After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 177 The city lord is good at killing?
As soon as these words came out, everyone except Mo Yunzhao was shocked.

Ling Jingyu actually agreed!

Unexpected answer.

Mo Bilian was overjoyed, and thanked her with a smile and tears, "Thank you, Your Royal Highness."

She didn't expect that His Royal Highness would agree so simply.

It still went against Mo Yunzhao's original intention.

It seems that in the eyes of His Royal Highness, she is different from the other women.

Mo Bici was stunned.

She advised Mo Bilian not to ask for trouble.

Especially when His Royal Highness asked Mo Yunzhao and said that again, she could already imagine how embarrassing the second sister was.

However, Mo Yunzhao said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would not be allowed to help.

But His Royal Highness still complied!

This……

how can that be possible?
Mo Bici raised her head and stared at Mo Bilian resentfully, maybe Mo Yunzhao is not her enemy, but this second sister is?

She gripped the veil tightly in hatred.

"Your Highness..."

Princess Ning'an held back Mo Yunlan who was so angry that she wanted to kill him, "Sister Lan, if brother Prince agrees, he won't go back on his word. Don't annoy him."

Mo Yunlan was so angry that she would never leave her body with the machete next time.

When she takes the machete, chop off His Highness the Crown Prince first.

They all asked Ah Zhao what he meant, and even agreed.

Thanks!

Thinking about it, she gave Nie You a hard look.

Nie You winked at her innocently.

Fu Liu silently patted the big white and fluffy tiger's head, as if explaining something.

……

This little episode didn't cause anything.

Soon they came to the west of the city, where a temporary platform was set up, surrounded by hundreds of flowers, and there were all kinds of beauties wearing flower skirts, as well as a suave and suave young man.

Whether it's a beauty or a young man, under the backdrop of a hundred flowers, it only adds more charm.

In previous years, it was Mo Jinghao and the three masters who presided over Baihuaxian, and an old city master came to join in the fun.

This year, the old city lord is gone, Mo Jinghao is deposed, the head of the Yu family is dead, and the Yu family is gone.

Only the Wang family and the Tu family were left to host, but it was not less lively than before, and even more lively.

Seeing Mo Yunzhao and the others coming, everyone stood up and saluted.

After saluting, he took his seat.

"What are the rules for Baihuaxian this year?" Mo Yunzhao asked calmly.

Patriarch Tu replied: "Same as in previous years, first compare talent, character, appearance, and finally compare strength."

Mo Yunzhao hummed, "Then let's begin."

The matter of Mo Yunzhao's participation in the Baihua Fairy election, as well as the top prizes awarded by His Royal Highness and the Third Prince, have already been dispersed.

So there are a lot of people who signed up for the election.

Patriarch Tu didn't delay the time, he explained the rules as usual, and then started as soon as the gongs and drums were beaten.

For talent, passers-by draw lots and choose one from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Mo Bilian's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all excellent, no matter which one is drawn, she will definitely win."

"I think this year may be Qin. After all, Patriarch Tu was elected, and his daughter Tu Qingxiu was also elected. It's right to praise her."

"The city lord is also on it, you say, what is the city lord good at, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Uh... good at beating people?"

"Isn't it murder?"

"This round, the Lord City Lord will lose, right?"

Amidst the discussion, passers-by who were randomly selected also drew lots.

Patriarch Tu showed it, "Today's talent is painting."

After finishing speaking, he immediately asked people to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study.

"Mo Bici is good at painting, and her paintings are full of inspiration. If she is here, she can compare with Mo Bilian."

"Unfortunately, as a concubine, I am not eligible to run for election."

"It's the city lord, will you splash ink on the rice paper with pride, blow it away with your mouth, and then a painting will be done?"

(End of this chapter)