone chased him out.
"Nine Emperor Sister, 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 to look at her and raised his hand to sweep her hand away.
"It's Yonko-san who is too slow."
Mo Yang raised his hands and said with a smile:
"Yes, yes, it's because the imperial sister is too slow. I heard that Pinshangxuan has a new dish today, do you want to try it?"
Mo Yang looks like a playboy, she is the best at eating, drinking and having fun.
Wherever there is good wine, where there is good food, where there is a new beauty, she has the best information.
Mo Qin did not refuse, and he and Mo Yang left the palace and went straight to Pinshangxuan.
As a frequent visitor, how can you not have an exclusive box?
After the two of them had gone, the waiter quickly led them upstairs.
Mo Yang sat crookedly, knocked on the table with his hand, and gave instructions to the waiter.
"I heard that you have some new dishes here? Get one of them. It comes with four signature dishes and two soups. Hurry!"
How could the waiter dare to delay? He immediately said:
"Okay! I'll tell the kitchen to follow you two first!"
Mo Qin didn't know how many new dishes there were, but it was definitely a big table dish.
Very extravagant and wasteful.
Mo Qin leaned back on the chair and looked at Mo Yang without saying anything.
For a princess, a table of seven or eight dishes is really nothing to be surprised about.
The dishes were served quickly. Moyang picked up a chopstick and tasted the new dishes. He nodded repeatedly, "Another bottle of wine!"
After ordering the wine, Mo Yang turned around and asked Mo Qin.
"Royal sister, would you like some?"
Mo Qin narrowed her eyelashes slightly and refused, "I haven't been able to drink recently."
When Mo Yang heard this, she even slowed down in picking up the vegetables. She asked curiously:
"What's wrong?"
Mo Qin didn't say anything immediately, but took the chopsticks and started eating the food. She waited until the waiter took the wine and the wine cup and left before speaking.
"Last night, an assassin entered my house."
If Mo Yang had done this, it would have been a temptation.
The original owner had always trusted Mo Yang before. If he deliberately hid it now, he would probably alert him.
Mo Yang stopped using his chopsticks completely and didn't even pour himself a glass of the good wine that had just been served.
"What?!"
"Are you okay? Where are you injured?"
Mo Qin's face was slightly calm and he said vaguely:
"It doesn't matter."
Mo Yang's originally high interest dropped because of this incident, and he stopped trying to persuade Mo Qin to drink.
"Have you caught those assassins? Who did it? This is too crazy..."
She rolled her eyes as if she was sorting through possible candidates in her mind.
Mo Qin added a light side dish, "We have caught them, but they are all dead soldiers. They broke bones and couldn't even spit out a word."
She hesitated for a few seconds before slowly spitting out the rest of her words, "I found something interesting on them."
Mo Yang instantly became energetic and waited for Mo Qin's next words.
Mo Qin raised her eyebrows and raised the end of her eyes slightly, touching the small mole under the corner of her right eye, which was dazzling.
"Third Emperor Sister's token."
Mo Yang widened his eyes slightly, moved his lips, and said hesitantly:
"Isn't this a little weird?"
Going for a stabbing with something that can prove your identity, how confident you are in your own skills.
Mo Qin did not continue talking about this topic.
Naturally, Mo Yang wouldn't pry, so for some reason, he talked about the draft in a few days.
This draft is not for the emperor, but for the princesses.
The legitimate sons of each family were summoned to be selected and assigned to the unmarried princess as the main husband.
In fact, most of them are just a formality. Those who need to choose a husband for their royal daughter have already chosen a husband.
Just waiting for that day to be officially decided.
Moyang Bagua said, "Do you have a man you like?"
"..." Who knows who he is this time?
Feng Jun, on the other hand, has already chosen two candidates.
But just give her a straight side.
Mo Qin was a little troubled.
Last time the original owner fell into a coma, so this matter was temporarily delayed. This time... it's a bit troublesome.
You can't touch them one by one to confirm, right?
Are those men still dying of shame and anger?
I can only postpone it for now...
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Mo Qin said goodbye to Mo Yang and had just returned home. Before he could take a sip of hot tea, a servant came to report that Mr. Song was here.
Mr. Song is wearing a sky-blue robe, with his long, silky hair half-covered. He has an elegant temperament and a light body.
In his hand, he was also holding a food box.
It was just a clean man chosen by Feng Jun who was sent to the backyard of the original owner.
He has no name or status, he is just an idler living in the backyard.
"Your Highness, I specially made chicken soup." Song Yiqing saluted, opened the food box as if offering a treasure, and looked at Mo Qin.
"I have stewed it for six hours. Your Highness, just take a bite..."
Mo Qin: "..."
Completely forgot about this.
The original owner also had a little beauty who looked like a bright moon and a gentle breeze in his harem.
It looked good, but she wasn't interested.
Mo Qin glanced at the porcelain cup. There was a layer of clear oil floating on it, and there were a few wolfberries as decoration. The fragrance was fragrant.
She had no intention of drinking.
"Go down."
Song Yiqing, who was white and slender, was holding a small bowl of chicken soup, obviously at a loss.
Since being sent to His Highness Ninth Prince's residence, His Highness has not been lucky enough to see him, but if he occasionally comes to bring soup or snacks, His Highness will still give him some respect.
He is the only one in the mansion now, and His Highness Ninth Prince is not a lecherous person. For Feng Jun's sake, there will be a place for him in the mansion in the future.
But now, looking at His Highness Ninth Prince, he suddenly felt a little flustered.
Song Yiqing did not dare to stay any longer and said, "Please leave."
After leaving the courtyard, he happened to meet Qian Qin Ao, and he couldn't help but stop him.
Qin Hao has been working beside Mo Qin since he was a child, and he is considered to be Mo Qin's confidant.
"Master Song?"
Song Yiqing was thin, and she smiled slightly, "I just see that Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood. Did something happen?"
Qin Hao's expression did not change: "Your Highness is not in a good mood? Why?"
"..." Song Yiqing's smile froze, "It's nothing, maybe I guessed wrong."
When Qin Hao entered the room, Mo Qin was handling official duties. When she saw the porcelain cup on the table and the smell of chicken soup, she instantly understood why.
This is where Your Highness has hit a wall.
"How's it going? Have you recruited me?"
Mo Qin's question brought Qin Hao's thoughts back.
He explained the situation one by one.
"Your Highness, I ordered people to go to his house. His parents and younger sister are missing. According to the neighbors, they haven't seen those people for half a month."
"There were no signs of fighting at the scene, and all the money and valuables are still there. It doesn't look like he has traveled far away."
"No new testimony was obtained."
Mo Qin buried his head in what was written on the booklet and then said:
"There is no need to interrogate the deceased, just deal with it. As for the waiter... I will go and see for myself later."
Qin Hao thought of Song Yiqing, whom he had just met, and said, "Just now, my subordinates met Mr. Song outside."
She didn't believe that His Highness looked unhappy. How could they guess His Highness's thoughts?
Mo Qin then raised his eyes and looked at Qin Hao, and said casually:
"This soup is for you."
