The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 117 Mo Wen’s Eyes (2)
Han Ye caught the flying ball, bumped his toes a few times, suddenly kicked, and shot towards the goal where Mo Wen was standing off guard. into the wooden goal, there was a bang.

When Cuju shot past his ears, only Mo Wen could hear the whistling sound. A strand of his tall hair was blown off by the strong wind, and it just hung down on his lips, adding to his pale face. charm.Such an obvious provocation is not like the usual style of the prince of Jinyang, Mo Wen's quiet black eyes are imperceptibly darker, standing weakly in front of others is his powerless figure.

"Good! Good kick!"

There was a burst of applause from the stands.

"The son-in-law is good at playing football." Immediately, a majestic and thick middle-aged voice sounded from the stands not too far away, but his emotions were in his ears. People in the stands and on the Cuju field all knelt because of this voice After getting off, he sang loudly: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

It turned out that it was Emperor Jing Yuan who came to the stands accompanied by Concubine Li and several other concubines and princesses.

"Stay flat." Emperor Jing Yuan sat down on the stand before opening his mouth again.

Everyone thanked En and got up, and the surroundings were silent, only waiting for the Holy Majesty to speak.

Emperor Jing Yuan looked around the cuju field under the stage, but his eyes still fell on Han Ye: "I thought that the son-in-law was not only good at learning martial arts, but I didn't expect to be good at cuju. I was worried that I would meet General He With the brothers of the Mo family, the son-in-law and the princes will not be able to bear it, but now it seems that this is not the case, this Cuju competition must be very exciting!"

Han Ye smiled, bowed respectfully and politely, but did not answer.

Emperor Jing Yuan turned his head to left minister Mo Song and said: "Mo Qing's family, you sons are amazing. There are only 12 people in the field, and your family occupies four positions..." The conversation changed: "But , I also have quite a few sons, and with the addition of the two sons-in-law, the royal family also has talents, hahaha."

"Long live my emperor. Your highnesses all inherit your majesty's heroic demeanor. If you are a playful dog, if there is something inappropriate, please give me a light sentence." Zuo Xiangzi saw the sons on the field, his eyelids kept twitching, the old man The second and third are stubborn, the eldest is sick and weak, and the fourth is a good boy who is educated and reasonable, but today he also disturbed this troubled water.

You know, how can it be serious to compete with the sons of the Holy One?

If he wins, His Majesty will be unhappy. If he pretends to lose, His Majesty will be even more unhappy. This is a thankless job. In the past, he never let them participate in it. Right and wrong came, and even the sickly Mo Wen was ashamed to show his face on such an important occasion.

Everyone cheered for Han Ye's kick just now, but Zuo Xiang couldn't join in the fun. Among the 11 people in the field, even the ten-year-old Seventh Prince can play Cuju. Mo Wen probably has never even touched this thing. Why not? a shame?
"Master Zuoxiang's words are wrong." Emperor Jing Yuan said seriously, "It's just a competition, there is no such thing as a prince or a son-in-law. You only want to win when you go on the field, and a good man should seriously compete, as long as you don't let the inferiors abuse you." What's wrong with the method?"

Zuo Lian continued to say yes, but fine and dense sweat was involuntarily oozing from his forehead.

Emperor Jing Yuan looked at Li Guojiu on the other side, and said with a smile: "My lord, it turns out that your son is not only good at singing opera, but also good at Cuju. I just entered the field and saw the kick he passed, which is very sophisticated. ah!"

Uncle Li Guo squinted his small eyes and smiled, with obvious flesh on his face, his eyes became smaller and smaller, and he said naively: "Your Majesty, that bastard just doesn't do his job properly, I must urge him to work hard for the imperial court and the great prosperity of the country. No matter how busy you are all day long..."

"Okay! The tiger father has no dogs!" Emperor Jing Yuan praised, with a smile still on his face, although he couldn't tell whether he was really complimenting or just being polite.

"Your Majesty, today my sister and Jing'er were not present, but Jing's son-in-law actually went to the Cuju field, his body can bear it? If something happens and Jing'er comes back, I'm afraid it will turn upside down again." Li Guifei said suddenly , when he spoke, he was full of smiles, and his tone of voice also sincerely said hello for Mo.

"My concubine is virtuous, she doesn't worry about Xu'er, but misses Jing's son-in-law, can you tell who is close to who?" Emperor Jing Yuan said with a half-smile.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs did not know that Empress Situ was not present today, so there were two seats on the left and right of the throne, but the Phoenix seat was empty. Concubine Li was sitting on the right side of Emperor Jing Yuan, and next to her was Baililuo.

Concubine Li was so embarrassed, Baili Luo hurriedly smoothed things over: "Father, Mother Concubine has always treated Sister Jing'er as her own, Father Father said so, it hurts Mother Concubine's heart too much."

"Why did I blame Concubine Li? It's just that I'm quite worried about the child Xu'er. He is the youngest on the field and has never been in this scene. What if he gets injured? However, Concubine Li's worry is It's not unreasonable, I seem to be a bit strong." Emperor Jing Yuan said so, his sharp eyes glanced over the empty phoenix seat, then turned his head to look at the field, and said something to Gao Xian beside him.

Gao Xian walked down the cuju field slowly, came to Mo Wen's side, and asked, "Consort Jing, Your Majesty said, if you feel uncomfortable, you can change someone. Can you?"

In the public, the sick man who couldn't speak became the focus of everyone's attention. This was the first time Mo Wen showed his face so openly and flamboyantly.Only a few members of the royal family attended the door-returning banquet a month ago, and some prominent courtiers had never even seen Jing Consort Ma's real face, although his name had been lingering in everyone's ears for a long time.

It is better to meet than to be famous.The Mo Wen that the courtiers saw was similar to the legend, but also different.His body is as unhealthy as in the legend, but he has a little more independent temperament than the legend. He is not so ugly, but if he wants to match Princess Jing, it is really impossible for ten Mowens to do it.

Gao Xian's words were light and light, as long as Mo Wen nodded or shook his head, there was no need to write anything, but Mo Wen's thoughts turned a few times, if he shook his head, he would put the fool in an embarrassing situation, Let everyone present sigh with emotion from the bottom of their hearts: Oh, sure enough, Princess Jing is married to a half-dead trash who can't even keep a goal.

Mo Wen is a person who never pays attention to face, and never thinks that accusations and humiliation are worth caring about. His skin is thick enough to build a city wall, but at this moment, he compares the truth with those rumors that have not yet been uttered. , Also, the Cuju kick that Han Ye just kicked made him very uncomfortable...

Whether advancing or retreating, the reputation is already so dilapidated, it might as well be broken more thoroughly.

Mo Wen raised his lips suddenly, and nodded to Gao Xian, which meant that he could.

Gao Xian walked back to the throne and reported the truth to Emperor Jing Yuan: "Return to Your Majesty, Consort Jing said that he can continue the competition."

(End of this chapter)