"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

His remarks stunned the two people outside Chuyun Chuwai. Acelu was startled at first, and then his gaze became complicated, with scrutiny and temptation in his eyes.

"Are you really Mo Chi?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

"You are nothing like the one in the rumors."

Mo Chi smiled lightly after hearing his words, but was not angry: "It can be seen that the rumors are very unreliable. How about it, is the Third Prince interested in this plan of mine?"

Acelu lowered his head and looked at the hand which was obviously smaller than his own, with deep eyes.

He rubbed the back of Yuan Qing's pale hand, until the blue blood vessels under the thin skin became more and more obvious, then he gritted his teeth lightly.

"I promise."

As soon as these words came out, both Mo Chi and Yun Chu heaved a sigh of relief, and Yuan Qinghui held his hand without saying anything.

Asailu hugged the man and comforted him softly: "Yuanbao, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."

"I promised you that I would take you to see the sea of ​​flowers in Ayi country, and I will not break my promise."

Yuan Qing turned around, gently hugged the tall man in front of him, and said softly, "I believe in you."

The two hugged tenderly for a while, until there was a knock on the door, Yuan Qing came out embarrassingly from A Sailu's arms.

The closed door was opened, and Eunuch Cao walked in with a slightly bowed body: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister's Mansion is here."

Mo Chi sneered, "The old man can't sit still."

A Sailu: "I'm actually very curious about the prime minister of your Yun country. Rumors say that he has been working hard for many years in office, and the people of Yun country say that he is the blessing of Yun country."

This is a bit straightforward. If Mo Chi is really like the emperors of those feudal empires, Long Yan may have been furious by this time, but he is not, so he just twitched the corners of his lips and looked at him with a half-smile Aseru.

Seeing this, Acelu felt a chill down his back for no reason, he laughed twice: "Forget, forget, the rumors are not credible."

Mo Chi didn't say a word, A Sailu said after laughing, "When will I meet him?"

The conditions to be negotiated between the two parties have been negotiated. Before leaving, Asailu stood on the carriage and looked at the fat old man in front of him. Eunuch Cao waved his hands behind him. The little eunuch behind him took two steps forward with his head bowed, respectful He put the box in his hand carefully.

The old man smiled at the man in front of him: "The emperor entrusted his slaves to give this to the third prince. The things inside are not precious, but at least they can relieve the pain of Mr. Yuan."

As soon as Acelu heard it, he immediately took it unceremoniously. When he opened the box and saw a small piece of blood-red ganoderma lying quietly in the middle of the box, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you emperor for me." Asailu put away the box carefully, and then looked at the person in front of him: "Go back and tell your emperor, since the prince has agreed to his matter, he will definitely do it well. Put him at ease."

"Since this is the case, the old servant will first thank the third prince here on behalf of the emperor."

Asailu waved his hand, and the carriage slowly drove out of the palace as if it had come, and headed for the post where the envoy lived.

After sending A Sailu and Yuan Qing away, Mo Chi did not return to the banquet, but sneaked out of the palace with Yun Chu.

Today was the Lantern Festival, and the streets were extremely lively. After dressing up, the two strolled from the street to the end of the street, and finally set off two lanterns under the sky filled with fireworks.

On the way back, Mo Chi picked up two jars of wine from somewhere, and he could smell the aroma of the wine from a long distance away.

Yun Chu stood in front of the carriage and looked at him. The man shook the wine bottle in his hand at him, and said in a tone as if offering a treasure: "Festivals go with good wine."

After returning, the two drank to Yue, and then, without any surprise, Mo Chi got drunk.

Yun Chu looked at the man who was soundly asleep with a wine glass in his hand under the candlelight, called the other party's name a few times but couldn't answer, sighed resignedly, then helped him back to the bed, and Ask someone to call hot water to wash his hands and face.

This time, Mo Chi's drunken sleep was extremely restless. Scenes from his previous life flashed before him frame by frame like a movie, intermittently but without stopping.

Mo Chi was like a bystander, standing aside and watching him in his previous life go back to his bedroom after scolding Yunchu and smash everything he could, before writing a letter to the county magistrate of Qingtan County.

He looked at the strokes that pierced through the back of the paper, and felt the pain and self-blame of himself in a trance.

Before he could get out of this emotion, the scene suddenly changed, Yun Chu, who was injured and disfigured, put on a hideous black mask.

That mask was like a seal, sealing off all of Yunchu's emotions and desires, turning him into an emotionless robot. He still worked hard for Mo Chi, silently in every dark night where sin and filth were hidden. He beheaded one person after another without a sound, and it didn't take long before he caught Fu Lou's attention.

Mo Chi knew that the self in the dream also knew that it was not the time to proceed with the plan, so he forced Yun Chu to stop.

It was an evening full of red clouds, and the imperial garden was full of flowers. Mo Chi, who was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, stood in the gazebo with his hands behind his back, looking at the man kneeling in front of him, suppressing surging emotions in his dark and deep eyes.

He opened his mouth, and his low and cold voice drifted far away along the evening wind: "There has been too much movement recently, and it has already attracted the attention of that old fox. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to do things in the future."

Yun Chu clasped his hands into his fists and lowered his head, his rough and harsh voice remained unchanged: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, this subordinate will never let you down."

Mo Chi looked at the person on the ground, his fingernails covered in the wide sleeves sunk deeply into his palm, he really wanted to help him up, he really wanted to hold him in his arms, but he couldn't now.

"Recently, you should rest for a while, and leave the matter at hand to An Yi."

Yun Chu didn't raise his head until the man finished speaking, then he raised his head to look at him.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and Yun Chu saw his ugly self in those imposing eyes.

He only has martial arts left, but even now, the other party doesn't look up to him anymore.

Swallowing all the bitterness and bitterness in his heart, Yun Chu lowered his head, preventing Mo Chi from seeing the gray emotion in his eyes, and said, "Your subordinate obeys."

Mo Chi stopped talking, just turned his back to him and waved for him to leave.

Unexpectedly, after this farewell and meeting again, all Yunchu left him was a cold and stiff body.

In the torrential rain, Mo Chi stood under the dripping eaves, looking at the corpse that was randomly thrown in the courtyard and covered with only a white cloth, his face was pale and his figure was precarious, as if he would faint in a second.