Not far away, Bei Yeqing's eyes always lingered on Mo Yang, "Brother, Mr. Mo seems to be very familiar with the prince of Nanxiao Kingdom?"
"The peace treaty between Beiye Kingdom and Nanxiao Kingdom was negotiated by them."
"Then why are they still talking so openly? Aren't they afraid of being criticized?" Bei Yeqing asked in shock. What if they were accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason?
"Since he is aboveboard, there is no need to be afraid," Bei Yejing said with a smile. She didn't know when she started to believe in Mo Yang, even though his identity was very mysterious...
"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Bei Yeqing saw Bei Yeying's expressions changing constantly, and none of them looked good.
"Nothing," Bei Yeying said with a smile, Sima Luo Qing? Very good!
Bei Yeqing sighed: "That prince of Nanxiao Kingdom is really beautiful."
Bei Yeying smiled and said, "Then just marry him."
"What? You are simply unreasonable!" Bei Yeqing said angrily, then looked at Mo Yang in the distance and said softly: "But he is still not as good as Young Master Mo."
Bei Yeying half-squinted his cold eyes, "There's something wrong with your vision."
Bei Yeqing disagreed, "I think there is something wrong with your eyes. It is normal for a woman to appreciate a handsome man. Do you appreciate a handsome man? Although you are also a handsome man..."
"Ahem, it's His Majesty's wedding banquet now. Keep your voices down, Qing'er, are your gifts ready? It's almost time for you to give them." Bei Yejing interrupted the conversation between the two at the right time. Mo Yang was not Qing'er's good friend.
Human beings, let alone shadows
Qing'er may just have a girl's love for Mo Yang, but Ying, he really can't understand why Ying likes Mo Yang. Mo Yang is not only a man, but also cold, ruthless, aloof and cold. This kind of person is destined to be lonely all his life. Why should Ying
Still can’t understand? Maybe it’s not that he can’t understand, but that he is unwilling to do so. He is proud and domineering and does not allow him to give up, even though he knows there will be no results.
During the banquet, people drank and drank, sang and danced, fought openly and secretly, flattered power, and status depended only on the king's words.
Bei Yeqing picked up a glass of wine and looked at it for a long time. The purple-red liquid was crystal clear and she finally decided to take a sip, "Pfft, what kind of wine is this? The taste doesn't match its appearance at all."
Bei Yejing said with a rather proud smile: "Fortunately, I haven't tried it yet."
Bei Yeqing refused and said: "No, no, brother, how can you not try?"
Bei Yeling glanced at Bei Yeying, "Why don't we let Ying try first?" Ying's eyes were too straightforward.
"Yes." Bei Yeqing poured a glass of wine for Bei Yeying and said softly: "Cousin, have a glass of wine first."