Chapter 110: grand

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After knowing that Mo Wenxuan came to Yuncheng, even if there was any doubt in his heart, Hua Ruxue could only commit himself to the reception and personally take people to the inn to greet Mo Wenxuan.
After all, they still couldn't mess with Big Yan.
The southern Xinjiang is not united. Once the war begins, the most vulnerable country is also the Hundred Flowers.
Because Baihua is the closest to Dayan, it is easiest to attack.
Watching Hua Ruxue leading Baiguan to greet Mo Wenxuan, Leng Yong's heart also played some drums. You must know that there are Mo Wenxuan's enemies here, although their army arrived later, after all, they have not yet arrived.
They were originally very low-key, afraid of being identified, and he also sent someone to investigate what happened in the southern part of the road, and a thunderstorm made him afraid.
Coupled with Hua Chi, he squeezed a cold sweat.
And all this, Mo Wenxuan didn't understand how to pay. The reason why he did this was to protect himself by using flowers like snow. Only in this way can he be foolproof.
When I heard that Mo Wenxuan was also here, Mo Wenchen in the Royal Palace of Baihua Kingdom was a little confused.
Since the last battle, the two haven't seen each other again, and they seem to be meeting here on a narrow road.
However, Mo Wenchen's face was still very ugly, because he could guess that Mo Wenxuan's purpose of coming here was the same as his own, all because of Miss Xiao's ...
Mo Wenxuan always judges people by their appearances. Now, Xiao Susu has been passed down to the world, how can he miss it.
Secretly shook his fist, Mo Wenchen calmly hid in the dark, watching Hua Ruxue with a smile on his face and Mo Wenxuan walked into the Royal Palace, squinting his eyes, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
If Xiao Susu is Su Qiqi, this time, he will definitely not let anyone out.
No one can.
Hua Qianzi has already ushered in. She is no stranger to Mo Wenxuan and smiles. In fact, she also heard that Mo Wenchen came here, and met her heart, but did not dare.
As soon as he received the news of Mo Wenxuan, he had to greet Mo Wenxuan first.
"His Royal Highness." Mo Wenxuan also heard something about Hua Qianzi, and at this time, smiled softly.
"Her Majesty the Emperor, please." At this time, Hua Qianzi was not the same as before, so she also raised her head and raised her chest with a slight pride in her eyebrows.
In the meantime, Xu Weiran also appeared as a prince of Youzheng Guo and talked with Mo Wenxuan.
It's gentle and smooth, but not humble.
Mo Wenxuan raised his vigilance when he saw Xu Weiran. Although the innocent face was full of smiles, Mo Wenxuan knew that dogs who didn't bark bit the most painful people.
Hua Ruxue stayed with Mo Wenxuan until it was dark.
In order to welcome Mo Wenxuan, Hua Ruxue specially instructed Yu Shanfang to have a sumptuous dinner, accompanied by Baiguan.
During the meal, Mo Wenchen didn't show up. He just made people talk and said that he solved the dinner by himself.
He doesn't want to see Mo Wenxuan yet.
After a meal, Mo Wenxuan was sent to the Royal Palace by Hua Ruxue himself.
Having settled everything, Hua Ruxue took a long breath, and her original smiling face was full of cold, frosty, clenched fists, and gritted her teeth fiercely.
Hua Qianzi stepped forward and helped Hua Ruxue: "Mother Emperor, bear with me, one day, let them kneel at our feet."
Double-chucked for a moment, bringing out a bit of danger.
Hua Ruxue looked in her eyes, and her heart was also tight. Her daughter was really like her when she was young.
That kind of fierceness, that kind of persistence, that kind of stubbornness ...
For a moment, her heart was a little disturbed.
He stroked his forehead with his hand: "I'm a bit tired, I'll help you to go back to the dorm to rest."
She couldn't bear it anymore.
She is sorry for Qian Qianzi.
She was sent to Dayan from a young age, originally to avoid the harm of other princesses, but later, she was able to catch Mo Wenchen, and now she is also used as a shield.
"Okay." Hua Qianzi was very docile.
But there was still a bit of a dangerous breath at the bottom of the eyes.
How could she not know that she was being used, but she could not help but, for a while, she did not have the strength to compete with Hua Chiba, so she could only take one step at a time.
However, the present Mo Wenxuan is an opportunity.
While holding Hua Ruxue to the palace, she was thinking in her heart. After she knew that she could not get Mo Wenchen, she put all her energy on the throne.
She must win this throne.
Lei Yufeng was laughing with the people of the Xiao family. Everyone respected him except Xiao Susu when he didn't exist, and he had already retired early.
She knows that tomorrow will not be peaceful, so she needs to maintain her spirit.
Even if Lei Yufeng can keep the Xiao family, if someone embarrasses the Xiao family on the spot, she still needs to be able to pass.
In Lei Yufeng's toast, a very light whistle came from outside Xiao House. It was very light and very light. In such a noisy place, you would not notice it if you didn't listen carefully.
But Lei Yufeng heard it clearly.
His face darkened, and he dried the wine in the glass again, then raised his face with a smile: "Guys, I'll make it easier."
This excuse is still very useful.
Everyone gave way.
Coming to the high wall, Leng Yan stood in the dark.
"What's the matter?" Lei Yufeng's face turned away. He had lost his demeanor and was absolutely gorgeous, but he was full of anger.
Leng Yan looked around, and then he carefully attached to his ear, and explained the details of Mo Wenxuan's coming to South Xinjiang.
"He even came." Lei Yufeng was so stiff that he couldn't think of it, and then nodded his head: "Yes, I went to Leijiabao coldly that day, and once titled sad Su Su."
"The lord let you be careful." Leng Yan asked again and turned away.
Clean and neat.
"Hey ..." Lei Yufeng still wanted to say, and the cold words had disappeared.
Shaking his head, Lei Yufeng had no choice but to return to the Xiao Family Courtyard, but he lost his interest.
You know, he hopes that Mo Wenchen will perform well tomorrow. Now that Mo Wenxuan is here, things may not be so smooth.
The women in the Baihua Kingdom are respected, so the ceremony is very solemn, and it is not traditional to take the Festival of the Girls as a specific date, but the date when the woman turns fifteen.
Therefore, Xiao Susu's and the grand ceremony can also be said to celebrate the birthday.
The location of this ceremony is not in Xiao House, but in the Changchun Tower designated by the royal family.
In the backyard of Changchun Tower, a large stage is also built. Hundreds of seats are arranged around the front and back of the stage. Of course, the convenience of the front is the location of the royal family and the location of the Xiao family.
The regular and grand ceremony were hosted by a woman's parents, but today, Xiao Susu and the grand ceremony are hosted by the empress Hua Ruxue, who are greeted by flowers Chiba and Hana.
Instead, the people of the Xiao family did nothing.
Xiao Susu is a very simple dress, only a light red shirt, the first outfit.
According to etiquette, three plus are required, so dressing up must be simple.
The guests arrived one by one.
Xiao Susu, standing in front of the stage, looked at the people walking by, and her face gradually changed.
She never imagined that Mo Wenchen and Mo Wenxuan would come to South Xinjiang together, and they came to participate in their own grand ceremony.
The original calm heart also hung up, and looked up at Lei Yufeng.
Of course, she knew that it was the only person who could convince Mo Wenchen to come here.
Unexpectedly, everything he did at Lei's house was not enough. Now, he has brought this person to South Xinjiang.
Lei Yufeng shook the corners of his mouth and smiled a little ugly.
He didn't even know how to face Xiao Susu.
The guests were full. Looking at Hua Chi, Hua Yi and Hua Guang, together with Lei Yufeng, Mo Wenchen and Mo Wenxuan also changed their faces.
They now feel that this and the grand ceremony are really grand. . . . . . .