In the evening, when Mo Qin was preparing to rest, a maid came to report that Mr. Song was here.
Song Yiqing?
What is he here for?
This time will not be...
"No, let him go."
The original intention of giving chicken soup to others was to tell Song Yiqing not to work hard on her.
Unexpectedly, Song Yiqing still faced the difficulties.
Mo Qin didn't expect that Song Yiqing was such a perseverant person.
If you fail once, try again.
Mo Qin had a headache. After all, the person was sent here by Feng Jun and could not be disposed of casually.
He hasn't made any big mistakes now. It's impossible to be resigned, and it's impossible to let people wander around in front of him.
It was another night, and Mo Qin had just come out from the shower.
"Your Highness, Mr. Song is here." The maid's voice was trembling as she spoke.
His Highness obviously has no interest in Song Yiqing, but the other party has been approaching him like a man possessed in the past two days.
Mo Qin wiped his hair with his hand and said, "Let him in."
Song Yiqing was wearing a cloak. He didn't wear any accessories, and his makeup was very light. His knuckles holding the edge of the cloak turned white, and he didn't know if he was nervous.
Mo Qin glanced at him lightly, with impatience in his eyes.
"It's so late, what are you doing here?"
Song Yiqing lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly, but he could tell something from the voice.
He took a deep breath and didn't know where he got the courage. "Your Highness, can you let them go down first?"
Mo Qin waved his hand, and the maids went down and closed the door.
"Say it."
Song Yiqing didn't dare to look up, so he only untied the outer cloak, revealing the gauze-like robe underneath.
Are you planning to seduce now?
Song Yiqing knelt down with a pop.
"Fengjun ordered the slave to serve His Highness. I know that I am stupid and cannot be favored by Your Highness. I feel ashamed of Fengjun and Your Highness. I have nothing to ask for but to serve you. I hope that Your Highness will do it!"
Ordinary people would not do this to seek death by drugging His Highness.
Just lie sexy on the bed?
If just anyone could do it, His Highness Ninth Prince would have died countless times.
After Song Yiqing said these words, he felt that the air was stagnant, and he did not even dare to breathe.
He heard His Highness's voice getting colder.
There was no accusation, but he knew that there was no hope for him to become His Highness's pillow.
"Do you know what peace means?"
"go out."
"..."
Song Yiqing picked up his cloak in a panic and left as fast as he could escape.
Next, Song Yiqing stopped wandering around in front of Mo Qin.
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Draft day.
Mo Qin entered the palace early.
Feng Jun was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with makeup on his face and various accessories on his head. He looked very graceful and luxurious.
He looked at Mo Qin with gentle eyes, but his behavior was very dignified.
"Qin'er, do you already have a candidate in mind? The people sent by this palace are all good choices."
Mo Qin's expression was slightly restrained, "Father, your daughter has her own sense of propriety."
Feng Jun's hand holding the teacup paused, feeling strange about Mo Qin's answer.
If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it.
What does it mean to be measured?
"That's all, just be sensible. It's getting late, let's go there."
My daughter will have to sit in that position in the future.
All he can do is pave the way for his daughter and help her when she needs it.
Mo Qin followed Feng Jun to the talent show.
The venue is huge and most of them have already arrived.
When the fourth princess saw Mo Qin, she secretly winked at her, obviously very excited.
The candidates were put on the stage in groups of six, and palace officials reported their names one by one.
After several groups passed, someone had already chosen, but Mo Qin still didn't make any move.
Suddenly, Mo Yang's eyes lit up and he said something to his father. Yang Guijun frowned slightly and turned towards the man on the second right.
That's the best looking one so far.
But his family background is not good, he is the type who is barely qualified for the draft.
The man was given flowers by the Fourth Princess and was given the position of side husband. He was so happy that his hands were trembling with excitement.
Unknowingly, more than half of the draft has passed, and His Highness Ninth Prince has not given any flowers to anyone.
The most distinguished men in the capital are all here, and she doesn't like any of them?
Another round came up, and this time the appearance was obviously average. In addition, everyone was a little tired of looking at it for so long.
Just as he was about to switch to the next round, he saw that His Highness Ninth Prince, who had been looked down upon by no one before, actually made some movement.
In terms of status...he is naturally the third tallest from the right, but his appearance...is the least noticeable among the worst.
There is nothing wrong with the shape of the face, and there is nothing wrong with the facial features, but they all look ordinary.
Jiang Yanning's heart skipped a beat when she received the gift of flowers, and she was obviously very resistant.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was so ordinary, but he was still chosen. Do you need to say what he was looking for?
However, the other party will definitely be disappointed.
Feng Jun was a little surprised. Jiang Yanning was the son of a civil servant and was among the candidates he had prepared. However, this son's appearance was too ordinary, so he did not think that his daughter would choose him.
Still a real husband.
After all, who doesn’t like beautiful things and ugly things?
Mo Qin did not miss these small details about Jiang Yanning.
Are you unhappy?
Tsk, I’ve already given you all the gifts, what else can I do?
Feng Jun intended to choose another good-looking side husband for Mo Qin, but Mo Qin refused.
On the other hand, Yang Guijun chose another husband for Mo Yang who had an average appearance and a good family background.
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Mo Yang was quite critical of this.
After leaving the palace, she began to complain to Mo Qin.
"I originally wanted to make that beautiful woman my official husband, but my father didn't agree. He even found me a handsome husband..."
Her face was wrinkled, her disgust undisguised.
"By the way, why did you choose Jiang Yanning? You're not afraid that on your wedding night, you'll be uninterested if you lift your hijab?"
Now he couldn't even remember what Jiang Yanning looked like.
Is it possible that Mo Qin has a special hobby?
She thought Mo Qin would choose the son of a military commander. After all, who doesn't know how to practice martial arts during a pilgrimage?
Relatively speaking, military attaches are more favored than civilian officials.
Mo Qin glanced at Mo Yang, knowing that this person was pretending too well.
"I like."
"..."
Mo Yang's expression was as if struck by lightning, "Isn't it?"
Thinking of something, she asked tentatively: "If you don't go to the Flower House, don't you think the men there are not good-looking?"
"Whether it looks good or not, I won't go." What Mo Qin said was also practiced by the original owner.
Mo Yang curled his lips and reached out to hold Mo Qin's neck.
"Young Master, please come here. I will take you to see the world and let you know what beauty in the world is!"
With that said, she was about to take Mo Qin to the 'Flower House' where she often goes. The flowering period is short and the requirements for physical fitness are also high.
It’s hard to do it if you don’t have enough capital, or if you don’t have the ability, but you also have to have good looks and talent, it’s simply even more difficult.
The men here are not the type who are weak to Liu Fufeng. After all, if they are so weak, then no woman can appreciate him.
Mo Qin resolutely rejected Mo Yang's 'kindness'.
I had just chosen my first husband during the day and went to visit the flower house at night, fearing that I was homesick and restless.
