My wife can't be like this

Chapter 23 Mr. Mo's suitor 3

Mr. Mo's suitor 3,

The days of battling paintings with people and drawing sketches passed quickly every day, and I didn't care about how lively the market outside the palace was. In the blink of an eye, it was already Shangxian Festival.

On the morning of Shangxian Festival, Mo Yu was pulled out of bed in the early hours of the morning, took a bath and changed clothes, assembled and hurried on the road, and guarded several places where the imperial team will appear early. If it is daytime, then the effect should probably be excellent Yes, it's a pity that until the painters took their positions, it was still so dark that no fingers could be seen, and there were people rushing by with torches from time to time. Because Mo Yu didn't like each other very much with the old painters in the palace, he was assigned to Naturally, the location wasn't that good, but he wrote and composed the picture quickly, so it wouldn't affect him in any way.

When the sky was just getting dark, there was finally a faint movement from a distance. It should be that the ministers entered the palace one after another. Mo Yu couldn't help rubbing his stomach. He has drawn several times by the firelight since he woke up in the middle of the night. But I didn't drink any water myself, so I felt that I couldn't be more pitiful at this time. It's a pity that not only him, but also the emperor's ministers were not able to have lunch together until noon.

Just as Mo Yu was thinking, a sudden warmth came over her.

"Is Zipei cold?" Wen Shao's voice appeared in his ears in time. Today Wen Shao is wearing a general's uniform suitable for an official. With caring eyes, anyone would believe that this is a general who controls the battlefield fairly and strictly.

When Mo Yu was asked by Wen Shao under the gaze of so many people, she couldn't help feeling a little inexplicably happy, her face flushed with embarrassment, "It's not cold..."

Before he finished speaking, both hands were already held in the opponent's hands. Wen Shao's hands were a circle larger than Mo Yu's. The body spreads around.

"Zipei has worked hard here," Wen Shao said. Mo Yu felt as if something had been stuffed into his hands when he said this. After realizing what it probably was, Mo Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes. "It's a pity that Zhenlu has something to do and can't be with Zipei."

Mo Yu shook her head lightly, "It's okay."

Wen Shao nodded, finally let go of his hand, exchanged some pleasantries with his surroundings and finally left, leaving only the remaining painters and soldiers teasing the ruddy Mo Yu.

"It seems that Mr. Mo and General Wen are really very affectionate."

"Is it true that the saying of 'I can't leave you for a moment' in the city is true?"

"However, General Wen and Mr. Mo standing together really look like a husband and wife."

"..." On the other side, Mo Yu, who was teased by everyone, didn't let go of Wen Shao's hand for a long time, not because she was shy or moved or wanted to reminisce.It's true: Wen Shao stuffed too much nougat just now, as long as Mo Yu lets go, he will definitely reveal his stuff.

Thinking about it, it must be the first time for the little general to do such a thing, secretly stuffing something into someone's hand but being discovered, Mo Yu really thinks this is a sweet and distressing thing.

After that, Mo Yu found a chance to put the nougat in the bucket of her paintbrush, and quickly put the candy in her stomach. Although there was only this nougat for breakfast and she was still thirsty after eating it, But I have to admit, compared to the hunger of other painters, Mo Yu still has a sense of pride in her heart: the feeling of showing off that my husband is the best in the world...

The morning of the Shangxian Festival is relatively dull, and it is mainly used for show. Mo Yu first followed the team to the city wall to welcome the foreign teams entering the city, and then watched the countries presenting gifts and receiving rewards in the court hall, because he was just an ordinary painter and had no qualifications. Looking directly at Long Yan, so what Mo Yu drew this morning was either a sea of ​​people, or her brother, father and husband.

After staying like this for a whole morning, it was finally time for dinner. Perhaps Wen Shao had communicated with the assigned person. When it was time for dinner, Mo Yu was assigned to be in charge of Wen Shao and several other generals, which was quite a challenge for both of them. A good decision, Mo Yu only needs to quietly watch Wen Shao chat with others occasionally, and then draw a few portraits, especially serious ones, is enough to solve the task, and the rest of the time, Mo Yu puts most of his energy on eating and drinking , making the little painters on the side so envious, Mo Yu was eating like no one else on this side, and a person suddenly stood out from the crowd on the other side.

"Your Majesty, Wu Dong of Dongqi Kingdom has something to ask for." Mo Yu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and almost threw the cup out with a trembling hand.

Kneeling in the middle of the floor was His Royal Highness Prince Dongqi who had previously threatened to open Mo Yu's animation city to his own country. Mo Yu knew that he had entered the palace several times before, so he must have told the emperor about it. And the emperor's attitude is probably not very positive, but he just doesn't understand what he is begging for at the banquet now.

Apparently the emperor was also a little puzzled, and naturally he had to let Wu Dong speak in full view, so he raised his hand from a distance, "Say it."

Wu Dong didn't have any expression on his face, and his body was straight when he was kneeling on the ground. It's a pity that his body is still dazzling today, "I want to ask the emperor to marry me."

The emperor's voice was a little heavy, "Who do you want?"

"I fell in love with Mr. Mo Yu from Animation City at first sight." Of course, if there was a trace of sincerity on his face when he said these words, Mo Yu would not want to laugh as much as he does now.

But Mo Yu wanted to laugh, but some people couldn't.

"Nonsense! Mr. Mo Yu is the young wife of our Wen family, the mistress who is being married by the emperor who bestowed a marriage. How can you say that you can give a marriage if you say you can do it? Prince Wu Dong is too natural!"

Old General Wen jumped up and said, "Prince Wu Dong, please respect yourself, don't tarnish the reputation of my daughter-in-law of the Wen family."

Wu Dong was stunned for a moment, as if he really didn't know that Mo Yu was married before, and Mo Yu secretly complained in his heart that the other party's proposal was unprofessional, and he came to propose marriage without even knowing his own basic situation. At least Wen Shao knew his birth date at the time.

After the initial daze, Wu Dong calmed down and couldn't get up, "Your Majesty, in our Dongqi Kingdom, joint wives are allowed." The implication was that he wanted to marry Mo Yu with Wen Shao. The ministers looked at each other, they didn't know the real identity of the other party, and they didn't recommend sharing it with others. This Wu Dong didn't look like he fell in love with Mo Yu at first sight as he said.

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Well, this chapter is finished. Hahahahahaha, the female wolf will go home tomorrow, and may not be able to update it on time at 5 o'clock, or even less than the full word count at 5 o'clock. Thank you everyone, do you love me?