Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1141 The melon-eating crowd at the 211-meter pit deep (1)
Taking a breath, Mo Jiu had no choice but to believe the rumors.

Princess Ayigu really loves her son very much.

How can such a luxurious golden tent look like a wizard's residence?His style is probably even worse than that of the palaces of Bihara and Lin's royal family members?However, mothers are probably like this. They feel that they owe their children, and they wish to make up for the lost mother's family.

Thinking about it this way, she figured it out again.

Without meeting Su He's eyes, she lowered her head and led Mo Wang and others to salute.

"Caomin and others congratulate the son on his birthday—"

After the ceremony, she put a purse embroidered with gold thread on the tray, asked the waiter to present it, and said to Prince Su He sincerely: "When I learned of the birthday of the prince, the grass people can't sleep at night, thinking hard, Fearing that the etiquette is light and meaningless, and it will insult the honor of the prince... After careful consideration, I specially spent one night embroidering this purse and presenting it, hoping that the prince will accept it with a smile, and I don't think it's rough."

These words are so vivid.

Mo Fan frowned, and lowered his head even lower.

If he didn't know that Fang Jiran asked Mo Linger to bring her the purse, he would have been moved by her...

Fortunately, Prince Su He obviously didn't know about it.

He looked down at Mo Jiu standing in the hall, then at his purse, and raised his hand without saying a word.

"Guests, please take a seat."

A few words, faint, cool, listen carefully, but there is no emotion.

Mo Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and he was even more curious about this prince.

How could a child who was brought up by a wizard grow up at the foot of Yin Mountain and had never seen the world, how could he have such a dignified bearing and be able to control his emotions so freely?
It's so illogical!
Being led behind the short table by the waiter, she sat cross-legged and couldn't help but observe him secretly.

It's a pity that Su He was in the top position, and when she looked from the side where she was sitting, she couldn't see anything except that cold and terrifying shaman's mask.

After exchanging pleasantries, more and more people came into the golden tent, making it even more lively.

On the paved felt carpet, there are two rows of low tables, one on the left and one on the right. The low tables are filled with beef and mutton, kumiss, and even rare fruits from the Mobei grassland, as well as water wine made from grain...

This scale of hospitality is estimated to be at the level of state guests in Beimeng.

Mo Jiu and Mo Fan exchanged the corners of their eyes, and fell silent tacitly.

People in the Yinshan area are deeply influenced by Han culture.Mo Jiu found that not only most of the herdsmen in Gacha Village can speak a few words of Chinese, but also almost everyone from Su He’s son to the dignitaries attending the table can listen and speak. Although the tone sounds a bit lame and funny, it does not affect the communication with each other in the slightest. .

There are many people, and the mouth is mixed.

Mo Jiu didn't like this kind of entertainment.

Especially in the case of not knowing the purpose of Su He's son.

Drinking the water alone, she was next to Mo Wang, and he was responsible for all the responses, and he was only responsible for observing Su He.Soon, she discovered an even more astonishing fact - the respect these dignitaries had for Su He was not at all like treating an ordinary prince.

The gifts they presented are all priceless.

Their words and deeds all take into account his face.

... To put it bluntly, this kind of treatment is much higher than that of the prince.

But Su He, a son who left home since he was a child, what is his reason?
Thinking of this, she was so curious that her heart was full of questions, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at Xiao Changsi.

He came as Mo Jiu's husband-in-law, and sat next to her with Mo Wang on the left and right.But this guy is also strange today. From the moment he entered the golden account, he didn't say a word, and he didn't intervene a word from the beginning to the end. He didn't have the slightest sense of presence at all, just like a melon-eating crowd at a banquet.In addition, the big felt hat was buckled on the head, half of the face was gone, and no expression could be seen clearly. It was somewhat similar to Su He in the seat above - both of them were shameless.

(End of this chapter)