Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 145
Palace gate.Bei Yeying, Bei Yejing, and Mo Yang, three outstanding and handsome men appear together, always attracting all kinds of eyes, the men's envious and jealous eyes, the official lady's admiring and admiring eyes.

Yiling Hall.The music played, and the actresses filed in and danced lightly.

This banquet was nothing more than song and dance performances, concubines competing for favor, and ministers' flattery.

And only Mo Yang sat in a remote corner and watched coldly, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

The surrounding ministers glanced at Mo Yang from time to time, wanting to chat, but because of Mo Yang's indifference, they didn't dare, so they could only peep.

Bei Yejing sat with Bei Yeqing, "Qing'er, what are you looking for?"

"Why are you missing Mr. Mo? Didn't he come?" Bei Yeqing's gaze was still searching.

"There." Bei Yejing pointed to the black spot at the end of the banquet, and Mo Yang still went his own way.

"Young Master Mo is a third-rank imperial physician after all, why is he sitting so late?"

Bei Yejing sighed, and said earnestly: "Qing'er, Mo Yang is not as simple as we imagined, it's better for you to get in touch with him less."

"Why? So what if he's not simple."

"Forget it, I will introduce you to the Second Young Master of the Shangshu Mansion later."

"Why do you see him?"

"The second son of the Shangshu Mansion is talented, handsome and personable, and"

"So what? I'm not interested."

"Qing'er, you can't be self-willed anymore. The mother and concubine are gone, and only our brother and sister are the closest relatives in the palace." If anything happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you.

"Brother, you use concubine mother to oppress me every time, do you want to marry me off?!" Bei Yeqing dissatisfied.

"Qing'er, you are already seventeen, not too young."

"Well, brother, you can find me a sister-in-law first."

"." Bei Yejing smiled helplessly, but she hadn't thought about it.

At this time, a voice came from outside the hall, "Xixia Guoying and the princess have arrived."

The singing and dancing stopped, the female actresses gave way to a passage, and a touch of red came with moderate steps, immediately eclipsed the surrounding female actresses and concubines, attracted the jealous eyes of the concubines, and the ministers were amazed gaze.

Yuchi Qianying is still dressed in red, not a bit vulgar, but fresh and noble, dignified and elegant, with a beautiful smile on her face, confident but not arrogant, without the affectation of a daughter.

(End of this chapter)