Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

If Ink Yan was an ordinary girl from an ordinary family, she would definitely follow whatever Murong Hao said. However, Ink Yan's intuition told her that there was an unspeakable enigma on Mo Da.

Why did he have to travel a thousand miles to bring his men to the Big Dipper Realm for the talent show? Could it be that the Grand Preceptor's daughter's legs were broken?

Also! She quickly recalled the ten carriages from before. They were all covered in black cloth, and he couldn't even see where the door was. If this was a carriage loaded with offerings, then the amount of carriages used to carry the maidservants was far from enough.

He had to check! Check it out!

Ink Yan immediately rejected Murong Hao's good intentions and wiped away the yellow mud on the wall. In the blink of an eye, the young man's handsomeness turned into exhaustion, and he once again stood loyally behind Murong Hao as his shadow.

In the hall, it was already full of spring.

Morda sat at the head of the table, holding a glass of wine in one hand and watching the dozen or so pink figures on the dance floor with shining eyes. The dancer who was in charge of the main dance came out from the center of the flowers decorated by her companions and handed over a red peony made of silk cloth. After sending them off, she opened her arms and learned how to be a light swallow as she elegantly returned to the dance floor. Then the other dancers, one by one, came up to Morda and showed themselves one by one.

In the hall, Molda laughed heartily and tossed a glass of wine to the dancers. Three pairs of gold earrings, adorned with earrings, jingled against each other. The luxury was indescribable.

When Ink Yan came back into the hall, she saw that Molda had been drunk to seventy or eighty percent. She put her left arm around him, stuffed grapes into his mouth, and sat down on her right leg to kiss him. There were two other people behind him who massaged his shoulders. The four women all showed their best smiles, fighting to curry favor with Molda. They were all jealous to the point that even Ink Yan who was two meters away could smell the strong scent of vinegar.

"General, general, who do you think is the most beautiful amongst us?"

"Me or the other one beside you?"

Ink Yan lowered her head. She felt that this brainless and jealous trick was very suitable for Molda, who was born a barbarian. She stood at the back with the corner of her mouth secretly raised, treating it as a joke to the "ancient people".

Unexpectedly, Molda, who was already half-drunk, looked at her in a daze and hooked his fingers.

"Come here ~"

Murong Hao looked uneasily at Ink Yan again. His eyes were filled with the words "If you feel that it's inconvenient, I'll think of a way for you." On the other hand, Ink Yan thought to herself, what is there to be afraid of?

Arriving in front of Morda, he asked the general what he wanted.

He leaned against the dancers and staggered to his feet.

"Wh-what's your name? "How old are you this year?"

"Yes." Ink Yan raised her eyebrows again and replied obediently. "Reporting to General, my name is Cao Qing Ma, I am twelve years old this year."

"Oh?"

Cao Tianma? "Morda was so drunk that his IQ dropped to a negative number, but he still happily slammed the table and shouted out that it was a good name!" Rhythm! Extremely rhyme! Just like how we knew that it was the Wolf God the moment we mentioned Tengger, we knew that it was the brilliant and resplendent sun the moment we heard Tengger. That name of yours is probably a very good name, right? "

Ink Yan nodded her head as she saw people talking, "Yes! "That's a good name. General, you have good eyes." In modern China, thousands of years ago, the Three Character Classic was known by everyone. It was so popular that it had no boundaries.

However, the drunk Morda was not happy. When he had finished, his happy face changed. He frowned as he muttered to himself that this 12 year old son of his was afraid that his sister would have already married out. He then asked, "How old is your sister now?"

Pui! A dead wolf!

Ink Yan secretly despised Molda, but she still maintained her respectful tone.

"Reporting to General, this lowly one is the only son."

Ink Yan thought that once she had completely refused Molda's unreasonable request, this bastard would stop drinking her wine, carry the woman to her door, and then, exhausted to the extreme, lie in bed like a piece of rotten meat until the next day.

But after Ink Yan said she had no sisters, Molda did stop bothering him. The four dancers next to Morda used all their strength, almost shaking him like a rattle.

"General, who do you think is good-looking?"

"Is it her, or me?"

Morda shook his head dully, the words beginning to mingle with the dialect. Ink Yan who was at the side could not understand what he meant, but she could roughly understand that he meant it was beautiful. Not just one, but all the dancers were beautiful.

The women looked happier.

Long before the banquet had begun, Murong Hao had hinted at this. The Sirians were savage and never treated slaves as human beings. If he didn't want the Heavenly Wolf to lose its life, then he had to grab onto Molda's heart.

"That General, you've already said I'm good-looking, can you take me in as a concubine?" The lead dancer gracefully sat on Morda's large legs and, with a Chu Kind look in her eyes, began to make further requests. Following closely behind the lead role, they begged to be their concubine, and the rest of the ladies all started talking at once, begging them to be their concubine as well. The image of their intertwined limbs shifted towards the alluring elements, and the image could not be seen directly.

Pui! This kind of dead wolf would be best if it was pulled down by a woman's turn tonight!

Ink Yan lowered her eyes and started to secretly curse Molda who couldn't move his legs the moment she saw a woman!

However, just when everyone thought that the dinner would be a success and that Molda had drunk too much, Molda, who should have been happily going with two or three women, suddenly stood up again, continued to look at the woman with dazed eyes, and then curled his fingers.

Then, a beep, something like a whistle, pierced the air.

The ten carriages that had stopped at the back door of the inn were smashed open. A row of brightly coloured animals followed Molda's call and headed for the main hall.

Ink Yan was standing in the hall, using the warm yellow light to look outside. A string of green eyes suddenly appeared in the pitch-black front yard. They were large and small, high and low, and it was impossible to see their figures clearly from hiding in the darkness. However, they gave off an inexplicable feeling of potential threat.

In less than two seconds, another half-human figure came out of the group of green eyes, walking slowly through the door with his round eyes wide open, exposing his true features to the light — his white fur, his dog-like features, his sharp ears, his fat, stiff tail, and his unruly green eyes.

As soon as it appeared, it glanced at the people present with its glowing eyes. When his gaze landed on the man's clothes, he paused for a moment, then lifted his head, slightly exposing his mouth, and used the angle of his gaze to send a look of contempt towards Mo Yan!

Mist Grass! Ink Yan slightly opened her mouth, her intuition told her that the creature in front of her had become a spirit?! Otherwise, how could she see a "dog" showing such a human expression to her in the middle of the night?

Then Morda staggered up, wrapped his arms around the dog, and excitedly pointed to the women in the room, saying, "Hua Di, these women all asked me who was the most beautiful. But how would I know? "Why don't you let your wolf grandchild help me ~"

"In return, I can reward the old and weak among them to you all for a midnight snack."