Quickly pass through the troubled water: blackened by the scumbag and sick male protagonist Chapter 228 The Prime Minister's Little Jiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 11
Chapter 228 The Prime Minister's Little Jiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 11
Chapter 228 The Prime Minister’s little Jiaojiao is a black-hearted lotus (11)
Gu Mo has never been interested in these things.
The reason why he came to the poetry meeting was firstly because he didn't want to disappoint Zhao Xuanlang, and secondly, reciting poems and composing poems was indeed his only entertainment activity.
So when Zhao Xuanlang introduced him to him how stunning the dancer was, Gu Mo just nodded slightly with lowered eyebrows, and said nothing else.
Seeing that he was even less talkative than usual, Zhao Xuanlang couldn't help but ask: "Jing Xing, have you encountered any trouble recently? Why did I hear others say that you went to the Ministry of Punishment two months ago to collect
As a punishment, you also begged the emperor and imprisoned yourself at home for a month?"
Gu Mo's eyes darkened, and then he said calmly: "It's not a big deal. If you make a mistake, you should be punished."
Hongling on the side heard this and bit her lip angrily.
How could Prime Minister Gu make a mistake?!
It was obviously to take the blame for that Su Zhixi!
She did know how to be happy, and she didn't have to worry about anything after running away secretly, leaving all the mess to the adults to clean up.
Your Excellency has never made any mistakes since he took office. This is the first time that he has blamed others.
Hong Ling couldn't help but feel angry when she thought about this.
It's all because of that Su Zhixi.
If she hadn't been a hindrance, adults wouldn't have encountered so many troubles!
However, Gu Mo's melancholy was completely opposite to Hong Ling's.
He believed that it was his improper discipline that caused Su Zhixi to cause trouble.
Therefore, it is completely natural to plead guilty on your own.
But he didn't expect that Su Zhixi disappeared without even saying hello.
Gu Mo really couldn't imagine how she would survive alone, having been well-fed and well-fed since she was a child, and not knowing what difficulties were.
So in the past two months, he has been sending extra manpower to look for her traces.
But Su Zhixi seemed to have disappeared from the world, with no news from her.
His inner uneasiness also increased day by day.
He promised his mentor to keep her safe. If anything happened to her, all the efforts made by his mentor would be in vain.
Thinking of this, Gu Mo became increasingly worried.
Zhao Xuanlang also noticed it, and directly put his arms around his shoulders and introduced to him the process of today in a non-stop manner, hoping to relieve his worries.
The poetry meeting was held in the back garden of Qiyang Prince's Mansion.
Zhao Xuanlang always liked to have fun, so the backyard was decorated with extra elegance and beauty.
The white snow adds a stunning touch to the place.
The poetry meeting went very smoothly, with people drinking and drinking, and silk and bamboo lingering around.
Only Gu Mo has been sitting on the lower right side with his eyes down. He is dressed in black clothes and sitting in the white snow piled with silver and jade. He looks like a drop of thick ink on plain paper, which is incompatible with the surrounding variegated colors.
Zhao Xuanlang really couldn't stand his serious look, so he cleared his throat and clapped his hands directly and said: "Everyone must be tired of writing poems. It just so happens that I have found a beauty recently. How about letting her come on stage to cheer everyone up?"
Everyone cheered.
Gu Mo frowned, stood up, saluted and was about to leave.
Zhao Xuanlang grabbed him with sharp eyes: "You can't leave anyone today, and the dancer hasn't come out yet!"
Gu Mo sighed: "Your Majesty, you clearly know."
"No need to say more, I promise that this time will be different. Just take one look before you leave." As he spoke, Zhao Xuanlang forcibly pulled Gu Mo to sit next to him, and then winked at the servant next to him.
A crisp sound of plucked pipa strings was heard, and everyone hurriedly booed, holding their breath and listening to this heavenly sound.
As the music gradually became softer, a sweet female voice sang a tune in Wu Nong's soft language: ". There is a sound of Wuye and a sound of autumn, a night of candlelight and a night of sorrow, the lights have fallen, the chess has not been completed, when will I rest with full of lovesickness?
?."
As soon as he heard the first few lyrics, Gu Mo's face darkened.