Some days have passed.

The princess of Beiyuan Kingdom came to Beijing, and the whole capital was full of excitement and joy.

Ordinary people rushed out to watch, hoping to be lucky enough to see this exotic princess with their own eyes.

The grand and solemn procession slowly walked into the palace.

In addition to the wedding princess, the king of Beiyuan also came to Beijing.

There was a grand wedding banquet in the palace, and the news spread to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, which caught people off guard.

It is said that the candidate to marry Princess Beiyuan will be selected at the banquet. This is a very simple matter, but this time the marriage is a bit different from the tradition. Princess Beiyuan actually selected the person herself, and the emperor of Dongyue Kingdom also

promise.

As for who Princess Beihara will choose, there is no clue who she will be.

In the evening of that day, a grand banquet was held in the palace hall.

The decoration is luxurious and grand, and even the clothes of the palace people are brand new.

Sitting on the throne is the emperor of his country, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, looking majestic and majestic. The queen sitting on his left hand, the king of Beiyuan on the right, and then the lower ones in sequence, with the crown prince and the crown prince sitting on the upper left.

|Concubines, then to all the princes and princesses, princes and important ministers in the court, etc.

The one on the right is basically an envoy from Beiyuan Kingdom.

In the middle, there is an empty stage, where a dancing girl is performing, and the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious.

Qu Tan'er took a rough look at the surrounding situation.

There were no empty seats and everyone was basically here.

The only thing missing was the protagonist of this banquet—Princess Beihara. As for what were you going to do?

It seems that we are preparing to perform something.

Finally, Qu Tan'er's eyes stopped curiously on the king of Beiyuan Kingdom. He has brown hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and is Caucasian... How rare! And she heard him chatting with the emperor, speaking Chinese, which was obviously a bit stiff,

Moreover, the pronunciation is not very accurate, but it is understandable.

"Master, tell me, who will the princess choose to marry?" Jing Xin poured a cup of scented tea for Qu Tan'er and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. But..." Qu Tan'er looked at Mo Liancheng beside him and shook his head with a sigh. He couldn't figure out anything about this matter. The man in her family is too evil-looking.

Something big has happened, alas. (PS: Comparing one's feelings with others, unless the princess is blind, she would not choose Mo Liancheng.)

"What if you really choose the prince?"

"Liangban, not bad." Ask her what to do? How does she know what to do?

"Master, aren't you worried?" Jing Xin felt slightly confused.

Qu Tan'er's little face suddenly came close to the center of the mirror, and she wilted. She asked angrily: "Do you see that? Are you worried or not?" She was worried, very worried, but she was worried that she could stop the emperor of a country at will.

Decision? If you want to blame, blame the emperor. Why did he agree to the condition that the princess of Beiyuan Kingdom choose her own husband?

Mo Liancheng sipped tea leisurely, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.

"Bago, are you... worried?" Mo Jingxuan jumped several seats and moved to Mo Liancheng's table, squeezed in, and asked in a slightly lowered voice.

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows lightly and asked nonchalantly: "What do you think this king should be worried about?"

Qu Tan'er curled her lips, interjected, and said: "You know why you ask."

"Yes! Sister-in-law Eight is right, just pretending." Mo Jingxuan quickly wanted to be on the same side as Qu Tan'er and smiled strangely.

Unexpectedly, a certain woman glanced at him and said rudely: "I was just talking about you."

"Uh? Why is it me?" Mo Jingxuan was confused, but a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. Days passed.

The princess of Beiyuan Kingdom came to Beijing, and the whole capital was full of excitement and joy.

Ordinary people rushed out to watch, hoping to be lucky enough to see this exotic princess with their own eyes.

The grand and solemn procession slowly walked into the palace.

In addition to the wedding princess, the king of Beiyuan also came to Beijing.

There was a grand wedding banquet in the palace, and the news spread to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, which caught people off guard.

It is said that the candidate to marry Princess Beiyuan will be selected at the banquet. This is a very simple matter, but this time the marriage is a bit different from the tradition. Princess Beiyuan actually selected the person herself, and the emperor of Dongyue Kingdom also

promise.

As for who Princess Beihara will choose, there is no clue who she will be.

In the evening of that day, a grand banquet was held in the palace hall.

The decoration is luxurious and grand, and even the clothes of the palace people are brand new.

Sitting on the throne is the emperor of his country, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, looking majestic and majestic. The queen sitting on his left hand, the king of Beiyuan on the right, and then the lower ones in sequence, with the crown prince and the crown prince sitting on the upper left.

|Concubines, then to all the princes and princesses, princes and important ministers in the court, etc.

The one on the right is basically an envoy from Beiyuan Kingdom.

In the middle, there is an empty stage, where a dancing girl is performing, and the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious.

Qu Tan'er took a rough look at the surrounding situation.

There were no empty seats and everyone was basically here.

The only thing missing was the protagonist of this banquet—Princess Beihara. As for what were you going to do?

It seems that we are preparing to perform something.

Finally, Qu Tan'er's eyes stopped curiously on the king of Beiyuan Kingdom. He has brown hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and is Caucasian... How rare! And she heard him chatting with the emperor, speaking Chinese, which was obviously a bit stiff,

Moreover, the pronunciation is not very accurate, but it is understandable.

"Master, tell me, who will the princess choose to marry?" Jing Xin poured a cup of scented tea for Qu Tan'er and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. But..." Qu Tan'er looked at Mo Liancheng beside him and shook his head with a sigh. He couldn't figure out anything about this matter. The man in her family is too evil-looking.

Something big has happened, alas. (PS: Comparing one's feelings with others, unless the princess is blind, she would not choose Mo Liancheng.)

"What if you really choose the prince?"

"Liangban, not bad." Ask her what to do? How does she know what to do?

"Master, aren't you worried?" Jing Xin felt slightly confused.

Qu Tan'er's little face suddenly came close to the center of the mirror, and she wilted. She asked angrily: "Do you see that? Are you worried or not?" She was worried, very worried, but she was worried that she could stop the emperor of a country at will.

Decision? If you want to blame, blame the emperor. Why did he agree to the condition that the princess of Beiyuan Kingdom choose her own husband?

Mo Liancheng sipped tea leisurely, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.

"Bago, are you... worried?" Mo Jingxuan jumped several seats and moved to Mo Liancheng's table, squeezed in, and asked in a slightly lowered voice.

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows lightly and asked nonchalantly: "What do you think this king should be worried about?"

Qu Tan'er curled her lips, interjected, and said: "You know why you ask."

"Yes! Sister-in-law Eight is right, just pretending." Mo Jingxuan quickly wanted to be on the same side as Qu Tan'er and smiled strangely.

Unexpectedly, a certain woman glanced at him and said rudely: "I was just talking about you."
Chapter completed!