Master, he is not as good as he looks

"Mo'er, you and Mr. Mo leave first, I want to go back to Prince Jing's mansion." Prince Jing said, holding Chu Zimo's hand.

Chu Zimo was taken aback, and quickly said: "Why do you want to go back to Prince Jing's mansion? The emperor will definitely order the house to be searched, father, you will definitely die when you go back."

"Mo'er, the emperor just wants my life. If I die, he will never make things difficult for you again." Prince Jing sighed. I didn't expect the family to live a lifetime.

His wife died in the rebellion at the beginning, he sacrificed so much for the emperor, he never thought that what he got in return was nothing but death.

"Prince Jing. Even if you go back, the emperor will not let Ah Chu go." Mo Linyuan said suddenly.

"I know, so, I beg Mr. Mo to take good care of Mo'er. I know Mr. Mo, you are not like ordinary people, and you will definitely be able to protect Mo'er." After finishing speaking, King Jing was about to turn around and leave.

Chu Zimo wanted to grab King Jing, but he didn't know if he was overworked, so he passed out on the spot.

Mo Linyuan caught Chu Zimo who fell down, and looked at Prince Jing. "Prince Jing...does he have to go?"

"Yes, we must go." After speaking, King Jing glanced at Chu Zimo, then turned and left.

It was midnight when Chu Zimo woke up again, and Mo Linyuan sat by the bed and looked at him.

"A Yuan, where is my father?" Chu Zimo sat up from the bed.

Mo Linyuan didn't want to lie to Chu Zimo, so he could only tell the truth: "When Prince Jing returned to Prince Jing's mansion, the eldest prince led someone to ransack his house and put him in a dungeon. The emperor ordered that at noon tomorrow... beheaded for public display..."

Chu Zimo didn't speak, but looked out the window, a tear suddenly dripped from the corner of his eye, which just fell on the back of Mo Linyuan's hand.

"Ah Chu..."

"Do you know? A Yuan, he is a good father. I lost my mother when I was very young, and he is the only one by my side, who will fight for me in everything. I..." Chu Zimo choked up in the middle of speaking up.

"Ah Chu, cry if you want to!" Mo Linyuan grabbed Chu Zimo's hand and hugged him.

Chu Zimo couldn't hold back any longer, leaned against Mo Linyuan's arms and cried loudly.

"Tomorrow...I want to see my father off for the last time..."

"it is good."

At noon the next day, Prince Jing was kneeling on the execution platform. The sun was so harsh that he couldn't open his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Chu Zimo in white clothes and a straw hat standing in the crowd looking at him. Next to him was Mo in black. Linyuan.

"It's noon...execution..."

Prince Jing suddenly burst into laughter, looked at the crowd, and said loudly, "Don't read, don't remember, don't hate..."

When Chu Zimo reacted, the execution platform was already stained red with blood, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

"father…"

"Ah Chu..."

"A Yuan, I beg you, help me find my father's body, please." Chu Zimo had lost all strength, and begged Mo Linyuan in a low voice.

"it is good…"

After Mo Linyuan sent Chu Zimo back to the hut, he set up a barrier outside the hut before leaving.

When he arrived at the execution platform, those guards hadn't left yet, and several guards wrapped King Jing's body in straw mats.

"Who?" Those guards also saw him.

"What? Has the palace been repaired?" Mo Linyuan mocked lightly.

"It's the demon who set the fire that night, don't let him escape..." Several guards recognized him, rushed towards him and surrounded him.

"Since you say that I am a demon, then I must know how to demonize. Why, are you not afraid?"

When the guards heard this, they took two steps back, not daring to act rashly.

Mo Linyuan smiled, turned to look at King Jing's corpse, took out the treasure in the demon world, the storage bottle, and put the corpse of King Jing in it.

"Monster...Monster..." Several guards turned around and ran away in fright when they saw that Mo Linyuan had put Prince Jing's body in with a bottle.

"Mo Linyuan, where are you taking Prince Jing's body?" Qin Haoyi was surprised when he saw the scene just now when he arrived.

Mo Linyuan glanced at Qin Haoyi.Said: "You can control it?"

"Where's you, Zimo? Where did you take Zimo?" Qin Haoyi asked.

"Do you need to know?" Mo Linyuan didn't want to talk nonsense with him. Chu Zimo was still alone in the hut, and his barrier wouldn't last long.

"I…"

Without waiting for him to say more, Mo Linyuan used his spiritual power to leave the place.

When Mo Linyuan came back, Chu Zimo was still sitting by the window alone, seeing him coming back, he immediately greeted him.

"I brought back Prince Jing's body." Mo Linyuan took out the storage bottle and released Prince Jing's body.

Chu Zimo squatted beside King Jing's body and wiped the blood off his body.

"Ah Chu, the weather is too hot, let's bury Prince Jing!"

"it is good…"

The two buried King Jing together, and Chu Zimo's health has also started to deteriorate day by day in the past two days.

"Ah Yuan, thank you." Chu Zimo looked at Mo Linyuan with a slight smile on his lips.

"You don't have to tell me thank you."

"I have been weak and sick since I was a child. The doctors and imperial doctors said that I would not live to reach the crown, but I still survived and met you that day. Do you think this is fate?" Chu Zimo looked at Mo Linyuan while talking, and saw Mo Linyuan looked at him motionless.

"A Yuan?"

Mo Linyuan came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Naturally, it's fate, Ah Qing, you know that our fate has long been destined."

"Ah Qing?" Chu Zimo was taken aback, the name was somewhat familiar.

It was only then that Mo Linyuan realized that he had called the wrong name. Although Ah Chu was Ah Qing, Ah Chu didn't know it.

"I..." Mo Linyuan was about to explain when Chu Zimo interrupted him.

"I've been having strange dreams since I met you. In the dream, there was a person who called me Ah Qing, and..."

Mo Linyuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked: "And...what else?"

"And... Master..."

"You..." Mo Linyuan hugged Chu Zimo. "You...you remember?"

"What do you remember? In the dream, I couldn't see the appearance of the man who called me Shizun. So, A Yuan, who are you?"