Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

The eunuchs and palace maids passed by one by one, and the delicious food and nectar were placed in front of the emperor and all the adults.

Bei Muqing sat upright in the upper position, with her hands overlapping on her knees, her back straightened, and her beautiful eyes slowly swept over. The eyes that were originally looking at her were lowered. It seemed that she felt that although there was nothing in her eyes.

but still with a high aura.

At some point, my eyes looked at Rong Hua.

The eyes meet and the air meet.

Bei Muqing seemed to see some unusual traces in those pupils.

Zhongli Ye seemed unintentional, but in fact he had the intention. His hand brushed past her hand, and the eyes that were intertwined with Rong Hua instantly separated.

Bei Muqing looked at him, and Rong Hua also looked at him. The two of them had different thoughts, but in fact they were all around the same thing.

Did he still turn a blind eye to her like last time? And she was curious or half-doubted about Rong Hua's identity?

The young master was not followed by Mu Zuoxiang, and Rong Hua, a brothel courtesan, could not follow Zuoxiang into the palace even if it was nothing. Zuoxiang's career could not be sacrificed because of a brothel woman.

, In fact, the answer is very obvious, it just depends on whether you are willing to admit it.

"I wish you all a cup of me, Dongmo Country, I'm sorry, you all." He stood up.

"I respect the emperor." The people below were flattered, stood up one after another, and raised the wine glasses in their hands.

Seeing Zhongli Ye's hand raising his glass to drink the nectar from the glass, he moved slightly, and the wine glass in his hand met Bei Muqing. He turned his face and looked at her: "I Jing Qing'er."

"Your Majesty, happy birthday, live your Majesty, today every year, today every year. The Dongmo Kingdom is prosperous and unifies the Liuyun Continent."

The two clinked their glasses and drank the sake of the glass.

This should have been a lively festival. Although it was a little restrained at the beginning, it gradually let go. It was all about the songs and essays.

"I heard that Zuo Prime Minister's daughter is versatile and singing and dancing are a masterpiece of Akagi. I wonder if everyone will have the chance to have a look during the festival?"

Apart from Bei Muqing, the female relatives here are Mu Qingshuang, who attracts attention. Everyone wants to hide her and not show her in front of the emperor. Someone is specializing in this kind of thing.

But who knows how much information is there for this so-called Miss Mu, and the emperor even knows more than her father.

Mu Zuoxiang pretended to be modest and refused: "Mr. Gu praised it. How could Shuang'er come out to show off her skills on this day?"

"Sir Zuo Prime Minister, don't be humble. This young lady from Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion is both talented and beautiful, and has a great reputation. Who else doesn't know about Dongmo Country?

"I have also heard of Miss Mu's reputation, and now I think it's a fun thing. Miss Mu might as well dance a song." The imperial concubine smiled and spoke.

"This..." Mu Zuoxiang turned around and looked at Mu Qingshuang.

Mu Qingshuang stood up generously and smiled at everyone: "Since that's the case, then the minister will be ugly."

His eyes seemed to have accidentally swept over the man above. The last time she danced in front of him seemed to be five years ago. Since then, he has never seen her dance again.

When Mu Qingshuang went out to dance, Zhongli Ye still had a slight smile on his face, and he could not tell the thoughts in his heart at all.

She looked at her and suddenly felt a little sad. He might have treated her as usual, but after comparison, she seemed particularly ironic.