Chapter 9: Who is it

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Also on the fifth floor of Zuiyunxuan, there was a group of people in another room who were from Beiming Kingdom.
There were two people sitting on the table, also wearing black brocade clothes, and large lotus patterns appeared on the black clothes.
The younger one is about fourteen or five years old, with a handsome face in his delicate features, with a smile on his mouth, looking very sunny.
The other looked at the age of about twenty-two and three, he was very noble, full of domineering, and exuded the majesty of a superior.
A man in black was kneeling in front of the two at this time.
"Say." The elder Han Moze glanced at his hand on the ground with cold eyes, and a deep voice sounded.
Although it is only a word, it is not difficult to hear that the voice is very magnetic.
At the same time, the words are clear and sweet like ice-breaking spring water, which makes the listener unconsciously feel every word he says with his soul.
The black-clothed man kneeling on the ground felt coerced and trembled.
He sighed secretly, and said respectfully and calmly: "The subordinates have found out that the place where the third young lady often goes to and out of the blood banquet should be related to the forces behind it. In addition, the name of the three young lady's stupid stems from a Beijing competition. It’s the countdown and the reason why someone deliberately promoted it makes everyone in Beijing talk about it."
Han Moxi saw Han Moze's indifference, as if it had nothing to do with him, then lowered his eyes and smiled at the man in black and asked, "Then have you found the relationship between her and the blood feast?" The voice of Yuzhu fell. Like the disc, it is also pleasing to the ear.
"This subordinate is not sure, but the subordinate found that the light work of the third lady is the unique light work of a blood feast. She is as light as a swallow, like dancing. Ordinary people will think it is dancing, but people in the rivers and lakes know that it is a blood feast. Cloud Eighteen."
The coldness in Han Moze's eyes suddenly turned into a faint question: "This woman hides so deeply, this blood banquet base is not accessible to ordinary people, who is she?"
"Brother Emperor, are you sure you want to marry such a woman?" Han Moxi asked with a chuckle at Han Moze.
Han Moze glanced at the man in black, and said lightly: "Go out."
"Yes." The man in black immediately replied respectfully, turning to leave.
With a deep light in his pupils, Han Moze squinted his eyes coldly, and said calmly, "It may not be impossible to marry."
"The Emperor of Nanli Kingdom is also true. Hearing that you have a bad reputation, he asked an idiot to marry him." Han Moxi said dissatisfiedly.
Han Moxi looked indifferent, but was a little curious about this third Miss Xiangfu. Why did she use martial arts of blood feast, her eyes moved slightly, and she said quietly: "She may not be an idiot, but she just hid her strength. Sometimes This way, you can protect yourself."
Han Moxi thought for a while, maybe it was true, and said with a chuckle: "I'll know when I see it at the palace banquet tonight."
Han Moze thought of the women in the harem of the North Ming Kingdom, and said in a deep voice, "It's not those vulgar fans who are the best."
Han Moxi smiled and said, "Perhaps the ladies of Nan Li Kingdom want to marry the emperor when they see the emperor so handsome, so that the emperor can choose a man with extraordinary temperament."
Han Moze shook his head and smiled. He didn't speak. He hasn't met a woman he likes so far. If he meets him one day, he will cherish it.
Seeing Han Moze's helpless expression, Han Moxi smiled: "I don't know what kind of woman the emperor wants?"
Han Moze raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said faintly: "Look and refined."
Han Moxi sighed lightly and said, "There shouldn't be any woman in this world who can remain glamorous and refined when he meets the emperor."
Han Moze's mouth twitched, noncommittal.