The king of the Meng clan noticed that Xue Qingyin's eyes were not on him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning his head to look.

For the Mon people, the faces of Yizhou officials are not that easy to distinguish, unless their personal characteristics are particularly obvious. For example, whether they have a beard, how tall, short, fat, or thin they are, and what patterns are embroidered on the official uniforms they wear.

If two bearded men were standing in front of each other, equally tall and equally fat, it would be really difficult to tell them apart.

Therefore, when the Mon king took a quick look, he didn't see anything special at first.

But what is irritating is that He Songning is good-looking enough.

The Mon people cannot tell who is who, but can they also tell who is ugly and who is good-looking?

"Are you looking at him?" the Mon king asked.

"No." Xue Qingyin turned her head and denied.

The expression of the king of the Meng clan changed very subtly, and he whispered: "How could you make such a mistake?"

Xue Qingyin: "What?"

The King of the Meng Clan stared at her and said, "I didn't say who it was, so why did you deny it so quickly?"

Xue Qingyin paused for an extremely brief moment, then smiled and said: "Among the few people standing there, only one is young and good-looking. If you ask me, who else can you ask if you don't ask him? Would you care about me staring at an old man?

How long do you want to watch?"

After Xue Qingyin finished speaking, she shook her head and said, "I'm still thinking, is it possible that if I look at other people more often, the king will feel unhappy?"

The Mon king fell silent for a moment.

What she said didn't sound strange.

The king of the Meng clan immediately summoned someone to come forward, pointed at He Songning and asked, "What's that person's name?"

"My name is Ding Xu." The minister who replied paused and said hurriedly: "But there is something wrong with this person?"

"With such an appearance, why did you get such an ordinary name?" The king of the Meng clan said while looking at Xue Qingyin's expression without any trace.

Xue Qingyin pursed her lips and glanced at the slave woman packing her bags not far away.

"This..." The minister who replied was stunned. He didn't understand why he was confused about whether someone's name was common or not.

But the answer must be answered.

The minister said: "Xu means the sun, so it may be a rare name."

"What is his origin?"

"The younger brother of Yizhou Sibing is a scholar and his family is in Beijing."

"People from the capital? Why are you here?"

"It is said that he offended a big shot and had no choice but to flee here to join his brothers."

"Why bring him?"

"It was the soldier who cried and shouted that his mother loved this little brother the most. If he died in Yizhou City, I might not be able to explain to his mother..."

The king of the Meng clan laughed: "What big shot did you offend? Could it be that you deceived some noble lady of the Liang Dynasty with the help of your skin?"

The minister could not answer.

The king of the Meng clan did not ask any more questions and waved him away.

The minister responded and retreated.

But the Mon king suddenly said again: "Wait a minute."

The minister turned around in fear and bent down.

The Mon king said: "Call him over. Since he is from the capital, I will ask him if he is familiar with the layout of the towers in the capital..."

The minister's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Exactly, exactly, I almost forgot that this person can have such a wonderful effect..."

After saying that, he flattered me a few times and then turned around to call someone.

Xue Qingyin then turned her head: "If you want to know what's going on in Beijing, why don't you ask me?"

The king of the Mon clan said: "If you refuse to tell me, what can I do to you? He is different. If he does not explain fully enough... I will break his bones and peel off his skin, but it will be just a casual matter."

"

Xue Qingyin gritted her teeth and finally squeezed out only one word: "Oh."

"Is it because I miss your husband that I don't talk much today? I feel uncomfortable in my heart when I think that others are already in Yizhou and you are in Zicheng?" the king of the Meng clan asked with a smile.

Xue Qingyin rolled her eyes: "Did you forget? I told you that I am willing to marry you. Why do I feel uncomfortable?"

The king of the Meng clan smiled and said, "I really wish that."

Xue Qingyin pouted and said: "I'm tired, let's take a rest."

The king of the Meng clan hurriedly said: "Don't you wait for that Ding Xu to come over and talk?"

Xue Qingyin turned back and glared at him: "Why should I wait for him? I don't know him."

The king of the Meng clan said helplessly: "I saw that you couldn't take your eyes off him. I thought it was because he was young and handsome..."

When he mentioned the word "young", the Mon king gritted his teeth and emphasized his tone.

Xue Qingyin interrupted unhappily: "So what? Could it be that if I really marry you, can you still let me have a few more male favorites?"

The Mon king said: "It's not impossible to be like him."

Xue Qingyin: "...?"

The king of the Meng clan paused: "Like King Xuan, there is no need."

Xue Qingyin pouted. Oh, my husband is too powerful. Are you afraid that he will blow your head off with his backhand?

Xue Qingyin said nothing and left immediately with Qiao Xinyu.

After she left, the Mon king's face darkened.

She is very smart, and she hides it very well, but... she usually doesn't even bother to make many expressions, and always looks bland and has a lazy posture.

Today, he was laughing and scolding, with all sorts of expressions on his face.

It makes the eyebrows more beautiful.

There are also more abnormalities.

At this time, He Songning was brought to the king of the Meng clan.

The king of the Meng clan glanced at him and felt that this man's aura was unusual. But when he tried to figure it out again, it was completely gone.

The king of the Meng clan had a ridiculous guess in his heart...

It couldn't be that King Xuan took advantage of the chaos and got in, right?

"King." He Songning bowed his head and bowed to him, then raised his head and smiled: "I heard that you have something to ask me?"

The king of the Meng clan suppressed his thoughts and asked aloud: "Can you draw?"

He Songning said: "I wonder what kind of picture it is?"

The Mon king said: "That's it. I want you to draw the defense map of the capital."

A dark light quickly flashed across He Songning's eyes, and he said: "Yes."

He Songning acted quickly and presented the picture to the Mon king early the next morning.

He vividly performed the gesture of eagerly wanting to be appreciated by the Mon people.

The king of the Meng clan got the picture and handed it to Dou Ruyun: "You used to be an errand in the capital. Do you think his painting is correct?"

He Songning pursed his lips, but he didn't expect that the king of the Meng clan was not a fool.

Dou Ruyun lowered his head and took a cursory glance, unable to figure out what the Meng clan king meant.

But thinking about what Xue Qingyin had told her early on, she must continue to treat herself as a subordinate of the King of the Meng Clan before she completely broke up with her. She would do whatever the King of the Meng Clan ordered, without any deception.

Otherwise, the Mon people would soon suspect whether they had switched their allegiance to someone else.

After a long while, Dou Ruyun raised his head and said truthfully: "There are three things that are wrong in the painting."

He pointed them out one by one as he spoke.

The king of the Meng clan sneered: "How dare you deceive me? Go and get his brothers."

He Songning looked panicked and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I have absolutely no deceit...He, what kind of errand did he do in the capital? Maybe he deceived you?"

Dou Ruyun said coldly: "I used to be the leader of the Xiaowei. What I said is not trustworthy. How can you trust the words of a playboy like you?"

He Songning scolded: "You are talking nonsense! I have seen the leader of Xiaowei, but I don't look like you..."

Dou Ruyun frowned: "It was me a few years ago, why? What's wrong?"

He Songning sneered: "Oh, no wonder you are wrong. You must have been away from Beijing for many years. How do you know what kind of changes there are in Beijing?"

Dou Ruyun was silent.

The king of the Meng clan pondered for a moment and said: "It makes sense."
To be continued...