Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 673
At night, when Mo Qin was about to rest, a servant girl came to report that Mr. Song had come.

Song Yiqing?
What is he doing here?
This time, it won't be...

"No, let him go."

The intention of giving the chicken soup to others was to tell Song Yiqing not to work hard on her.

Unexpectedly, Song Yiqing even faced the difficulties.

Mo Qin did not expect that Song Yiqing was such a persevering person.

If you fail once, try again.

Mo Qin had some headaches, after all, the person was sent by the queen, so he couldn't deal with it casually.

He hasn't made any big mistakes now, it's impossible to let go, and it's not okay to let people dangle in front of his eyes.

It was another night, and Mo Qin had just come out of the shower.

"Your Highness, Young Master Song is here." The servant girl's voice trembled a little.

His Highness is obviously not interested in Song Yiqing, but the other party has become more obsessed in the past two days and moved closer to him.

Mo Qin paused for wiping her hair, "Let him in."

Song Yiqing wore a cloak without any accessories, and his makeup was very light. His knuckles turned white while holding the cloak, and he didn't know if he was nervous.

Mo Qin glanced at him lightly, with impatience in his eyes.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Song Yiqing lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look directly, but he could hear something from the voice.

He took a deep breath, and he didn't know where the courage came from, "Your Highness, can you let them go down first."

Mo Qin waved his hand, and the servants went down and closed the door.

"Go ahead."

Song Yiqing didn't dare to look up, but only untied the outer cloak, revealing the tulle-like robe inside.

Is this an attempt to seduce?

Song Yiqing knelt down with a plop.

"The queen ordered the slave to serve His Highness. The slave knows that he is stupid and does not like His Highness. He is ashamed of the Queen and His Highness. I have nothing else to ask for, but I hope to serve you once or twice. Hope, Your Highness will be fulfilled!"

Ordinary people would not do such a method of courting death as administering medicine to His Highness.

Lying on the bed directly and sexy?
If anyone could enter His Highness' bedroom, His Highness Ninth would have died countless times.

After Song Yiqing said these words, he felt that the air was stagnant, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

He heard His Highness's voice became colder.

He didn't utter a word of accusation, but he knew that he had no hope of becoming His Highness's pillow.

"Do you know what security is?"

"..."

"go out."

"……Yes."

Song Yiqing picked up the cloak in a panic, and left at the speed of fleeing.

After that, Song Yiqing stopped swaying in front of Mo Qin.
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Draft day.

Mo Qin entered the palace early.

The queen was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with makeup on her face and various accessories on her head. She looked very graceful and luxurious.

He looked at Mo Qin with gentle eyes, and his behavior was very dignified.

"Qin'er, do you already have someone in your mind? Those sent by the palace are all good choices."

Mo Qin looked slightly restrained, "Father, daughter has her own discretion."

The queen paused while holding the teacup, feeling weird about Mo Qin's answer.

Yes is yes, no is no.

What is measured?
"Forget it, as long as you have a sense of proportion. It's getting late, let's go there."

The daughter will sit in that position in the future.

All he can do is pave the way for his daughter and help her when she needs it.

Mo Qin followed the queen and went to the draft together.

The venue is huge and most of the people have already arrived.

Seeing Mo Qin, the fourth princess secretly winked at her, obviously very excited.

Candidates enter the stage in groups of six, and some palace officials report their identities in turn.

After several groups passed, someone had already chosen, but Mo Qin still didn't move at all.

Suddenly, Mo Yang's eyes lit up, and he said something to his father, Yang Gui frowned slightly, and turned towards the man second from the right.

That was by far the best looking one.

His family background is not good, and he is barely qualified for the draft.

The man got the flower from the fourth emperor's daughter, he was the side seat, he was overjoyed, his hands were shaking with excitement.

Unknowingly, more than half of the draft has passed, and His Highness Ninth Prince has not given flowers to any of them.

The most prestigious men in the entire capital are here, and she doesn't look down on any of them?
Another round came up, this round's appearance was obviously very ordinary, and everyone was a little fatigued after watching it for so long.

Just as he was about to switch rounds, he saw that His Highness Ninth Prince, whom no one had looked down on before, had moved.

In terms of status... naturally the third from the right is the tallest, but this looks... the most unremarkable in the worst round.

There is nothing wrong with the shape of the face, and the facial features... can't find any problems, but no matter how you look at it, it feels normal.

When Jiang Yanning received the gift of flowers, her heart skipped a beat, obviously she was very resistant.

He couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, he was so ordinary, yet he was still selected, so what was he looking at?
However, the other party must be disappointed.

The queen was a little surprised. Jiang Yanning was the son of a civil official, and he was also among the candidates he had prepared, but this son's appearance was too ordinary, so he didn't think his daughter would choose him.

Still positive.

After all, who doesn't like beautiful and ugly?
Mo Qin did not miss these small details of Jiang Yanning.

This is not happy?
Alas, all the gifts are given, what else can I do.

The Queen intends to choose another good-looking side for Mo Qin, but Mo Qin refuses.

On the contrary, Yang Gui chose another gentleman with an ordinary appearance and a good family background for Mo Yang.
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Mo Yang was quite critical of this.

After leaving the palace, she began to complain to Mo Qin.

"I originally wanted to make that beauty the right one, but it's fine if my father disagrees, and he found me a good-looking one..."

Her face was wrinkled, and she didn't hide her disgust.

"By the way, why did you choose Jiang Yanning? You're not afraid of the wedding night, and you won't be able to lift your hijab?"

Now she can't even remember what Jiang Yanning looks like.

Could it be that Mo Qin has a special hobby?

She thought that Mo Qin would choose the son of a military general, after all, he was a pilgrimage to martial arts.

Relatively speaking, military officers are more favored than civilian officials.

Mo Qin glanced at Mo Yang, knowing that this person was pretending too well.

"I like."

"..."

Mo Yang's expression was struck by lightning, "Isn't it?"

Thinking of something, she tentatively said: "If you don't go to Hualou, you don't think the man inside is not good-looking, right?"

"Whether it looks good or not, I won't go." What Mo Qin said was also practiced by the original owner.

Mo Yang curled his lips, and stretched out his hand to grab Mo Qin's neck.

"Stop coming, Miss Huang will show you the world, and let you know what a beauty is in the world!"

As she said that, she was going to take Moqin to the "Shihualou" where she often goes. The young lady has a short flowering period and has high physical requirements.

Not enough capital, not enough, not enough ability, but also good looks and talent, it is even more difficult.

The men here are not the weak type. After all, if they are so weak, there is nothing wrong with them, and no women will like them.

Mo Qin resolutely rejected Mo Yang's 'kindness'.

I just chose Zheng during the day, and went to Hualou at night, probably because I was homesick and restless.

Besides...she's really not that kind of person.

(End of this chapter)