just like a good scene

Only then did Qi Mo nod his head slightly, his tone became warmer, and he said, "Caomin has a friend who can take on this important task, but..."

Qi Mo's words suddenly stopped again.

"Sir, please tell me." Changsun Lijue was a little anxious.

"But please remember the promise, after this time, regardless of success or failure, this kindness will be repaid." Qi Mo didn't want to get involved in the royal dispute.

The eldest grandson Lijue paused, his smile froze, but he still forced a smile and said: "You are right, after the matter is over, sir's kindness will be repaid."

Damn it! At that time, in order to play a good show of saving his life, he lost several of his subordinates. This scholar who doesn't know good or bad and is full of sourness wants to get rid of him so quickly!

That's all, after the matter is done, the throne and he will definitely be at your fingertips, so what's the use of this scholar?

In fact, it is not as exaggerated as the grandson Lijue thought. Although Qi Mo is a literati, he has a quiet temperament, a refined and gentle type, and has nothing to do with sourness.

Qi Mo nodded, "Tomorrow I will bring my friends to visit the lord. At that time, the lord can arrange him to be among the performers in the palace. Other lords don't have to worry about it."

Qi Mo has extraordinary self-confidence, confident that his friend will succeed.

And it was this confidence that Changsun Lijue wanted.

……

"I don't know what Aunt Huang thinks about Wei'er's proposal..."

In the Compassionate Ning Palace, Mu Zhiwei looked at the Queen Mother with a gentle smile and asked.

The queen mother frowned, just shook her head, and said, "Although your proposal is good, if you don't have a legitimate reason, I'm afraid it will be hard to convince everyone. Besides, if you really enter the palace, the happiness of this life will be a lifetime." It’s all considered a funeral, it’s unavoidable.”

Mu Zhiwei was stunned, knelt down quickly, and said anxiously: "Aunt Huang, you don't have to think about Wei'er. Wei'er has already discussed this visit with her father, and her father also agrees with Wei'er's actions. If His Majesty's harem Among them, there is really only one woman, and the identity is still the princess of another country, I am afraid that those noble monarchs will be very afraid, but if there is her appearance to supervise and balance, they will not be afraid of chaos in the harem."

"This..." The Empress Dowager hesitated for a moment, but still insisted: "It's good for you to have such thoughts, but Aijia still has to discuss with His Majesty, after all, this time it is only the noble monarch, not the female concubine."

Mu Zhiwei choked on her words, but she couldn't say anything more, she just said politely: "It's all up to the emperor's aunt to discuss with His Majesty."

After exchanging a few words with the Empress Dowager in the Compassion Ning Palace, he got up and left.

"No rush, no rush... the day after tomorrow... just the day after tomorrow..." Mu Zhiwei murmured softly.

……

The days passed, and soon it was the day of the reception banquet for Princess Beiyu, which could barely be counted as Muli's farewell day!

After all, after this, he will set off immediately, and head to Beiyu with the priceless betrothal gift he has prepared.

On this day, Changsun Wangqing changed into casual clothes early on. He said it was casual clothes, but in fact it was also a very luxurious moon-white five-claw gold dragon robe. Every edge of the clothes was inlaid with gold threads. Good carnelian is dotted, like a drop of blood in the snow.

And Qingsheng Jin was wearing a cross-neck skirt of the same style as the dragon robe on her, which was also made by Changsun Wangqing's special palace, and she also wore a white tulle outer robe.

The only difference among them is that Changsun Wangqing's is a male style, while Qingsheng Jin's is a female style, and Changsun Wangqing's robe is embroidered with a golden dragon, while Qingshengjin's robe is embroidered with a green phoenix bird.