After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"This slave deserves to die."

"Everyone has a love for beauty, so how can I be jealous?"

Queen Chu Ge gently patted the back of her hand:

"Go to the clan temple and invite my second uncle."

"Yes."

Hearing this, an inconspicuous young lady's eyes moved slightly. She looked at her outside the Meridian Gate and him holding hands, then turned to the corner.

.....

Entrance to the event.

The entire Imperial Capital can see the Hundred Flowers Festival, but most people can only watch it through the "broadcast" of the Jiangshan Sheji Map. Those who queue up here to go to the scene are all people of extraordinary status.

Among them are many scholars from the Imperial College with prominent family backgrounds.

Some people were so excited that they were inspired to write poems to express their feelings.

"Fairy Han...what a beautiful fairy..."

Song Qian was silent for a long time, then suddenly said loudly, "I want to write a poem too!"

"Don't be like this, Song Qian, don't be like this."

"Poetry? You have the nerve to use such clichés?"

"Hurry up and break his pen! Don't let this man bring shame to our country's imperial college!"

His classmates, knowing how knowledgeable he was, quickly stopped him.

One of the classmates looked at the servants around Song Qian curiously and asked doubtfully:

"Song Qian, when did you change all your followers?"

Upon hearing this, the leader Lu of the Qingmu Society and the servants who followed Song Qian all tensed up slightly.

That’s right, those who followed Song Qian, as well as the transformed Lu representative, were all members of the Demon Summoning Cult.

Confucian and Taoist martial arts are very strange. They are said to be martial arts but they don't look like martial arts. Maybe there is a way to reveal their identities.

"The rain girl has no melons."

Song Qian snorted coldly, quite dissatisfied with his action of snatching his pen.

At this time, someone else leaned over and whispered something in the ear of the questioning scholar. The latter's face changed drastically. He subconsciously covered his butt and quickly moved away from Song Qian as if he was avoiding the plague god.

Song Qian: “?”

He felt that the other party had said something very rude.

"Sir, let's go in first."

The Blood Refining Hall Master, who was represented by a deer, said calmly.

"You go first, I'll wait here for a while."

Song Qian stood there without giving up, stretching his neck to look forward.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Master Lu had no choice but to hand the golden card to the purple-robed eunuch at the door.

"The last time my father and Li Mo became friends, it must have been for business. Now the Hundred Flowers Festival is a done deal, hehe..."

Song Qian thought secretly in his heart.

In the officialdom, if you need help from others, you have to beg them for help, and if it’s useless, you just kick them away. This is the norm.

Now he is not afraid...

"Hey, Mr. Song."

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Baiyue stuck his head out from the carriage at the back and was helped over to the entrance.

Old Song was so confused and the scene was so noisy that he really didn't see his unfortunate son.

"Li Jianhao, Fairy Han."

The purple-robed eunuch first greeted Li Mo and the other two, then looked at Lord Song and said in a shrill voice:

"Oh, Master Song, His Majesty was waiting for you to report yesterday, but I've already gone looking for you three times. Could it be that you've forgotten His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is broad-minded and does not mind, but I cannot bear to see that the dragon is in trouble, so I have to have a serious talk with you."

Lord Song could tell at a glance that the other party was trying to pick on him and extort money.

But he did forget about his work report last night...

Song Baiyue: "Please invite the eunuch to Fengyue Cottage and have a seat, then we can talk..."

Li Mo: “….”

Old Song is really still drunk. Although Fengyue Xiaozhu is now doing a legitimate business, it is not considered so in the minds of many people.

Aren't you asking the eunuch to visit a brothel?

As expected, the purple-robed eunuch didn't buy it, and his expression turned ugly:

"Master Song, what on earth did you do last night?"

"I...."

Song Baiyue realized that he had said the wrong thing, but he was speechless because he really had not done anything serious.

I had no choice but to look at Li Mo.

"Uncle Li, Aunt...Aunt, please help me say something."

“…”

Li Mo really didn't expect this.

Old Song really has the guts to yell, no wonder he has risen so quickly to prominence, his face is as thick as a Xuanbing's.

"???"

Prince Song was struck by lightning.

What the hell, his generation is low again?