"Okay, okay, brother Zi Yan has no regrets about having this girl..." The emperor's tone was quite choked, and he also thought of the heroic souls buried in the icebergs and snow.
"Your Majesty, my father's wish in this life has been fulfilled. Your Majesty is wise and Tianli is prosperous. My father will have no regrets." Mo Yan said sincerely, although everyone on earth knows that Tianli's national power is currently weak and Tianyaosan is weak.
Yes, but would you say such a thing in front of the emperor at this time?
The answer is no, so as soon as Mo Yan's words came out, everyone all praised Ming Jun and Tao Shengshi. Originally, this small painting was used to praise Mo Yan, but Mo Yan cleverly diverted the limelight.
Mrs. Mo nodded with satisfaction. The limelight was enough, and she should always remember that no matter what the circumstances, she could not steal the limelight from the royal family. In an era when imperial power was supreme, that was a big taboo...
After pondering and sizing up, while everyone was praising the Emperor's wisdom, one man's mind came back to him. He continued to look at Mo Yan, as if he wanted to find something from her.
Mo Yan noticed Li Mobei's gaze and had no favorable impression of this man Mo Yan. But when he saw Li Mobei looking at him, Mo Yan smiled generously on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about the meaning of Li Mobei's look.
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Mo Yan understood that no one would ever discover her secret in this world. Everything about Mo Yan's background was so perfect that no trace could be found. She was not afraid. Thinking of this, Mo Yan felt even more calm about facing Li Mobei, the man who had been with him.
The men she dated...
"Hahaha. Mo Yan, you are truly a talented woman. I think that compared to Mrs. Xinmeng, you are just as good as Mo Yan." The emperor said happily, thinking about whether he should praise Mo Yan as his wife.
As for the new generation of talented women, Mrs. Xinmeng is also from Tianyao, but Mo Yan is from Tianli. If there is a talented woman from Tianli who can compete with Mrs. Xinmeng, she will be recorded in Shi Ce.
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How could Mo Yan not know the emperor's plan? If the emperor had his eyes on her, her future would be brighter. But unfortunately, she didn't want to compete with her mother. That was her mother, and she would only pursue her mother's path.
, she became a woman of extraordinary talent and beauty, but she never thought of surpassing her mother.
"The Emperor highly praised that Mrs. Xinmeng is one of the women that Mo Yan admires in his heart. Her talents in composing the piano and choreographing are unmatched by Mo Yan now." There is humility and confidence, and Mo Yan does not want to surpass his mother.
But I won’t belittle myself, after all, this is a celestial calendar.
"Okay, okay, Mo Yan, you are still young, don't worry." The emperor said happily, looking at the queen with gentle eyes, and found that the queen also had a touch of appreciation in her eyes, and her eyes were even more satisfied. Only with such talent can you be so restrained.
, the tutors in the Mo family are indeed good.
Mo Yan bowed lightly and stood in the center without saying much. She only gave the Mo family members who were paying attention to her a nice smile and stood quietly in the center.
It was obviously a prosperous time, it was obviously a lively banquet, but Mo Yan stood there as if she were standing in a world of ice and snow, as if she was the only one in the world.
Looking at Mo Yan, who stood silently behind closed doors, not proud of the praise from the outside world, not angry because of the abuse from the outside world, all the men present who could see that Mo Yan was lonely at this moment felt sorry for her.
Why does such a proud girl make people feel lonely? My heart aches for her, and I hope I can give her a hug so that she can blend in with this crowd.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince watched quietly, but after asking the emperor for instructions, he finally broke Mo Yan's silence. "Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting and dancing, will Mo Yan let us see your dancing next?"
The prince had no intention of forcing Mo Yan, he just wanted to bring this woman who was about to leave the group back to this world...
After hearing the prince's words, Mo Yanyi answered quietly, not getting close to the world because of the prince's words.
"Your Highness, Princess Mingyan's dancing skills are unparalleled in the world, so Mo Yan will not make a fool of himself. Now I will send you a poem." Mo Yan's tone was calm, but only she knew the faint sarcasm in her tone.
This is the Qionghua Banquet, where unmarried boyfriends attend. Princess Mingyan is unable to attend due to her marriage to Emperor Tianyao. Many people present know why Princess Mingyan married Tianyao as her concubine.
, but Mo Yan said it as if he didn't know...
The emperor and the queen could not be angry even if they wanted to. After all, those who did not know were not guilty. The five girls who had provoked Mo Yan had already sat back in their seats dejectedly. Originally, the five of them could be regarded as the most dazzling people at the Qionghua Banquet.
One of the famous stars, but because of Mo Yan and the others... I am afraid it will be difficult to get married in the future.
After Mo Yan said this, she strode to the place where she had just painted. The black ink had already been mixed. She didn't use it much now. She took out two clean brushes, one on each hand, and dipped them in the ink...
What is she going to do?
When Mo Yan took out two pens, the people present were once again shocked by her actions. The topic brought by Princess Mingyan was interrupted for a moment. Everyone just looked at Mo Yan, at this person who created miracles and myths.
What kind of miracles can women create...
This time, there was no need for seasoning, which meant that some perverted eldest brothers lost an opportunity to show their courtesy. Mo Yan laid out a large piece of snow-white paper on the table in a majestic manner. Except for the black ink, other
They were all removed, leaving one brush on each side. As everyone marveled, Mo Yan lifted the brush with both hands and dipped in ink at the same time...
The woman in white clothes with black hair stood in the middle and didn't care about the eyes of the people around her. She was just immersed in her own world. She was writing with both hands, with different characters on her left and right hands, and she was writing on her left hand.
**In the cold autumn, when the Xiangjiang River goes north, we reach the head of Juzi Island. We can see the mountains all red and the forests all dyed; the river is full of blue and clear, and hundreds of boats are vying for the current. Eagles are striking the sky, fish are flying in the shallows, and all kinds of frosty sky are competing for freedom. I feel sad and lonely,
Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world?
Written on the right hand.
I brought hundreds of couples to travel together, recalling the turbulent years of the past. I happened to be a classmate when I was young, and I was in the prime of my life. I was full of scholarly energy, and scolded Fang Qiu. I pointed out the country, inspired the words, and the dirt was like a million households in those days. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the flying boat?
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The last time the cursive script was amazing, the woman's wrist strength was limited and she would not normally choose such a wild font. However, Mo Yan not only chose such a font, but also directly used wild cursive this time...
People can't believe that the wild and unrestrained cursive style on the paper was written by the woman in front of him who is as elegant as an orchid in an empty valley and as quiet and beautiful as a fairy in the sky. She is really unbelievable, but Mo Yan is the one who was there.
What I wrote cannot be false at all.
After finishing the painting, Mo Yan was sweating profusely. Looking at the words on the paper, Mo Yan showed a satisfied smile. The strength of his body to hold the pen was a little worse, but it was still at the level of seven or eight in his previous life. In this way,
That's okay, so that she can have room to slowly improve in the future.
Putting down his pen, Mo Yan rubbed his sore hands, which made all the young men of the wolf generation and, ahem, the elite generation feel very distressed and wished they could immediately go forward and rub the beauty's wrists.
"What's wrong?" But there was a man here who could make everyone jealous, and that was Mo Ze. When Mo Yan put down his pen and rubbed his wrist, Mo Ze didn't act like the emperor asking for instructions and came over. He understood that if he asked for an order, it would be settled.
It's not his turn.
Facing Mo Ze, Mo Yan didn't have the aura of not letting strangers in, and chuckled. "It's okay, my wrist is a little sore. I haven't written for a long time. I wrote too much at once." What Mo Yan said was true. She had indeed been writing for a long time.
I haven’t written any more, so I feel a little rusty.
"You..." The doting and helpless tone showed that this elegant and fairy-like woman in white has a helpless side.
Mo Yan just chuckled, and then let his right hand be held by Mo Ze. Mo Ze showed no concern in the public, and Mo Yan didn't care about other people's eyes at all. When the eunuch picked up Mo Yan's calligraphy and showed it to the emperor,
, Mo Ze also took Mo Yan aside and gently rubbed her hands to relieve the pressure on her hands.
Silent warmth spread between the brother and sister. When everyone was admiring Mo Yan's calligraphy and marveling at her handwriting, Mo Ze was gently rubbing her hands for her. Of course, some interested people looked at Mo Ze jealously.
, all of them wished they could replace Mo Ze, among them Li Moyuan was the most qualified, he was the one qualified to touch those hands...
When everyone was jealous, envious, and wanted to kill Mo Ze with their eyes, Mo Ze enjoyed the beauty's caress without caring. He usually rubbed Mo Yan's hands and took the opportunity to pass a few pieces of fruit to Mo Yan, without bothering everyone.
That Ling Chi's look was in his eyes.
You guys, just be jealous. This is my sister. My Mo Ze’s sister, Bingqing Yujie, is not something ordinary people like you can touch. I am the only one in this world that Mo Yan can trust so much...
The emperor studied the painting written by Mo Yan for a long time, and after reading it, something unknown seemed to flash in his eyes. His eyes only stared at that sentence: Ask the vast earth, who is responsible for the ups and downs.
Who is the master of ups and downs? There seemed to be something more in the emperor's eyes when he looked at Mo Yan. He no longer regarded her simply as an ordinary woman, but as a descendant of Mo Ziyan, the former patron saint of the celestial calendar.
Mo Yan said that although she was a woman, she was also the daughter of the patron saint of the celestial calendar. How could a father like that have a mediocre daughter? How could a tiger father have a dog girl?
After a while, Mo Yan's hands were not as sore as before. The emperor motioned to everyone to circulate the words Mo Yan had just written. His hands formed a book, and both books were different. If they had not seen the words on the spot, they would not have believed it.
This was written by both hands at the same time, and the handwriting is exactly the same...
Good words, good poems... Mo Yan, what kind of woman are you? What happened to your world after fifteen years of stupidity? You have been like a soulless puppet for fifteen years. Why did you suddenly become so stupid?
However, the situation has changed. Mo Yan, if you don't make a sound, it will be fine, but if you make a sound, it will be astonishing...