The legitimate daughter returns, and the princess goes crazy

Mu Yan pursed her thin lips, as if there were thousands of words stuck in her throat, but she hesitated to speak.

But Mo Yuche asked very sincerely, "So, are you willing to be my princess?"

If the previous words were just a vague hint, now it is a naked confession.

He stared at the little girl in front of him with burning eyes, his eyes full of sincerity.

And Mu Yan's cheeks, under his burning gaze, couldn't help but blush.

"But……"

Seeing her hesitating, Mo Yuche understood a little, so he said softly: "You don't have to answer now. I will wait for your answer, and wait forever."

He deliberately emphasized "I" rather than "this king".

This shows that he loves her because of Mo Yuche, not because of his status as a prince, and he will not use his status to force her to agree.

This is his sincerity.

"it is good."

Hearing these words, Mu Yan felt relieved and seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, it’s not that she didn’t want to respond, but she didn’t know how to answer.

Since her rebirth, she has confessed more to Mo Yuche than to anyone else. They know each other's secrets and support each other.

Even she herself noticed that there was a ripple in her heart.

However, due to the betrayal in her previous life, she dared not consider love affairs anymore.

Besides, the blood feud has not yet been avenged, so how could she have the heart to think about these things.

She looked up at the night sky. The moon during the Ghost Festival was as round as a plate.

At this time, bells rang in the distance and people cheered because the most grand lantern riddle event in Northern Qi was about to begin.

However, contestants have to pay an entrance fee of fifty taels of silver, so not many people participate every year. Participants must be very confident in themselves, and most people come to watch the fun.

However, what was surprising this year was that King Xuan Mo Wenjing also participated in the event.

"I wish my second brother will win the championship."

Mo Xingchen said respectfully. He knew very well that Mo Wenjing's action must be due to what Si Yao had just said about admiring talented men.

It seems that Mo Wenjing is really interested in Si Yao, so his plan is half successful.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl up a meaningful smile.

However, this smile seemed a bit ironic in Mo Wenjing's eyes. He said sneerily, "Fourth brother, aren't you going to participate?"

Mo Xingchen pretended to be humble and replied: "My fourth brother is not very talented and does not think he is as talented as my second brother, so I won't embarrass myself."

"King Wei, why should you underestimate yourself? I remember that you have always been good at writing. I'm sure this riddle won't be difficult for you."

Mo Yuche appeared at the right time and said.

However, this time, he did not call Mo Xingchen by name directly, which seemed to make people feel that the intimacy with him just now was just an illusion.

However, in Mo Wenjing's opinion, this deliberate alienation has the effect of making things more obvious.

"Uncle Huang is right. Although Fourth Brother seems to be a little idle on weekdays, when you were studying at the Imperial College, the teacher often praised you for your intelligence. Why do you have to belittle yourself now?"

Mo Yuche was very happy to watch the two compete, so he waved his hand and did not ask Mo Xingchen whether he agreed to participate, and asked Han Feng to register for him.

Mo Xingchen wanted to stop him, but Han Feng's figure was like smoke and disappeared in an instant.

He could only bite the bullet and explain: "I just like poetry and books on weekdays. In terms of intelligence, I am naturally not as smart as my second brother."

"Don't be modest. Show us your true strength."

There was something else in Mo Wenjing's words, and he was really annoyed by his pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, so he put down his words and left with his sleeves waving.

Soon, the registration process ended and the first round of puzzle activities was about to officially begin.

The reason why it is called the first round is that there is not only one riddle for the lanterns in this event, nor is there a fixed number. It is determined by the number of people who successfully guess the riddles.

In each round, those who answer incorrectly are eliminated, and those who answer correctly enter the next round of riddles, and this cycle repeats until there is only one person left.

This person is this year's winner.

In an instant, the servant distributed rolls of blank paper, and everyone had to write the puzzle on them.

To ensure fairness, each person's name was written on the back of the paper and the imperial seal was stamped on it to prevent anyone from stealing or cheating.

As the gong sounded, the time for the first round of answering ended. Some people had already finished writing with confidence, while some people had not yet come up with an answer. They could only watch the servant take away a blank paper and feel frustrated alone.

Before long, the results of the first round came out, eliminating one-third of the people.

Those who were eliminated could only leave dejectedly, while the rest would continue into the second round.

The incense on the field burned very quickly, and before we knew it, we had entered the sixth round.

At this time, there were less than ten people left on the field, and Mo Wenjing and Mo Xingchen were among them.

More and more people gathered on the lakeshore to watch. This year, two princes were participating in the event at the same time, which naturally attracted many people to watch the fun.

Mo Wenjing looked at Mo Xingchen with a sneer. He finally stopped hiding his talent and was ready to be honest?

What he didn't know was that Mo Xingchen was extremely panicked at the moment. He had written all the answers randomly and hadn't even thought about the puzzle carefully, so why hadn't he finished yet?

He wondered in his heart, could it be that Mo Wenjing had done something?

But things had come to this point, and since King Han had personally named him, he couldn't leave on his own, so he had to bite the bullet and continue answering.

In the end, only Mo Wenjing and Mo Xingchen were left on the field.

The servants gently pulled down the curtains and revealed the last puzzle.

Mo Wenjing did the same thing as he did the previous times, but after thinking for a moment, he picked up his pen and started writing.

Mo Xingchen looked at the puzzle in front of him with a complicated expression.

He was very familiar with this puzzle because his teacher had once explained it to him when he was in the Imperial College, so he knew the answer.

But he knew he couldn't win this time, otherwise it would affect his future plans.

However, there are only two people left on the field, and he cannot just write an answer casually, otherwise if King Xuan finds out that he is deliberately letting him do it, he will definitely start to think wildly.

Therefore, the answer he wrote this time must not be the correct answer, but it cannot be unrelated to the puzzle either. It must be well-founded and reasonable.

At this time, inside the royal painting boat.

"Your Highness, who do you think will win in the end?"

Mu Yan in the cabin looked coldly at the scene in the distance through the window.

Mo Yuche leaned lazily on the chair, "Whether you win or lose, isn't it all man-made?"

Mu Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at him in confusion.

But Mo Yuche did not answer, his eyes had already drifted to the arena.

At this point, both of them had stopped writing and wrote down their answers.

The servants on the field began to collect the papers. When it came to Mo Wenjing, he just winked at the person collecting the papers.

Others might not be able to see because they were too far away, but Mu Yan had spent a long time in the dark, so his eyesight was excellent.

She murmured, "Is it King Xuan?"