Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

On the eve of New Year's Eve, Bei Muqing collected a huge amount of morning dew. With the help of Sixi, he used it to make wine.

The two small bottles were handed to Mu Qi: "Save one bottle, take the other bottle to Jieyulou for Miss Ronghua's personal maid Zuozuo."

Sixi was beside her, with a confused look on her face: "Why should the girl take it to Jieyulou?"

Bei Muqing thought about it and looked at Mu Qi: "By the way, come here, don't really think that there is nothing in this world that only anyone can do, and it's not that everything can be done by giving more money.

The ending.”

"Yes, girl."

Sixi was still full of ignorance. But when she saw the girl's face no longer intending to say anything, she shut up.

Bei Muqing returned to Longyang Palace with the rest of the things in his hand.

This is a gift for the Emperor on New Year's Eve, so it is naturally impossible to take it out at this time.

However, as soon as he put the things down, his father-in-law walked in with the eunuchs and palace maids.

Countless things sent.

"Sister meets the Queen, and the Queen is blessed with all my blessings."

Bei Muqing looked at the two neatly arranged rows of people, knocking on the golden trays held by each person's hands, each with a piece of red cloth covered with it.

"Get up, is this?"

"When I say to the Empress, this is the holiday gift given to the Empress." It should have been a reward, but the Emperor is the one who knows the Empress. If the Emperor said that he would give it to him, it would give it to him. Anyway, the Empress's wife's wife is from the Empress.

It is originally a disagreement, so there is no need to say anything more.

The things given by the emperor are naturally expensive, but the things she gave to the emperor were prepared by herself. Compared with the things that the emperor seemed to have less sincerity. However, Bei Muqing is also a person who knows the general knowledge and probably knows it.

This may be one of the customs.

"Let's go."

His father-in-law stood aside with his hands down: "The emperor said, let the empress see if it suits her feelings. If it doesn't, then change it again."

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and it is a big project to change the truth, but the gifts cannot be delivered in advance.

"Is this necessary?" Bei Muqing frowned, but walked over.

Si Xi followed the side and lifted the red silk covered it one by one.

The emperor may still remember her words of peace. Most of the things she sent here are porcelain. I can’t say I don’t like it, but I don’t like it too much. It’s just that it’s precious.

"Okay, let it go." He looked halfway through the look and seemed to be indifferent.

"Your emperor is really heartless." The vixen adds fuel to the fire.

If you care about a person, he will care a lot about his actions and intentions.

"Please look at this, Empress." His father-in-law walked to the other side and lifted up the trays held by the two palace maids on the last.

Bei Muqing looked over and lifted the red cover and was still red after lifting it.

"This is a dress prepared for the Empress. Please take a look at it. If you are not satisfied, the servant will immediately take it to change it."

It turns out that this is the point.

She has no particular preference for color, but the image of red is really amazing to her.

Sixi and another palace maid had already lifted the crowd and spread it in front of her.

Bei Muqing glanced at him and said nothing, but there was a faint smile on her face, and there was no laziness. Her eyes turned to her father-in-law, who called herself the palace for the first time: "Havenger, follow the rules,

Do I need to send anything to the palace ladies?”

His father-in-law looked at Bei Muqing and did not dare to answer such questions casually. He was stunned for a while and was still silent.

PS: I guess I'm a little confused recently and I'm trying to die. But, if I don't want to die, I won't die. Have you all been exposed? I've thought about posting new articles in two days. Will anyone still read it? But it won't delay this.

I am determined to be a good author who ignores the things outside the window and devotes himself to typing.