MTL - Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard-Chapter 787 The original hero is a woman? 16

  Chapter 787 The original hero is a woman? 16

  Hearing this, Leng Ao frowned, "Yu Ling, shut up."

  When Leng Yuling heard the words, he was wronged again, but he still closed his mouth obediently, but looked at Leng Hanxi as if he wanted to make Leng Hanxi go late.

   Seeing Leng Yuling shut up, Leng Ao cupped his hands at Mo Chen.

   "Your Highness, the woman in Tsing Yi behind you is the unworthy daughter of my minister. I would like to talk to her alone. Is it convenient?" Leng Ao lowered his posture and said to Mo Chen.

   "It's not convenient." Mo Chen replied casually, then turned around and went to the palace.

   "Your Highness, I just want to talk to my daughter, isn't that too much." The cold and arrogant voice was tinged with hardness.

Hearing this, Mo Chen twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't look back. He just stopped and said, "I think the general made a mistake. The woman in Tsing Yi next to me is called Nandu, and she is my disciple. It's not the general's daughter." He continued to walk into the palace.

   Leng Ao looked at the backs of the three leaving, clenched his fingers, and snorted coldly.

  Still sullen, admit your mistake? impossible! No one will admit that Leng Hanxi is wrong.

  The general's wife raised her head slightly, looking at Leng Hanxi's back, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, which disappeared in a flash, "The palace banquet is about to begin, what are you waiting for, the general."

  Hearing the words, Leng Ao raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and then walked into the palace banquet.

  …

  The start time of the palace banquet is based on the time when the emperor comes.

  Seeing that Yuan Jin hadn't come yet, Mo Chen pulled Leng Hanxi and Qingyue to sit aside.

  In Luoyue Kingdom, there is no saying that men and women have different seats, so the three of Mo Chen were arranged together.

  Mo Chen glanced at the things on the table, reached out and picked a grape, then threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Well, you two can do whatever you want."

   Leng Hanxi and Qingyue didn't know what it meant to be a lady, so they were naturally a little cautious. They each lifted a jug of wine, poured it and started drinking.

  Leng Hanxi had a good capacity for alcohol in his last life, but in this life, his body seems to have never drunk alcohol. After taking a sip of wine, he choked on it, and then coughed crazily.

  Seeing this, Mo Chen just twitched the corners of his mouth.

  Seeing Qingyue, she chuckled lightly, with bright mockery in her eyes, "Little Duzi, don't drink if you don't know how to drink, it will hurt your health." She covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

  That smile is simply called a thousand kinds of style.

   Leng Hanxi was stunned for a moment, then reached out and patted his head, tsk, this body really can't help drinking.

  I got dizzy from just one glass of wine.

   "If you want to control it, I'll be happy to drink it, and don't call me a little belly." It's so ugly.

   As he spoke, he held the wine jug and was about to bring the spout to his mouth.

  Mo Chen stretched out his hand to block her, "Don't drink if you can't drink, I won't help you if something goes wrong later."

  Leng Hanxi "..." Hey~ I was disgusted by the beauty master.

  …

   Not long after, with a shrill voice, the whole banquet fell silent.

   "The emperor is here, Concubine Yao is here."

   "Long live the emperor, and a thousand years for the imperial concubine." Then she fell to her knees.

  There were only three people standing in the audience, which seemed to stand out from the crowd.

  Yuan Jin saw it naturally, but his face was gloomy, he didn't speak, and walked directly to the high hall.

   After sitting down, Yuan Jin waved his hand, "Everyone is flat."

   Following Yuan Jin's utterance, a group of people below stood up.

  Yuan Jin's voice continued, nothing more than saying something about the palace banquet.

  Mo Chen didn't bother to pay attention, leaning on the chair and drinking wine.

   After pouring another glass of wine for himself, he heard the people in the high hall calling him.

   "Chen'er, I heard that you chose a princess for yourself, is that the woman next to you?" Yuan Jin looked at Mo Chen kindly.

  In the eyes of outsiders, Yuan Jin loves Yuan Mochen very much. In the eyes of everyone, Yuan Jin is partial to Yuan Mochen to the point of pampering him.

  Mo Chen raised his eyelids, "Yes."

  Yuan Jin squinted his eyes, and then turned his attention to Qingyue, "Are you the owner of the Zhaixing Pavilion?"

  Qingyue hooked her lips, stood up, patted her dress, and looked straight at Yuanjin, "The daughter of the people has seen the emperor."

   "The appearance is very good, and it is also very good to match the emperor's son." Yuan Jin looked at Qingyue lovingly.

  Qing Yue shivered darkly, the way the dog emperor looked at him reminded him of the way those women looked at him back then.

   "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment. Qingyue also thinks that Qingyue is a perfect match for His Highness." Qingyue said with a smile.

  Everyone's "..." faces.

  Leng Hanxi "..." is shameless!

  Yuan Jin's face froze for a moment, and then he waved Qing Yue to sit down.

  He was afraid that he couldn't help but pat the table.

   Seeing Qingyue sitting down, Yuan Jin shifted his gaze to Leng Hanxi.

   "The woman in Tsing Yi next to the emperor is your apprentice?" Yuan Jin looked at Leng Hanxi indifferently and said.

   This cultivation base is low, he is not afraid.

   Leng Hanxi was suddenly called on, and stood up so fast, "The famous lady has seen the emperor." She said while holding a handkerchief, and blessed Yuan Jin.

  Well, when I was acting in the palace dramas of the Qing Dynasty, it seemed that girls saluted like this.

   Seeing this, Yuan Jin frowned slightly, "Aren't you from Luoyue Kingdom?"

  Luoyue Country's Blessing Body Ritual is not like her.

  Leng Hanxi "..." What are you talking about?

   "How do you know?" Leng Hanxi asked subconsciously.

  Yuan Jin's expression darkened, "I don't know which country the girl is from?"

   "Ah, China." Leng Hanxi began to make up nonsense.

  Mo Chen stretched out his hand to support his forehead, if he had known earlier, he would not have brought her into the palace.

  Bringing Shuangxue Yirong into her appearance is better than this.

   "Oh? Huaxia, what kind of country is that?" Yuan Jin thought for a while, but he didn't remember which country Huaxia was.

   "That's an ancient and mysterious..." Just as Leng Hanxi was about to start her storytelling journey, she was interrupted by a voice.

   "Naughty girl, shut up." An angry voice sounded, and everyone followed the sound, and saw a cold and arrogant expression of anger.

   "Your Majesty, I'm guilty." After Leng Ao finished speaking, he tossed his robe and knelt on the ground.

  Yuan Jin's expression flickered, and he squinted at Leng Ao, "What does Leng Aiqing mean?"

   Seeing this, Mo Chen stretched, leaned back on the chair and started watching the play.

  Qingyue also watched with interest.

   And Leng Hanxi looked at Leng Ao with a puzzled face, why does this old guy always add drama to himself? She hasn't even finished her performance yet!

"Your Majesty, you don't know. The new apprentice of His Highness the Crown Prince is my unworthy eldest daughter. She was imprisoned by me for making a mistake a few days ago, and then ran away from home. The old minister has been looking for her for a long time. , She not only deceived His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but now she also wants to deceive the emperor, because I have no way to teach, and I ask the emperor to punish me." As she spoke, she kowtowed heavily on the ground.

  Yuan Jin "..."! ! If you are really sleepy, someone will send you a pillow.

   I was worried that I couldn't find Yuan Mochen and went to the wrong place, now it's all right!

   Tsk, this is the first time I find that Leng Ao, an old man, is quite pleasing to the eye.

  (end of this chapter)