"Of course, if Aiqing feels that three months is too short, I can also arrange for you to wear it for a year and a half, ten or eight years, or even a lifetime..." Mo Hanqing calmly said to her. Talk to them.
"No, no, no, three months is just right, not short at all!!" Ye Chengan quickly interrupted Mo Hanqing, clasped his hands and saluted him: "I thank the Queen again for the reward."
"Very good." The corner of Mo Hanqing's lips curled up slightly, and then his eyes turned to Mo Xiuzhu. Just when he was about to speak, he saw Mo Xiuzhu facing him with a sincere expression on his face: "I volunteer to wear this style. Women’s clothing, three months.”
"Oh?" Mo Hanqing looked at him with a half-smile but said, "Is Aiqing so proactive?"
"Yes, I... I really love this style of women's clothing!!" Mo Xiuzhu said with a mournful face.
"Very good, then you can wear it for four months." Mo Hanqing's voice floated over lightly.
"ah?"
"Not willing??"
"Yes, yes, very willing." Mo Xiuzhu nodded quickly.
"very good."
After finishing another one, Mo Hanqing turned his head and looked at Murong Hongyu.
"Chen..." Murong Hongyu looked at Mo Hanqing with some embarrassment. He was also a general leading troops. If he dressed in women's clothes when training soldiers, he would make those soldiers laugh to death.
"You..." Mo Hanqing stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Just wear it for three days."
"Why!?" Ye Chengan looked at him with an expression of disbelief and shouted: "Why do Xiuzhu and I have to wear it for several months, but Hongyu only needs to wear it for three days?? This is not fair!!"
Mo Hanqing glanced at him coldly, and then said in a low voice: "With Hongyu's character, he must have been coerced by you to participate in this matter. He is not the mastermind, so he only needs to wear it for three days."
“…”
Ye Chengan suddenly had nothing to say.
Murong Hongyu, on the other hand, saluted Mo Hanqing with his hands clasped in fists and said, "I thank the queen."
"Yeah." Mo Hanqing responded coolly, "As for Gong Mei..."
His voice paused, then he turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Qiqi and asked: "What did you call him just now?"
"Uh... I didn't shout anything." Ye Qiqi's little face, which was still gloating about his misfortune, suddenly turned into a smile.
"Is it??"
"Yes."
"Then he is not your beloved concubine??"
"No, definitely not."
"Very good, then the emperor will grant him a marriage." Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi expressionlessly and continued: "How about granting him a marriage to your sister, so as to show your divine favor and show that The emperor attaches great importance to Beichen Kingdom."
"My sister??" Ye Qiqi didn't react for a moment.
"Liu Yunwei." Mo Hanqing reminded kindly.
"But Yun Wei is only... only nine years old..." Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing with a confused expression and said, "Isn't it too early to give her a marriage so early??"
"Marriage is granted first, and we can get married after Yunwei reaches the age of hairpins." Mo Hanqing waved his sleeves and robe, and after saying this, he continued without waiting for Ye Qiqi's reaction: "This matter is settled. , Okay, I don’t have anything else to do, madam, let’s go.”
"Huh??" Ye Qiqi was still petrified and had not recovered.