To be honest, the old man really couldn't guess what she was thinking at all?!
I thought she would reject the Imperial Master's words, but I didn't expect that she would agree again.
Finally, Yin Zhengyue followed Mo Qingyan and him to the terrace where the royal banquet was held.
Singing and dancing bring peace, the harps and harps sound harmoniously, and everyone becomes intoxicated even if the wine is not intoxicating.
This is the perfect way to describe it.
In order not to attract the attention of these people, Yin Zhengyue went to the old man's side and sat down in the corner of Gu Mansion.
How should I put it, although other people didn't notice Yin Zhengyue, the people from Gu Mansion were still shocked.
Of course they knew about her, but they didn't expect her to come.
Especially Gu Qing and Gu Ming, their expressions became extremely weird when they saw Yin Zhengyue's appearance.
Naturally, Yin Zhengyue didn't care about them. How should I put it? She didn't even take the father and son seriously.
She looked around the surroundings, and in the seat of the emperor, there was a man who looked sick and listless, but at this time he still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were focused on the dancing dancers.
It can be described as reluctant to leave.
I can't take my eyes away.
One of the people sitting at the bottom was the prince he had just met, the shota. Yin Zhengyue's eyes met his, and he snorted softly and turned his head away.
There is an empty seat beside him, no one.
There are relatively few princes, and the others all seem ordinary. Only the seventh prince Shota is more outstanding.
Then there was Mo Qingyan, the position he was sitting in could be compared with that of the prince.
With a look of leisure and contentment, when he saw Yin Zhengyue's gaze, he smiled slightly, his smile was a little lazy and a little charming.
Yin Zhengyue casually looked away, suddenly feeling that agreeing to come this time was a waste of time.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a general suddenly stood up and bowed to the emperor.
The sick emperor waved his sleeves and robe, and the dancing girls went off, and the sound of the piano stopped.
"Your Majesty, please give me a word!"
"Say it quickly."
"Earlier, the Arctic provoked and invaded our country's border areas. Now it is becoming more and more rampant. I am requesting orders to go to the front line to fight!"
The atmosphere changed because of the man's words.
A little solemn, a little rigorous.
The fun-loving atmosphere was all gone.
The emperor seemed a little unhappy that his good mood was ruined, but then he showed an expression of distress.
He stretched out a hand and counted one by one, "Li Tian, Chen Yu, Lei Ming..." He looked at the middle-aged man and continued: "All three of them said like you,
But none of them came back."
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is why the war cannot be delayed!!!"
"Imperial Master——" The emperor suddenly called Mo Qingyan. After calling, he rubbed his temples and felt very tired.
Mo Qingyan stood up and said, "Qingyan is already working on solving this matter."
"How to solve it? Can the war at the border be solved by the National Preceptor standing here?!" The middle-aged man was really a little rushed when he spoke.
Mo Qingyan still had the same expression, "Vice General Liu, don't worry about this matter. The Emperor will leave it to the minister, and the Emperor will be satisfied..."
Lieutenant General Liu was a little unhappy, but since the emperor was here, he couldn't say anything more.