coobybook Chapter 191 Gifts
Chapter 191 Gifts
"Your Majesty is here!"
"Long live my emperor."
Feng Jiuqing took advantage of the situation and looked up at Mo Ling secretly. Oh, good, he is wearing a mask. Is he going to compete with Canglang?
Feng Jiuqing secretly raised his eyebrows. He knew very well how heavy those two slaps were. If Mo Ling had not come out with a mask, his face would have shocked everyone in the court and the country when it appeared. Tsk.
"Stand up, let the banquet begin."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Mo Ling took the first seat, glanced at the ministers, and then set his eyes on Feng Jiuqing.
Why are you looking at him? There is nothing wrong with his face. And your Majesty, don't you know how eye-catching your eyes are? Are you trying to make him the focus of this banquet?
Could he be more obedient? Was it because I didn't slap him hard enough? Or was it because Mo Ling had a special habit and liked being beaten? Why didn't I notice that Mo Ling liked this before? It seemed that I didn't slap him hard enough.
Feng Jiuqing quietly stepped back a little, using Lu Jue to block Mo Ling's gaze, and also blocked several other gazes that were looking at him.
"Ajian, why did His Majesty suddenly wear a mask to attend the banquet?" Bai Yunjin approached Jian Han and asked softly.
Jian Han gave him a cold look, and Bai Yunjin shrank his neck. What does his wife mean by this? Did he say something wrong? Why is she so fierce all of a sudden? He was just asking out of curiosity. QAQ.
Feng Jiuqing was drowsy watching the gift-giving segment, which was nothing more than some rare delicacies, precious treasures, or rare books and pearls found by those ministers.
It's the same every year, nothing new. Feng Jiuqing looked around and didn't find anything unusual.
So what about the arranged assassination?
Where is it? He waited until the flowers withered.
Seeing that Mo Ling looked uninterested, the King of Nancheng kept looking at Ah He and chuckled, "What's wrong with Ah Ling? Is the young master of the Prime Minister's family any different? Ah Ling has been staring at him. Could it be that he wants to confer another title of nobility?"
Mo Ling retracted his gaze, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and whispered, "Brother, he is afraid of me."
Nancheng Wang's eyes flashed with understanding, and he comforted him softly: "This young master is indeed timid. Ah Ling, if you treat him more gently, maybe he won't be afraid of you anymore."
Mo Ling shook his head, with a hint of pain in his eyes, and whispered: "Brother, he is resisting me. I thought he would hate me and scold me, but I didn't expect that he just no longer had me in his eyes and resisted all my contact."
The King of Nancheng's eyes deepened. Did Mo Ling mistake Ah He for Ming Qing? But didn't he say Ah He was not Ming Qing at the last palace banquet? Why did he seem to mistake Ah He for Ming Qing again this time?
"A Ling, you are the emperor, just one person. If you really want it, why worry about not getting it? Why are you so sad?"
Mo Ling glanced at Feng Jiuqing's timid look, and an unspeakable pain spread throughout his body. His eyes were slightly red, and he whispered: "Royal brother, Qingqing has a strong temper. Even if he has forgotten the past, if he remembers it one day, I'm afraid he will still break up with me completely."
"Moreover, I suspect Qingqing didn't lose his memory at all. He just didn't want to be my Mingqing anymore. So he deliberately distanced himself from me and resisted my approach. He knew everything, but he just didn't want to forgive me."
"Brother, I don't know what to do so that Qingqing will forgive me."
"Qingqing?" The King of Nancheng had just the right amount of doubt in his eyes, "But isn't that young master Ah He? Ah Ling, didn't you say that he wasn't Mingqing? Why are you calling him Qingqing again today?"
Mo Ling lowered his eyes, suppressed all his emotions and said softly: "I don't know, but I feel that he is Qingqing today."
King Nancheng poured a glass of wine for Mo Ling and handed it to him, a hint of smile flashing in his eyes: "Why, if you hadn't been so fierce to others at the palace banquet that day, why would he be afraid of you today?"
Mo Ling didn't say anything, just drank the wine in silence.
At this moment, the Western Yan envoy shouted to Mo Ling: "It happens to be the 100th birthday of His Majesty the Great Yue, and we from Western Yan would like to present a precious gift to His Majesty."
Mo Ling was not interested at all, he just glanced at him casually, "Oh, I want to see what the gift is?"
The envoy smiled triumphantly, "Bring it up!"
A huge closed flower bud was lifted up. The ministers looked at the flower bud and whispered to each other, all guessing what the precious gift from Xiyan would be.
Feng Jiuqing took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes and smiled. There was a slight breathing sound in the flower bud, which should be a living thing. If he guessed correctly, it should be a person.
Sending someone here at this time, could it be that Xiyan wants to form another marriage alliance? However, Dayue currently does not have a princess of the right age. Even if there is one, Feng Jiuqing will not let the princess marry there again. After all, the last princess who married, Wuyou's mother, died a very tragic death.
She suffered humiliation in Western Yan, but only gained peace for ten years. In the end, she was beheaded by the treacherous people of Western Yan as a sacrifice on the battlefield to humiliate Dai Viet.
But the emperor at that time, Prince Jing, who had committed treason and usurped the throne, was a man who only cared about pleasure. Even though Western Yan had humiliated Dai Viet so much, he actually sent people to seek peace and even signed the humiliating Yucheng Alliance, which is commonly known as the Brotherhood Alliance among the people.
If he had not dealt a heavy blow to Xiyan after he came to power, I am afraid that Dai Viet would have to send gifts to Xiyan every year instead of Xiyan coming to Dai Viet to send gifts. Even the princess, he forced Xiyan to erect a monument for her and offer sacrifices every year, but the battlefield was chaotic and the princess's body was no longer found.
This time he wanted to see what Xiyan was going to do.
The flower bud slowly opened, revealing a handsome man holding a wooden sword in his hand and dancing slowly.
Is this, performing a sword dance? It seems that Xiyan is quite sensitive to news. First someone sent Ah He who looks like him, and then Xiyan sent this person who looks very similar to the sword dance he did back then.
What? Is he really some hot white moonlight? Anyone wants to get close to him. Do they really think he has no temper?
A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, and he glanced at Canglang unnoticeably.
Cang Lang paused with his hand holding the wine glass. Is the master going to assign him another task? Fine, after all, he is the master.
When the dance was over, there were cheers all around, and the envoys from Western Yan looked even more proud.
He danced quite well indeed. Feng Jiuqing put down his teacup and looked at the man.
Although the man had a calm expression, the arrogance in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
It seems that he is a proud and arrogant person. Feng Jiuqing withdrew his gaze and continued to eat without paying much attention.
The Western Yan envoy said, "Your Majesty, this is Prince Siliodo of Western Yan. I have admired Your Majesty of Dai Viet for a long time. I wish to establish a good relationship with Your Majesty and make the alliance between Western Yan and Dai Viet last forever."
Covenant? What covenant? That damn brotherly covenant had long been torn up by Feng Jiuqing. Later, Xiyan only handed over a letter of surrender, but there was no covenant.