The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

The snow-white homing pigeons merged with the snow, and the "cuckoo" snow-white dumpling rushed forward, throwing the broom in the hand of the handyman sweeping the floor in the side room, sweeping the floor with his left foot and turning, scratching the thin painting, and the ground was earthy brown He stretched out his hand to grab the foot, and the little bird of Baituanzi stood obediently on his finger.

"Cuckoo" the pigeon looked around with its rose-red eyes, a blue rope was attached to its rose-red left foot, and a bamboo tube was tied to the other side. The pigeon's sharp beak pecked at his hand, reminding him to get the letter quickly.

"Blue, it's a letter to the sect master." The handyman took down the bamboo tube, he didn't dare to read the contents inside, so he could only stuff the pigeon into his clothes, and took the bamboo tube to find Xi Mojiu.

Xi Mojiu lost the princess, and hid in the house crying and refusing to go out. The butler was so anxious that he was sweating profusely in the snow and the sky. He asked the maid to carry the cake, knocked on the door and said: "Little ancestor, The concubine is going to stay in the palace for a few days, and she will be back soon, so go out and have some snacks."

"Jiu'er is not allowed to eat Lingling." Xi Mojiu said sullenly, but he didn't open the door when he pressed it against it.

"Why don't I send someone to the palace to invite the concubine back?" The butler suggested, since the concubine was taken to live in the palace for a few days by the future fifth concubine, the prince has started to make a fuss, saying that he was invited. Reminiscing about the old days, the butler guessed that his lord might have done something to offend Mo Ling.

So Mo Ling went to the palace in a fit of anger. It would not be good to spread the reputation if he returned to his mother's house. It would be better to stay in the palace that is the closest and the farthest to the palace for a few days.

Since ancient times, it has been stipulated that princes who are crowned kings are not allowed to enter the palace, but it is not said that princesses cannot. Whether they are male or female, princesses are women in meaning. Women cannot withstand strong winds and waves, so princesses can enter, but princes cannot.

The butler gasped, if he could enter the palace, the prince would not be angry in the mansion, he probably rushed into the palace long ago, making a noise and snatching people home.

As soon as the man with the letter in his hand came, he saw that the master's door was full of people. If he could use the blue rope, this matter could not be delayed. He changed his way and arrived at the back room window of Xi Mojiu's room.

The man didn't dare to knock too loudly, so as not to be heard by the crowd outside. Hearing the signal, Xi Mojiu looked at the front door intently, walked to the side, removed the hook that fixed the window, and opened the window: "Come in."

The man turned over and entered, closed the window, knelt down and took out the carrier pigeon and the bamboo tube: "Master, please take a look."

The housekeeper and others outside were still persuading, when the blue rope appeared in sight, Xi Mojiu took the bamboo tube and took out the secret letter inside, he read the words on it at a glance, grasped it tightly with his fingers, and the flimsy paper crumpled into a pile.

The low air pressure radiated outwards, and the man buried his head even lower, not looking at the door owner's expression.

"Follow me." Xi Mojiu took down the pen, ink and rice paper hidden in the dark compartment of the bookshelf. He quickly rubbed the ink, flattened the rice paper, and wrote a letter for help. After finishing writing, he put the paper aside to dry.Then another piece of paper was laid out, and the index finger and middle finger slid down from the top together, cutting out a small note, and he wrote a few words with a pen.

The ink on the previous letter paper had dried, Xi Mojiu put him in an envelope, nothing was written on the envelope, only Aoki Teng was drawn with simple strokes, he handed the letter to the man: "Be sure to give it to the second prince! They came to the palace very quickly according to the request in the letter."

"Yes! This subordinate obeys!" The man stuffed the letter into his clothes.

Xi Mojiu stuffed the small note back into the bamboo tube, tied it to the pigeon's leg, and dyed the blue string with ink: "Find a safe place to put it back."

"Yes!" The man took the order to leave, where did he come from, and where did he leave.

"Lingling." Xi Mojiu slammed his fist on the table.

Why are you in Beicheng, have you encountered any danger?Sorry, I didn't protect you well.

"My lord, eat something." The butler was still knocking on the door and shouting persistently, Xi Mojiu put away the things on the table, and opened the door with a pitiful look for the next plan.

Mo Ling was forced to change into the palace clothes of the North City. To be honest, there is not much difference between the palace clothes of the North City and the South Kingdom, except that the wide sleeves have become small sleeves. The North City does not have the rules of the South Kingdom to determine their status by their sleeves. They are all small sleeves.

Mo Ling hasn't worn such small sleeves for a long time, it's a bit like wearing a modern shirt or coat.

"Your king wants to summon me?"

After being left alone in the side hall for two days, when he suddenly received the news of seeing him, Mo Ling asked indifferently while drinking tea.

"Yes, my lord." Xiu'er returned to her maid-in-waiting attire, and was serving the emperor's Yu Shangyi personally from the third rank.The decoration is slightly different from other court ladies. She folded her hands on her chest, and her fearless aura outside the palace disappeared, just like the surrounding court ladies.

Mo Ling put down his cup and went out and in. The last thing he wanted was to come to the palace, people from the southern country and the northern city didn't want to enter.

"Okay, please lead the way."

Xiu'er hurriedly said a few words that he didn't dare to say, and then said: "Young master is serious."

This was the first time Mo Ling left the side hall when he came to Beicheng Imperial Palace. He looked around with his peripheral vision, remembered the special signs of the place where he was imprisoned, and then escaped.

Should I truthfully tell the King of Beicheng that I am the Ninth Princess of the Southern Kingdom?Mo Ling thought suspiciously, and said that the king might help him return home for the sake of good relations between the two countries.But why did the dignified nine princesses appear in Beicheng alone?Mo Ling knew that he was plotted, who kidnapped him?How should the king of Beicheng ask him to answer?

Two days ago, Bai Yuheng gave Mo Ling the feeling that he had no malice, he was a big boy with no heart, is this really the case?It is also possible that the other party pretended to deceive him and make people take it lightly. This is not a trick.

Mo Ling's mind was in a mess, and two teams of villains were arguing.

"Here we come!" Bai Yuheng put down the rolled up ancient book, he sat sideways, and was the first to let people see his delicate side face.

Mo Ling put away his thoughts and braced himself to deal with this strange king: "Meet the king!"

"Get up." Bai Yuheng raised his hand to let his sleeves support him, and he beckoned to Mo Ling: "Come and sit down, how can I chat with you when I'm so far away."

Mo Ling didn't change his steps, and said solemnly: "No, a grassroots dare not offend His Majesty."

Bai Yuheng was dissatisfied when he heard this. The beauty was his chosen queen, how could she offend her? Could it be that she was angry about the fact that she concealed her identity?Or is it lonely to bring the beauty back to the palace, but take the beauty to the side hall and ignore it for two days, making the beauty angry?

The beauties in the story book are all angry, as long as someone coaxes them, it will be fine.

Bai Yuheng stood up, and he opened his arms. In the gorgeous white clothes, there was a vivid phoenix embroidered with gold thread in front of him. When Bai Yuheng moved, the phoenix seemed to fly out of his clothes!

"Are you angry? Is this blaming Gu for neglecting you?"

Mo Ling frowned lightly, not understanding what he meant.Does the king of Beicheng know his true identity?The original owner and Jiu'er should have shown their faces at the state banquet after they got married. The king remembered him, so he brought himself into the palace.

With the good intention of inviting him as a guest, but he was delayed due to busy business, he was afraid that he would be angry, and he would go back to the southern country to report to his father. This is the only explanation that makes sense. It is Mo Ling's honor to be in the imperial palace."