During the dinner, neither Lin Muxiao's toast nor Lin Muxin's thoughtful company could affect his attention.
Damn it, if he keeps looking like this, he will find a problem sooner or later
Mo Xiaohuan couldn't help but look at Lin Muxiao, wondering if he had any good ideas.
However, Lin Muxiao seems to be in a bit of a difficult situation - Princess An Ning seems to be deliberately making things difficult for him.
Finally, Yu Beiming still attacked Mo Xiaohuan and asked politely: "Master Mo seems to have seen a woman somewhere who looks similar to the one in King Gu's impression."
Mo Xiaohuan was well prepared and had done some tricks on the sound before coming, so he replied: "I met Prince Ling once in the market."
She only answered half of it, and tried to keep it short
Yu Beiming's eyes tightened. He could tell that her voice today was completely different from that day at the market.
When she was buying a sword hilt at the market that day, he clearly heard her voice, a voice that always lingered in his memory.
"Where is Mr. Mo's ancestral home?"
Yu Beiming picked up the wine glass and walked to Mo Xiaohuan.
"Young Master Mo is from Cangshan Mountain," Lin Muxiao replied on behalf of Mo Xiaohuan, "Years ago, Lin went north to Cangshan Mountain and strayed into Qimen Dunjia. Fortunately, Mr. Mo helped him, so Lin invited Mr. Mo to come to Daliang Kingdom together.
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This identity and origin were fictionalized by Mo Xiaohuan and Lin Muxiao.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other with deep understanding.
"It turns out that Mr. Mo is from Cangshan." Yu Beiming raised a cheerful smile, "I heard that there are gods in Cangshan, but I wonder if Mr. Mo has ever seen a god?"
Lin Muxiao seemed to have expected that Yu Beiming would ask questions and was about to answer
But Yu Beiming made a stop gesture and said to Mo Xiaohuan: "The solitary king has admired the Cangshan sect for a long time, and today he is able to see the descendant of Cangshan with his own eyes. It is truly a blessing. The solitary king wants to hear Mr. Mo's personal experience."
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Mo Xiaohuan had no choice but to stand up bravely, put her polite luggage, and then said slowly: "I don't dare to take it seriously, Prince Ling is too polite."
Yu Beiming's question is actually easy to answer. There are gods in Cangshan Mountain and it is just a legend in Mangchuan Continent. Just like Mo Xiaohuan also heard about Penglai Fairy Island in his previous life.
"Mo Mou has been practicing in Cangshan Mountain and has never seen a god."
Yu Beiming became interested: "I wonder what Mr. Mo is practicing in Cangshan?"
Yu Beiming's question is really broad. Mo Xiaohuan glanced at Yu Beiming, wondering what trick he was trying to use.
But Yu Beiming just held the wine glass and looked at her with great interest.
All his eyes were focused on her obvious behavior, which also attracted Lin Muxin's questioning eyes.
The other high-ranking officials here also seemed to want to know what Mr. Mo, the descendant of Cangshan, had learned.
"Mo is just looking through some miscellaneous books." Mo Xiaohuan pushed Yu Beiming's question back with all her strength.
Lin Muxiao was originally nervous for Mo Xiaohuan, but now when he heard her answer, he couldn't help but smile with slight approval.
The more Lin Muxin looked at Mo Xiaohuan, the more suspicious she became.
Regarding Mo Xiaohuan's answer, Yu Beiming was not in a hurry to ask for more information.
There seemed to be a fire gradually rising in his eyes when he looked at Mo Xiaohuan.
"The lonely king has heard about Mr. Mo's military talents. Mr. Mo thinks that among military masters, what should be remembered most?"