For Ling Luo now, one more friend is better than one more enemy.
The two chatted casually for a few words, and Mu Yuanshan's topic remained on Xuanyuan Yu.
"Luo'er, is your beggar fiancé really reliable? If you don't like it, my uncle will make the decision and help you find another one."
"Ugh..." Ling Luo blinked her eyes, smiled a little awkwardly, and was speechless.
"Really, Cousin Luo, how can a girl marry a beggar? If it were me, I would definitely marry the biggest hero in the world!" When Mu Ranran said this, he looked proud and yearning.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, feeling that she was a real person. She nodded and said, "You will definitely marry the biggest hero in the world."
"Cousin Luo, have you heard that the Ghost General of the Dongchen Kingdom is very powerful?" Mu Ranran's eyes lit up, "I heard that the Ghost General's sister, Princess Bing'er, will lead the Dongchen Kingdom today.
The envoys came to congratulate the Queen’s aunt on her birthday.”
"You girl." Mu Yuanshan sighed softly, with a reproachful tone in his voice, "You put the enemy's general in your mouth all day long, and you are not afraid of the emperor punishing you!"
"What am I afraid of?" Mu Ranran looked fearless, with a bright smile on his face, "I don't care what his identity is, I just admire him."
Ling Luo was quite surprised. The word "Ghost General" was equivalent to a taboo in the palace of Xijiu Kingdom.
Xuanyuan Yu stood behind him within three steps of Ling Luo, with his arms folded across his chest, a faint smile on his lips, and looked at her quietly, saying: "Ghost General? When did a ghost general appear in the Dongchen Kingdom?
How come I’ve never heard of it?”
Ling Luo rolled her eyes and scolded in a low voice: "What do you know, you scum."
Although the voice was very low, it was still caught by Mu Yuanshan, who had keen ears. He turned around and noticed Xuanyuan Yu's presence.
Mu Yuanshan looked Xuanyuan Yu up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and said, "Are you Luo'er's beggar fiancé?"
"Yes, uncle." Xuanyuan Yu's peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons, and his attitude was very respectful and polite, "My name is Yu."
Mu Yuanshan's long eyebrows frowned slightly. He couldn't tell what he was feeling. The young man in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"I heard that your cultivation is very good and you can defeat His Royal Highness in one move."
Xuanyuan Yu opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely bright, and the golden light flashed away, and he said: "Yu's cultivation is shallow, and his victory over His Highness the Crown Prince that time was just a fluke."
When Mu Yuanshan touched the golden light in Xuanyuan Yu's eyes, his whole body was shaken, with a look of surprise on his face, and he said: "You are..."
"Mu Youxiang." Xuanyuan Yu's eyes flickered, and the majesty of the king could not help but exude, and even the smile on the corner of his lips had a more stern meaning.
Mu Yuanshan's thick lips moved slightly, he took a deep breath and said, "I once served as a missionary to the Jialan Kingdom on the emperor's order, and I was quite impressed."
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes became somewhat meaningful, and he said: "The Jialan country has outstanding people, and it is reasonable for Prime Minister Mu to be deeply impressed."
Mu Yuanshan looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a hint of awe in his eyes and said yes again and again.
Ling Luo looked very strange. Normally, considering Mu Yuanshan's position in the court, one person below ten thousand people, there was no need to bow to anyone. Why was he so respectful to Xuanyuan Yu?