[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

"Mr. Murong!"

Murong Li was writing a pen, looking at the paper on the table, concentrating on it, raised his head vigilantly when he heard the words, and saw that it was Mo Lan who was walking quickly with a long brocade box in his arms.He put down his pen, got up and cupped his hands slightly towards Mo Lan, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and Marquis Mo is here all right."

Holding the brocade box in her arms, Mo Lan returned the gift and said happily, "I'm all right, I'm fine." After looking carefully at Murong Li, he turned over and sighed, "Mr.

Murongli greeted him, but didn't say much.

Mo Lan crossed Murongli, and occasionally saw a piece of paper on the table, white and black ink, it seemed to be a painting, but he couldn't tell what the painting was about.He was originally an elegant person, and he had experience in both silk and bamboo calligraphy and painting. At this time, seeing the movement of the brush strokes, it was neither fine brushwork nor freehand brushwork, so he couldn't help being curious, "Sir, are you painting? What are you painting?"

Murong Li squinted at the drawing paper on the table, and said in a calm voice, "It's just to pass the time and make Hou Ye laugh."

Mo Lan originally wanted to pick up the drawing paper and examine it carefully. He heard that Murongli didn't want others to ask questions. Murongli knew everything about ink and calligraphy. Looking forward to his neck.

Mo Lan withdrew her hand, turned around and took out the brocade box in her arms with a smile, "This is... this is for Mr.

Murong Li thanked him, took the brocade box, put it lightly on the table, opened the lid, and a tube of snow jade white flute was quietly placed in the flowing brocade, the snow jade is transparent, warm to the touch, even among the top grades. Is a leader.Murongli took it out carefully, and stroked the upper hole of the flute carefully, each place was finely polished, the sincerity of ingenuity can be seen from every inch.

This will not be a gift from Mo Lan. Mo Lan just came back from overseas. Even if there are fine jades overseas that are better than those in the Great Sky Continent, there may not be such craftsmanship overseas.Although there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, but he has been learning flute since he was a child, so how could he fail to recognize that the technique of making flute comes from Tianshu.

Shuren is good at ingenuity, and his craftsmanship also has his own set of techniques. Even if the craftsman has tried every means to conceal the origin of his craftsmanship, if it does not affect the quality of the flute, some key points cannot be added or subtracted after all. Other than that person, who else would spend such a lot of trouble giving him something, but still embarrass the craftsman and do this act of hiding skills.

Mo Lan looked at Murongli, stroked the flute in thought, lowered his eyebrows, and turned his mind several times, "Actually... this flute is a gift from His Majesty."

Murong Li put the flute in his arms, "Don't worry, Lord Hou, Murong won't talk too much in front of Your Majesty."

Mo Lan understood and nodded with a smile.

Murongli turned around to put the flute away, lowered his head and touched the skirt of his clothes, Mo Lan vaguely saw that there seemed to be bruises on Murongli's neck, Murongli's skin was already fat, and the bruises on the neck were particularly eye-catching.

Mo Lan froze on the spot for a moment.

Murong Li leaned over and didn't see anything strange about Mo Lan. Mo Lan immediately calmed down and sighed, "If I hadn't brought Mr. back to Tianquan back then, maybe it wouldn't have happened."

Murongli's hand holding the flute paused, and then he buckled the brocade box, "Murongli was like a duckweed back then, and he was underestimated by others. Thanks to Lord Hou, who is always considerate, Lord Hou brought me to Tianquan for good intentions."

Mo Lan was speechless, was it a good intention...

But seeing Murongli's pale lips, and his breath coming and going when he spoke, Mo Lan recalled the news he had received before, knowing that Murong Li had been hurt by Zhi Ming, and couldn't bear it, "If you can see Mo Lan as a friend in your heart, Mr. Just don't suffer alone, sir...you can tell me."

Murong Li looked at it, but just shook his head, "I don't have time to be sad. When Lord Hou came back from traveling around the world, he knew that the situation in Juntian was no longer what it used to be. His Majesty is in the top position. Whether he wants to or not, the world is already in his hands, and he has to spend money on it." There is more than one power in the heart. So Murongli has no time to be sad."

When Murongli said this, he flicked the scrolls on the shelf beside him self-consciously. No matter whether that person really had no intention of going to the world, or he was just waiting for the opportunity, after all, it was because he entered the troubled times that he set foot on this lonely mountain today. .

Such Murongli made Mo Lan feel distressed, and he couldn't believe it, "Sir...you can do such a thing for His Majesty."

Murongli looked at the scroll, and in his empty eyes, the years of the past flowed, "When I was devoted to the world, Zhi Ming treated me wholeheartedly. At that time, he was not the co-lord of the world, but he gave the best he could give to me. me."

He didn't want it.

Recalling the past, Mo Lan was filled with emotion.

Murongli suddenly cupped his hands and bowed to Mo Lan. Mo Lan was surprised, and hurriedly helped Murongli up, "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Since Marquis Mo regards Murongli as a friend, Murongli begged Lord Marquis for a favor."

"Sir, don't be too polite, just say whatever you want."

"Although the Xunyou Terrace is secluded, it is too quiet after all. May Hou Ye wish to come and sit often."

"This..." Mo Lan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look directly at Murong Li, clasped his hands together for a long time and said, "Don't worry, sir."

Murong Li understood, "Since this is the case, the most urgent task is how can Hou Ye persuade His Majesty to stay in the capital."

Mo Lan nodded, "It is indeed illegal for a county marquis to wander around the capital, but it is not without precedent. Mo Lan will definitely settle this matter, sir, you can rest assured."

"Then thank you, Lord Hou."

Mo Lan said that he would go to Zhi Ming to ask Zhi Ming to stay in the capital while it was still dark, but Murong Li suddenly called him.

"What else is there, sir?"

"Master Hou, please help me pay attention to one person."

"Who?"

"Luo Min."

Xuanwu Terrace Study Room.

Zhi Ming was reviewing the memorial, and Xiaopang was serving Yan Mo beside him.

"Your Majesty, Lord Luo, Lord Chen is back."

Zhi Ming kept writing in his hand, "Pass."

Luo Min and Mr. Chen followed the servants to the study room, and saluted Zhiming at the same time, "I see your majesty."

"Luo Qing and Chen Qing don't need to be too polite."

Luo Min said, "I have something to report to Your Majesty."

Zhi Ming waved his hands clearly, "Let's all step back."

Everyone retreated immediately when they heard the words, but Zhi Ming suddenly said, "Xiao Pang, the cinnabar is gone."

So Xiaopang continued to knelt obediently beside Zhiming to polish the cinnabar.

Luo Min glanced at Xiaopang, and said, "The humble minister is useless, but I still haven't found any trace of Xiao Ran."

Zhi Ming didn't seem to be surprised, he turned over a page of the memorial, "The person arranged by Lord Murong will naturally not be so easy to find."

Luo Min looked at Zhi Ming and said nothing, Master Chen continued, "According to the list of generals that Weichen and Lord Luo found in Yaoguang before, the one who disappeared with Xiao Ran is the [-] troops in Yaoguang King City."

The hand holding Zhu Zhu's scroll paused, and the strokes on the memorial tilted slightly.

Master Chen asked, "Fang Ye is the bodyguard of the Lord of Yaoguang, and Xiao Ran is the right and right hand of the Lord of Yaoguang. It is rumored that the two of them have a very good personal relationship. Does Your Majesty want Fang Ye to be tortured? Maybe you can learn about Xiao Ran's whereabouts.

Zhiming lowered his head and wrote another stroke on the memorial, and said leisurely, "Since you can't find out by asking, why bother to mobilize everyone."

Lord Chen was surprised, he glanced at Luo Min puzzledly, then at Zhi Ming, "Excuse me, I'm stupid, I haven't tortured you yet, how does Your Majesty know the result?"

That Fang Ye did not seem to be a noble and righteous man who was famous all over the world in the past. Although a person who can win a country's king and trust his country must be a loyal person, how could his majesty conclude that under severe punishment, a person's heart can still be firm? Do not move it?

Zhi Ming raised his head and glanced at Mr. Chen playfully, "It was Xiao Ran who left, and Mr. Chen also said that they have a very good personal relationship, so naturally torture is useless."

"Ah? That's just a rumor... Could it be that they are really gentlemen who cherish each other and are friends who cut each other's throats?"

"Okay, I've made up my mind, Mr. Chen doesn't need to worry too much. It's tiring to go back to court this time. Mr. Chen should go back home to rest soon."

It is already obvious from Zhi Ming's words that although Mr. Chen is not a young man, he has been in the officialdom for a long time and has retreated tactfully.

Zhi Ming put down a memorial, picked up another one, and then raised his head, "What else is there for Luo Qing?"

Luo Min folded his fists and bowed, "I still have something to report."

Zhi Ming looked at Luo Min, and then said leisurely, "Understood. Fatty, the cinnabar is enough."

Fatty nodded knowingly, glanced at Luo Min, and found that Luo Min was also looking at him, quickly turned his eyes away as if inadvertently, and hurried out of the study.

"Your Majesty, I have searched all over the Yaoguang Palace, but have not found the sword your Majesty mentioned."

Zhi Ming put down his pen, "Got it."

"His Majesty."

"Back off, it's good to let Mr. Chen go to Yaoguang alone next time, and you can stay in the imperial capital."

Luo Min lowered his head to hide the doubt in his eyes, and replied, "Yes."

When Mo Lan arrived at Xuanwu Terrace, he saw Xiaopang standing in a daze at the door of the study, bored.

"Fatty!"

"Master Hou!" Seeing that it was Mo Lan, Xiaopang said happily, "Master Hou came to see His Majesty?"

"Yes." Mo Lan looked at the closed door, "Is anyone inside?"

"It's Lord Luo."

"Master Luo? Which Lord Luo? Why haven't I seen it before?" Mo Lan said disdainfully.

Fatty approached Mo Lan, and said softly, "Lord Luo Minluo, when Lord Hou was here, Lord Luo hadn't come to Tianquan, and when Lord Hou came back, he was ordered to take care of Yaoguang's aftermath with Lord Chen, so Lord Hou didn't see him. "

"Oh...it's Mr. Luo who led the troops to solve the crisis of the power of heaven." Mo Lan looked at the study and pondered.

"Exactly."

"Go and report to His Majesty, just say that I have something to report."

Xiaopang looked at the door, then at Mo Lan, "Now...how about Master Hou waiting."

Mo Lan was startled, looked at Xiaopang in disbelief, then looked at the study, thoughtful, and said reluctantly after a long time, "Just wait."

Before the words fell, Zhiming's voice came from the study, "Mo Lan comes in."

Mo Lan stroked her heart, stared at the smiling chubby, straightened her clothes, and walked into the study calmly.

When entering the door, just one person came out from the inside, the two raised their heads, their eyes met, and the silent confrontation was only in an instant.

This is Luo Min.

This is Mo Lan.

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