Time Travel and Love

Chapter 409 Brocade Cloud Satin

"This brocade cloud satin will appear extremely bright in the sun. I noticed it when our master went out just now, but I didn't alert the enemy. The mansion has left people to search for it. Don't worry, sir." Xia Zhi stood up and left the carriage. "Sir, please change our master's clothes first."

Mo Liujin suppressed his emotions and helped Chu Qingmeng change her clothes. The brocade satin broke into two pieces with just a slight force in Mo Liujin's hands. This dress would have torn if Chu Qingmeng had moved a little more.

Chu Qingmeng snorted coldly, "What kind of idiot could come up with such a trick?"

"No matter who it is, if they dare to think like this, they don't want to live anymore." Mo Liujin helped Chu Qingmeng tie his belt, his voice light.

Chu Qingmeng didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement with Mo Liujin's words. She sat back in her seat and lay on Mo Liujin's lap, letting him stroke her back. She closed her eyes and took a nap for a while. Mo Liujin held a book in one hand, lowered his eyes and saw how well-behaved she was. He couldn't help but bend down and gently kissed her forehead.

The carriage lurched to a palace gate, and everyone was about to disembark and walk. They let the younger generation walk on their own, while Chu Qingmeng and the others walked slowly inside. The sight of this road gave her a headache. This kind of grand banquet was usually held in the Fuyun Palace, and at her speed, it would take her half an hour to get there. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.

"No hurry, walk slowly so you won't be so tired." Mo Liujin helped her walk in. Along the way, they passed many acquaintances. Mo Liuchen also came with his wife. There was only one road from the palace gate to Fuyun Hall. After thinking it over again and again, Mo Liuchen decided to take his wife with him.

"Third brother, Qingmeng." Mo Liuchen stepped forward to greet him and motioned his wife to come forward to apologize.

Mo Liuchen's wife had been terrified since that day. She had never expected it to turn out like that. "Third brother, third sister-in-law. I know I was wrong..."

"Alright, Fifth Sister-in-law, it's over. Let's not talk about it anymore." Chu Qingmeng didn't want to bring it up anymore, nor did she want to argue with her any further, so she interrupted her directly. "The palace banquet is about to begin. I can't leave that fast. You guys go first."

Mo Liujin winked at Mo Liuchen, and the two of them left. They leisurely strolled to the banquet hall, which was indeed outside. After all, there were too many people. Mo Liujin helped Chu Qingmeng sit down. Looking across at Mu Lingxue, Chu Qingmeng winked at her, and Mu Lingxue winked back.

Mo Liuyun arrived moments later. The banquet hall resounded with the words, "Welcome to the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Only Chu Qingmeng knelt on the cushion without moving, looking at Eleven with a hint of complaint. Eleven, who had sat on the dragon throne, saw Chu Qingmeng's disdain, but his eyes were filled with tenderness. He smiled lightly before turning stern again, "I am well, everyone, please stand up."

The protagonist had arrived, and the next step was to summon the envoys from various countries into the palace. Mo Jiangli was the eldest son, and his seat was second only to Mo Liuyun. Therefore, Mo Jiangli also took a full look at this Dongyue prince who was the first to enter the palace.

"Please invite the Prince of Dongyue into the palace!" The sharp voice of the little eunuch made Chu Qingmeng twitch his lips. It was like a modern loudspeaker.

A handsome and elegant man in black clothes walked in. "Xiu Heng congratulates the new Emperor Dayu on his ascension to the throne on behalf of his father!"

Mo Jiangli looked at the man's face, his eyes surging like raging waves. He frantically picked up his teacup to mask his emotions. Wasn't this the man who had repeatedly called himself a "slave" in front of his mother that day? Even the voice was his! He was actually the Prince of Dongyue?!

"...Please take a seat." Those two words were all Mo Jiangli heard when he regained consciousness. Mo Jiangheng and Mo Jiangche were equally shocked. After suppressing their emotions, they finally understood what their mother had meant when she said, "I want Dongyue and Dayu to never cross paths."

Within a stick of incense, all the friendly nations and vassal states had entered the hall and taken their seats. Chu Qingmeng was surprised to see the earrings from the Dirong nation. They were worn by men, not through pierced ears like women, but worn entirely on the ears. They didn't look feminine at all, but rather, they accentuated a unique sense of freedom.

Although the so-called Xiqi people had blue eyes and red hair, their appearance, clothing and speech were no different from those of the Dayu Kingdom, which made Chu Qingmeng a little disappointed.

It was the Nanzhao people's clothing that caught Chu Qingmeng's eye. They looked a bit like those of ethnic minorities, and they even wore headscarves.

The Yuezhi were not destroyed at that time, but were forced to become a vassal state of Dayu. Other vassal states of Dayu included Cheshi, Yelang, Zihe, Wuhuan and more than a dozen other small countries.

After looking for a long time, I found that except for Bei Ming and Dong Yue, which are mediocre, other countries have some characteristics of their own.

After they were seated, the nations began presenting their gifts, a dazzling array of treasures. Bei Ming, for some reason, presented a dancer, her face half covered in red veil, her eyes as charming as silk, a perfect example of the saying "holding the lute half-covered." Her thin dress revealed her snow-white skin, her figure graceful and every move captivating, drawing the gaze of nearly every man present.

Chu Qing covered her eyes and looked at Eleven with mockery, but it was obvious that Eleven was not attracted and returned her look with a little embarrassment. It was a bit embarrassing to accept a woman in front of her.