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Chapter 26 Northern Xinjiang Wolf Hunting Celebrates the Fat Year

The emperor understood what Concubine Mo meant,

Mo Jingchen was still ill and could not bear the hardship of being on duty.

Immediately, the emperor added,

"The Imperial Censor's Golden Waist Badge allows you to enter the palace to meet with an audience at any time without having to attend court."

Mo Jingchen knelt down again to thank the emperor for his grace.

Concubine Zhen's expression was uglier than crying:

She had originally intended to use Mo Jingchen as a musician to amuse herself, to humiliate Concubine Mo and to vent her anger over the accidental deaths of her elder brother and his trusted generals in the Northern Frontier.

Unexpectedly, the opposite happened and a piece of music actually allowed Mo Jingchen to get a huge bargain.

During the banquet, Mo Jingchen raised his glass to the emperor, but in his heart he was thinking of Xiao Ye:

Xiaosha, are you having New Year’s Eve dinner in Northern Xinjiang?

Of course there isn't one!

Northern Xinjiang.

When Xiao Ye saw that his New Year's Eve dinner was only half a bowl of rice porridge, he was so angry that he smashed the bowl.

"How dare you withhold my military rations! Do you think you can put me to death by doing this?"

Xiao Ye ordered his troops and led a group of people to hunt in the ice sea and snow fields.

Wang Feihu squinted his eyes and bluntly expressed his doubts:

"Your Highness, aren't the wolves robbing us just because they can't catch prey?

Can we, who are unfamiliar with this place, find our prey in this vast expanse of snow? This world of ice and snow is going to blind my eyes ... "

Xiao Ye tilted the corner of his mouth, gave a carefree smile, and said mockingly:

"If you're afraid of being blinded by the ice and snow, just find a piece of linen cloth and cover your eyes."

Wang Feihu was really obedient. He immediately put his hand from his neck, pulled off a piece of rough linen undergarment, blindfolded his eyes, and said excitedly,

"Hey! It's really not dazzling anymore. Your Highness is really wise and brave at the same time!

However, I still don't understand, how do you find prey?

It’s not that I want to eat meat, I just want to catch one of the snow foxes I promised Lord Mo.

How can I tell him when I get back ... "

Xiao Ye looked into the distance and said quietly,

"Snow fox, don't worry, find the wolves first and have a full meal~"

"That's right! The wolf people don't eat wolf meat. There are wolves everywhere in northern Xinjiang. We can eat it!"

Xiao Ye's expression became serious.

“Just because the wolf tribe didn’t eat wolves, there were too many wolves in northern Xinjiang, eating up all the other wild animals. The wolf tribe had nothing to eat, so they came to attack Tianqi.

Unless the wolves are exterminated, the wild animals that the wolf tribe depends on for survival will sooner or later be eaten up by the wolves. "

After some searching, Xiao Ye not only hunted wolves, but also found hundreds of yellow sheep that had been driven off a cliff by a pack of wolves and thrown to death, and then stored away for the winter.

The Zhenbei Army ate wolf meat and mutton and had a great year.

The morale of the army was greatly boosted!

Wang Feihu was holding a big wolf leg, eating until his cheeks were covered with oil.

"Your Highness, why did you leave two hundred yellow sheep for the wolf tribe? If they eat them, wouldn't they have the strength to fight us?"

Xiao Ye raised his eyelids and glared at him.

"The purpose of this campaign is not to kill them all!"

Capital city.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Jingchen followed the custom and paid New Year's greetings to his uncle and aunt.

Mo Ziyuan and Ye Fanyin gave him a big red envelope for the first time.

He also politely stated that he had prepared a vegetarian feast featuring all of his favorite dishes so that the whole family could have a reunion.

The Ninth Prince had just won a few battles in the Northern Frontier when Mo Jingchen was promoted in the capital.

Now, Mo Jingchen is the one the two of them work hard to please, and they don't dare to neglect him like before.

Mo Jingchen felt like a bright mirror in his heart, and he sat down to the table obediently, but he refused to take a sip of the wine or take a bite of the food.

Q: My health is not good. I ate too much at the palace banquet last night. I am following Dr. Sun’s advice and fasting.

Ye Fanyin refused to give up and put on a flattering and polite smile.

"Jingchen, I got up at five o'clock in the morning and made these three-vegetarian dumplings specially for you. Would you like to try one?"

Mo Jingchen said respectfully,

"Auntie has taken all the trouble, but she really doesn't dare to take a bite, lest she spoil her body and make the imperial concubine worried. Why don't I take one back to eat."

In full view of everyone, Mo Jingchen picked up a dumpling from the plate, wrapped it in a handkerchief, bowed and left.

The behavior is unreasonable, but it feels uncomfortable, like a lump in the throat, and it’s hard to vent it out.

Mo Jingyan couldn't hold himself any longer and said angrily:

"Mom! It's all your fault for treating him like that before!

This time, once the Ninth Prince gains power, Jingchen may not be sure how he will come back with revenge! "

Mo Ziyuan's face darkened.

"Yan'er! Don't be rude to your mother!"

Ye Fanyin was more confident with her husband's support, and her foxy eyes turned upward:

"Retaliation for what? I raised him, how can I repay him with kindness?

If he can't write two characters in one stroke, the Mohist family will suffer both losses and prosperity, but he doesn't dare!

I will go to the palace tomorrow to pay New Year greetings to the imperial concubine and ask her to finalize the marriage between the Ninth Prince and Nan Sheng.

He can't let him inherit this incredible wealth by himself! "

Mo Nansheng said shyly,

"Mom, what are you talking about~"

Ye Fanyin said confidently,

"What am I saying? What I said is the truth that is good for the Mo family.

As the saying goes, good things should be kept within the family. Concubine Mo is your aunt. How can you let an outsider become her daughter-in-law?

Even if it's for the Mo family, she has to agree to this marriage, whether she agrees or not."

The next day.

Ye Fanyin went to the palace early in the morning to pay her respects to Concubine Mo and spoke frankly about the matter.

It seemed as if he was not here to discuss things with Concubine Mo, but to inform her.

Concubine Mo rolled her eyes in her heart:

Ye Fanyin, you don't think that my stubborn elder brother will obey your orders and will not marry anyone but you, and that all the people in the Mohist family will have to live under your tyranny, do you?

A concubine from a poor family, what the hell!

However, I am too lazy to waste words with someone like her.

"Now that the Queen is ill, I am responsible for the affairs of the Sixth Palace, as well as the affairs of the Princess and the Western Region. I really have no time to care about the Ninth Prince's affairs."

Ye Fanyin has no sense of boundaries.

"I don't know, which princess is going to get married?"

Concubine Mo held back her impatience;

“The princess’s marriage is a state matter, and it’s not the sister-in-law’s place to inquire about.

However, no matter which princess it is, the dowry must be prepared.

At the moment, I still have to find some time to be busy with the eldest prince’s appointment of his concubine, and to celebrate the queen’s happiness.

I am so busy that my feet are hitting the back of my head. Sister-in-law, please go back first. "

Ye Fanyin became more interested,

"For the queen's wedding? I don't know which girl the eldest prince has chosen for his concubine?"

Concubine Mo rolled her eyes impatiently again.

"The direct daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Shen Wanwan."

Ye Fanyin didn't feel at all that she was responsible for this white eye.

"Ah? She's from the Shen family. Isn't she in her filial piety period?"

Concubine Mo thought that Xiao Chen was still in her hands and the superficial relationship had to be maintained, so she suppressed her temper and explained,

"The horoscope of Tianqi's noble daughter, she is the only one who can bring happiness to the queen.

The queen is seriously ill, and extraordinary things must be done.

If Shen Xiangquan knows it, he must be willing. "

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