After King Kang left, Jiurao sat alone for a moment.

Tianshu went to Xuanyin Palace and had not come back yet. She was a little bored while staying alone, so she leaned on the brocade bed and took a nap.

Thinking of his parents and Jiuwei who had returned to Dijing, I couldn't help but ponder. Should I go out of the palace now or go there in a few days?

"Your Majesty." The Regent walked in, holding a stack of portraits in his hand. "This is a portrait of a young man at the home of an official above the fifth rank of the imperial capital. Do you want to take a look?"

Jiurao opened her eyes and her eyes fell on several tables.

He reached out and flipped through it one by one, looking at the outline of the boy who was beautified by the painter, but still did not see any outstanding outlines. He smiled faintly: "These boys were overshadowed by Ji Huangyu in terms of their appearance."

Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs and essays.

It is best to be both civil and military.

The standards for choosing a royal husband must be more stringent than the male emperor's selection - after all, she is not those romantic and lustful emperors. As long as she has a little beauty, she can be stuffed into the harem. As for whether she favors her or not in the future, she is second.

The royal husband she wants is, at least her appearance, ability and temperament, but her family background is completely negligible.

But she saw that these teenagers had little surprise in addition to their average appearance, and they were all ordinary teenagers who lived in luxury.

Few are particularly outstanding.

With the uncle of the Regent, she doesn't need to look at the faces of those ministers, but also wants to balance the forces of all parties.

Therefore, if you don’t like it, you don’t even need to consider it and just sift it away.

When the portrait turned to the last picture, Jiu Rao was suddenly stunned and stared silently at the young man wearing a mysterious clothes on the portrait, "Who is this person?"

Nan Mohao's eyes fell slightly, looking at the boy in the portrait.

The quiet eyebrows, faint expression, and the contours of facial features are soft and clean, but there seems to be deep loneliness in the eyes.

"His name is Mo Hua." Nan Mohao said, frowned slightly, and reached out to grab the portrait of the boy, "He shouldn't have appeared here."

Shouldn't it?

Jiurao said: "Why?"

"He is the second son of the Mo family in Mocheng." Nan Mohao said, "The Mo family was the leader of the four major clans of Nanling. It has truly been passed down for hundreds of years. After the Ling Kingdom unifies the world, the Mo family's attitude was not very clear, but it did not show a dissatisfaction. The Mo family has a great influence, lush branches and leaves, and deep roots. The population of the Mo family's county has exceeded 10,000."

Jiu Rao lowered her eyes and looked quietly at the young man in the portrait: "The second son of the Mo family?"

"Yes." Nan Mohao nodded, "The Mo family's orthodox direct lineage, the second son of the current head of the family, has another elder brother, Mo Yao, who is young and has become the new generation of power in the Mo family."

Jiu Rao's eyebrows and eyes looked deep and thought: "Since he shouldn't have a portrait of him?"

Nan Mohao said: "This is my negligence, and I will check it out later."

"But I am very interested in this Mo Hua." Jiu Rao smiled faintly, "Should he still be in Mo City now?"

Nan Mohao nodded: "I haven't received any news of him coming to the imperial capital recently."

So, how exactly did this portrait appear here?

Jiurao put the portrait aside and said lightly: "Has Uncle Regent heard about what Ji Huangyu did today?"

Nan Mohao nodded lightly: "He went to the brothel and then went to the Fu family shop. He should be back to the palace soon."
Chapter completed!