Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Yuan Ri stepped in front of Mu Lanxun and was about to draw his sword.

"Boss, it's me, it's me!"

The figure who had just landed reached out to stop Yuan Ri's hand from drawing his sword before he could even stand firmly.

Yuanri glared at him fiercely, and Chun Geng touched his nose in frustration. They hadn't come back yet, so wasn't this a little worrying?

"Master, I have collected all the things and arranged them properly. If you want to distribute them, it will only take one night."

Chun Geng replied concisely. He had been waiting outside the city for two or three days for this sentence.

"Let's talk about it somewhere else." Mu Lanxun nodded. In this way, it wouldn't be so important whether he entered the city or not.

The three men led their horses and walked away from the city gate in a "strolling" manner.

A few of them found an inn outside the city, asked for a room, and then hid in the stable to talk in detail.

An hour later.

"Master, are we still going into the city?"

Yuanri leaned closer and asked softly. They did not expect Chungeng to be waiting for them outside the city, but it also saved them some time.

Mu Lanxun raised her eyes and looked towards the direction of the imperial palace. Yuan Ri had already run to Bian Lu City. That person...

The wind gradually picked up, and suddenly a faint smell of rust drifted in the air.

Yuanri's expression suddenly changed, and Chun Geng instantly moved behind Mu Lanxun, with his legs apart, his back slightly arched, in a state of complete alert.

The next moment, a tall figure stood at the door of the small stable.

Mu Lanxun narrowed his eyes. Wubai?

As the leader of the Dark Armor Guards, Wubai's aura is quite similar to Yuanri's.

But after all, he had fought his way out of thousands of people. Once he restrained the gentleness he deliberately released, his whole body turned into a sharp sword.

Yuanri and Chungeng had never come into contact with him before, and now they were frightened by his overwhelming aura and stood still. They had to be extremely alert, like two leopards ready to pounce.

"Ninth Young Master." Wubai bowed and took the initiative to speak.

"A distinguished guest wants to chat with you." He looked at Yuanri's unsheathed sword with a faint look. This man... is much calmer than Shangsi.

Distinguished guest? Hehe...

Mu Lan rubbed the fingers in her sleeves. Who else could be the distinguished guest that Wubai was following?

He stepped out from behind Yuanri and said, "Since you are an honored guest, we cannot neglect you. Yuanri, you two just wait here. You don't have to follow me."

After saying that, he walked towards Wubai. Wubai stretched out his arms to the side, indicating that the distinguished guest was this way.

Yuanri and the other two had dark faces. Does the master know this person?

Could it be?

They exchanged a few subtle glances and could only stand there obediently.

Arriving at the door of the room Yuanri had just reserved, he couldn't help but sneer. Was Emperor Qi Zhao coming here to show off his power?

He stood at the door, the only thing left in his mind was Feng Xili's brilliant smile.

Then he reached out and pushed the door open. Wubai next to him was stunned for a moment, frowned, and watched him enter the room and calmly closed the door behind him.

No one has ever been so rude to His Majesty...

There is a screen, a set of table and chairs, and one person in the room.

"Mu Jiu pays respects to His Majesty." Mu Lanxun knelt down and bowed, his eyes lowered so that his face could not be seen clearly.

Emperor Qi Zhao turned around slowly with his hands behind his back, and the look he gave him was scrutinizing and definitely not kind.

"Li You is the eldest princess of my Shangli. Her status is noble and not something that ordinary people can reach."

Emperor Qi Zhao came up and made a bombshell, trying to scare the young man, but the man remained calm and didn't even blink.

As if realizing something, he continued in a deep voice: "Li You is a soul from another world. She is not the original Feng Xili!"

Mu Lanxun grinned and looked up at the arrogant Emperor Qi Zhao.

"Your Majesty, if you have something to say, please speak frankly. Mu Jiu is listening."

This guy is so calm? Does he really know or is he just pretending to be calm?

Feng Xili's identity is secretive and important, and I believe she herself would not go out and make a fuss about it. So, is this guy deliberately being mysterious?

He was still kneeling, but his eyes were fixed on Emperor Qi Zhao, without a trace of fear.

"Liyou needs to stay in Shangli. I won't let you take her away."

really!

When an emperor has been in office for a long time, the first starting point of his thoughts and actions will be extreme self-interest.

Mu Lanxun's eyes were dark and unclear, with obvious sarcasm.

Emperor Qi Zhao suddenly drew his sword, and the blade flashing with cold light touched his neck, but he did not move. A storm gradually blew up in his dark eyes.

Ignoring the longsword hanging above his shoulder, he slowly curled up a cold smile and stood up with his knees raised.

"How dare you!" Emperor Qi Zhao was furious, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he was about to kill him with a sword!

"Your Majesty, please be patient." A voice as clear as jade floated out from the other side of the screen.

Someone's furious eyes trembled, and he miraculously put away his sword.

This person...this voice, I seem to have heard it somewhere before?

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point at one point. Mu Lanxun had thrown etiquette out of the window, from not knocking when entering to getting up without permission just now.

He finally looked at Emperor Qi Zhao with a serious expression, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, in this world, one thing is always exchanged for another. Princess Li You has devoted herself to Your Majesty and Shang Li. In the days to come, I just want to protect her well."

Ignoring the frown of the person opposite him, he continued, "Your Highness, you must not reveal the secret anymore. Otherwise, at best you will become seriously ill, at worst..."

He gritted his teeth secretly, veins popped out on his forehead, his voice was no longer steady, and his eyes were filled with madness that made him want to give up everything.

"In serious cases... death!"