On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Knowing that the road ahead is boundless, knowing that moths are flying into the flames, Xixian is also happy.

The sixteenth is the Yihai Chrysanthemum Club. Yue people love chrysanthemums, and they cannot do without chrysanthemum appreciation and fighting chrysanthemums every year. This year, it is proposed to bring the time to the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is said to be joyful.

Mo Er also knew about it on the morning of the sixteenth.

I drank too much yesterday, woke up this morning dizzy, sat on the bed with my clothes on for a long time, until the washing machine came in with a basin, I finally came back to my senses, thinking of the stupid words last night, It's hot on the face.

Xixian put the water basin aside, feeling a bit cramped. It was rumored in Panyu that Mr. Xi was greedy for flowers and lust, and those who caught his eye snatched it away, but it was just a rumor. He only had one time, and it was with Han Lin's grandson. Fighting, after being dragged home, he didn't even see his face clearly, so he obediently sent him home, but that was the case, and he was beaten by Patriarch Xi.

"Why don't you wash your face first, and Mo Yi will call someone to look for you, and I'll tell him to wait outside." Xixian handed the damp cloth to Mo Er.

Mo Er was immersed in his own thoughts, when he suddenly approached, making him tremble in fright, he stumbled and took the towel, and fumbled twice, "When did you come here?"

"It's been a while." Xi Xian pondered for a while, "It's been an hour or so, it's said to be preparations for the Chrysanthemum Society."

"Chrysanthemum meeting?" Mo Er was stunned for a moment, the chrysanthemums are only blooming in August of the lunar calendar, and the chrysanthemums in Xiaolan have not yet turned yellow all over the city, let alone other places.

"Isn't it time to wait half a month in previous years?"

Xi Xian was also puzzled: "Xu Shimo is impatient, the chrysanthemum society cannot do without offering sacrifices to the God of Flowers, I guess he wants you to dress up as a mountain ghost."

This is a sad love story. According to legend, a long time ago, there was a man who was infatuated with chrysanthemums, especially the one on the top of the mountain. He will cover it with a basket, and when it rains, he will stay beside the flower and hold an umbrella for it.

However, that chrysanthemum never bloomed, it only had a bare stem, even if there was only one stem, the man thought it was the most beautiful chrysanthemum in the world.

That person just waited like this, waiting for the chrysanthemum to bloom.

However, one day, his father fell ill and couldn't get up. He couldn't go up the mountain, so he could only look at the non-stop lightning and thunder outside. He kept worrying whether the chrysanthemum would die in the heavy rain That night, the next day his father recovered from his illness, so he ran up the mountain without even taking care of his shoes, but his chrysanthemum was missing on the top of the mountain.

He searched desperately for a long time, and even searched all over Xiangshan, but unfortunately he found nothing. Just when he was most desperate, a person came, who was not really a human being. It had a green face and fangs, and it was fierce. It said to him: I know your Where is the chrysanthemum?

The man knew that the other party was a mountain ghost, a hungry beast in the mountains, and he liked human flesh, but for the sake of the chrysanthemum, he followed up regardless. They walked for three days and three nights, and the man's feet were already dripping with blood. He asked : Where's my chrysanthemum?

The mountain ghost lied to him: it's right in front, in that cave.

In front is the mountain ghost's lair, the mountain ghost just wanted to trick him into his lair, and then eat him, the man believed it, he stepped into the mountain ghost's lair, the mountain ghost was overjoyed, and was about to swallow him, A faint fragrance of chrysanthemums wafted from outside the cave, and then a man in a yellow shirt appeared, with a blooming chrysanthemum in the middle of his forehead.

The man in the yellow shirt killed the mountain ghost.

But that person couldn't do it anymore, he looked at the other party: You are blooming, my chrysanthemum.

The man in the yellow shirt was the chrysanthemum that turned into a flower god, and that man died in the arms of the flower god. The flower god took him back to the mountain where he was. Where they passed by, the chrysanthemums were always in bloom.

In addition to fighting chrysanthemums, the Yihai Juhui ultimately wants to sacrifice to the God of Flowers.

"There will definitely be troubles at the sacrifice to the Flower God tonight, maybe Mo Yi will take the opportunity to kill." The more Xi Xian thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

The most important part of the sacrifice to the flower god is the fight between the flower god and the mountain ghost. If Mo Yi appoints Mo Er to be the mountain ghost, then during the Nuo dance, Mo Yi is very likely to kill someone.

"Not necessarily, I have a deal with him, the deal has not been concluded, he will not kill easily." Mo Er pondered.

Xi Xian disagreed: "Don't change his face once or twice, how can he guess his heart."

"Has the Second Prince woke up?" Not long ago, the Eldest Prince Xi had already entered, and after a while, the Second Prince hadn't come out yet, so Chang Gui couldn't help feeling anxious.

Worshiping the gods is a very sacred thing, and there is no time to delay it. If the time is delayed, let alone the king punishing him, he can't afford it, but I can't pass the test in my heart.

"Get up, come out now."

Mo Er responded.

On the way, Xi Xianfa asked, "Why did the Chrysanthemum Festival be chosen at this time this year? Why didn't anyone in the royal city tell me?"

Beads of sweat gushed out of Chang Gui's head. He didn't know why the king had deliberately confessed to the eldest son Xi and the second prince, but how could such a big matter be hidden? Thanks to the two of them during this period of time. Too many things, didn't notice.

Those disputes in the royal family are not something that slaves like them can intervene. If you want to live, the first rule of life in the royal city is, don’t worry about things you shouldn’t care about, don’t say things you shouldn’t say, don’t think about things you shouldn’t think about.

However, it would be fine if Mo Er asked, but the person who asked was Xixian, the Overlord.

Thinking of his temperament, Chang Gui, his heart thumped, his eyes flicked around, but his mouth was still tightly closed.

"Well, you slave, what is the Lord asking you? What are you pretending to be dead!" These days, the tyranny on Xixian's body has subsided, and he doesn't often show it in front of others, so that Mo Er almost forgot that he still has a mask.

If Xi Xian could use his hands, he could kill. Chang Gui had spent most of his life in the royal city, and he had never seen him beat the guards to the point of blood, so he immediately shrank back and turned his eyes to Mo Er for help. .

Mo Er just glanced at him, and grabbed Xixian: "Forget it."

Chang Gui has been by Mo Yi's side for more than ten years, and has stayed with him to take care of him since he was five years old. In the past ten or twenty years, even a dog can raise affection, let alone a person, there is no need to fight Mo Yi for this. It was ugly.

Mo Er pulled, Xi Xian naturally gave up.

"I stood up for you, why are you destroying your own prestige?" Xi Xian was annoyed, and snorted coldly.

Mo Er: "The soldiers will block the water and cover it with soil, don't worry about me."

Xi Xian's mind was pinched, he coughed, and avoided looking at Mo Er, Mo Er had a hard time, Xi Xian knew that it had little to do with him whether he was doing well a few days ago, maybe he would He took Mo Er's matter to heart, but he only spent [-]% of his mind on it, and now he wished he could devote [-]% of his mind to see the situation clearly for Mo Er.

But he doesn't have that ability, this royal city is real and fake, people's hearts!He can't see through!Can't help it!

But keep everything out of Mo Er's body, you can always guard against it!

Mo Er secretly clenched Xixian's hand, and passed on his heart and tenacity to Xixian.

Mo Er knows the reason why caring makes chaos.

Shaking all the way, entering Zhengyang Gate, the carriage couldn't move forward, so he had to walk.

Entering the Chongde Hall, Mo Yi is not much different from his usual days, calm and steady, but Xixian can always smell the smell of blood on his body, not the blood of killing, but the smell of conspiracy. The taste is icy right, and the taste is also icy.

Is that chair that good?

Xixian couldn't help thinking of something.

Mo Yi didn't like the look in his eyes that showed inquiring eyes, the faint pity made him feel that he had been insulted, and right now he was the supreme being, above ten thousand people, the rest of the people just had to submit, He doesn't need the rest of the extra feelings.

"Why did Mr. Xi come together?" Mo Yi asked intentionally.

The relationship between Xi Xian and Mo Er was widely circulated in Ouyue, especially when he added fuel and vinegar, and filled in some details that could not be carefully scrutinized, which attracted everyone in Panyu City to know about it.

Right now the Chongde Hall is far more than Mo Yi, Wei Si is there, the director of the Fourth Department is there, and the Jiuyue forces who can come are all there. After listening to Mo Yi's words, it is inevitable that they will think of those fragrant/gorgeous pictures in the rumors, especially those who wash their hands. His appearance is beautiful, although it is concealed by his arrogance, but the charm between his eyebrows and eyes is even more fascinating.

Many people's eyes showed a deep-rooted disgust, superficial, attached to the bone, lingering.

Mo Er squinted at Mo Yi, and his displeasure was almost written all over his face.

On the contrary, Xie showed an uncharacteristically calm, he held Mo Er's hand in front of many people, as an attitude to everyone.

This is the truth, why hide it.

As for what they think, it's their business, Xixian can't stop it, but he can choose to ignore it.

"Does your majesty mean that I can't come?" Xixian said confidently.

He once lowered his posture, thinking that by lowering himself into the dust, Xijiadongyue would no longer be a thorn in the side of everyone, but he was wrong. His regress could only attract more malice, those who were waiting to be torn apart The Suishai family and the Dongyue people were waiting for this moment, and his surrender was ridiculous.

He is still him, Dongyue Xixian.

Unbelievable stubbornness, useless to show off.

Mo Yi seemed to see Patriarch Xi from Xi Xian, that arrogant and powerful man, he admired him, but also hated him.

"Of course I can come." Mo Yi smiled, "I originally planned to have someone invite you, and it's just right that you are here now."

Showing sharpness: "I thought the admiral had forgotten me."

Mo Er squeezed Xixian's hand tightly without any trace, the worry in his eyes was so thick that it almost dripped out.

Xi Xian patted his hand backhand, signaling him to rest assured, he knew it well.

"Xixian! You must be too arrogant!!" Wang Yaochen snapped.

Xi Xian squinted: "My lord, I'm surprised by this remark. I'm not arrogant anymore. Don't make excuses, Mr. Wang, and press me with a big hat. Are you seeing that my father is gone, and your old man is bullying me here."

Wang Yaochen has put etiquette very high all his life. He has strict requirements on himself and others. Respecting the king is engraved in his heart one by one.

I suffered from Mo Er's loss before, and I took a breath of pressure on my heart, and now I suffered from the loss at the Xixian, and I almost didn't bring it up in a breath, and it passed.

Wang Yaochen was trembling with anger: "Shameless, you still have the nerve to mention your father. If Patriarch Xi knew that you were such an unfaithful and unfilial beast, he would have kicked you to death. Being able to stand up is just ridiculous!! What else can you and him do besides show off your tongue!!"

I have valued the etiquette all my life, but was trampled on by others, and the fire in Wang Yaochen's heart became more and more intense. If he could hold a sharp sword, he would have the courage and strength to show his life.

The etiquette he values ​​must not be trampled on again. If there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three. If you don't do something, will the world still be the world?

The anger in Mo Er's heart also rose, and his eyes became darker.

There are still important things to do today, Mo Yi didn't want to further escalate the situation, so he intervened aloud: "Wang Qing, I know that you are doing it for the good of the country, but this is above the court, not the vegetable market. You are the humerus of the country, not for the sake of the country." The interests of three melons and two dates and the gossip of people who show off their tongues quickly."

Turning around: "Since the second child is here, let's talk to you about the things we discussed. You also know about the sacrifice of the flower god at the Chrysanthemum Festival tonight. Right now, there is still a lack of a wizard to pretend to be a mountain ghost. You know that in previous years They are all dressed up by members of the royal family. This year, I will succeed to the throne alone, so I can’t pretend to be a mountain ghost anymore. Look..."

What else to watch, let him pretend to be a mountain ghost and say it clearly.

"Why don't you just let me play the role!" Mo Er obediently surprised Mo Yi.

But Mo Yi was still straightforward: "In this case, there is Lao Lao Er."

The chrysanthemum festival lasts for three days. On the first day, there is a sacrifice to the God of Flowers, and on the second day, there is a game of fighting chrysanthemums and enjoying tea. The first two days are the pastime of the princes and nobles. On the third day, it is the turn of ordinary people. There may be a new play in Panyu city. , Men and women of the right age travel hand in hand with each other, and under the blessing of the flower god, when the fate comes, they will be together.

However, the most important thing is the sacrifice to the Flower God on the first day and night.

It is rumored that the chrysanthemum turned into a human body at night, so he sacrificed to him at night.

There are four Nuo operas in this sacrifice, the most important of which is the third performance of Flower God Fighting Mountain Ghost.

Mo Er pretended to be a mountain ghost, but as for who would play the flower god, Mo Yi made a fool of himself.

"Let's go!" Mo Yi seemed tired, "Xixian, you stay."

"Yes!"

Mo Yi changed his clothes, and the courtiers in the Chongde Hall prepared to leave in twos and threes.

Wang Yaochen didn't move, and said contemptuously: "See how crazy you are, Xixian!! A piece of trash like you can match Mo Er's kind of wimp."

The old man is also getting old, Xixian didn't plan to have more knowledge with him at first, Wang Yaochen's temper is smelly and hard, but a few words are not painful or itchy, it's not counted, but Xixian's family members protect their shortcomings, Xixian doesn't The exception, saying that he can, and taking Mo Er along with him is Wang Yaochen's original sin.

He was not far from Wang Yaochen, just a few steps away, walked over in three or two steps, and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Wang Yaochen! I can see that you are already old. You can be regarded as an elder. A lifetime has passed , I don’t know what can be said and what can’t be said, I have lived in the belly of a dog at this age. Although my Xijia is not as old as my father, but you have to remember that Dongyue Xijia is not something you can offend.”

Xi Xian's tone was normal, but Wang Yaochen felt murderous intent, especially the hands on his shoulders, which made half of his body cold.

"Xixian, how dare you!" Wang Yaochen held his breath.

Xi Xian sneered: "Xi Xian is also what you can shout."

The chief of Jiuyue has a very high status. In Ouyue, he can be regarded as an existence under one person and above ten thousand people, especially the Xi family. When the head of the Xi family is here, except for the king of Ouyue, no one in Ouyue dares to compete with him.

"Lord Wang, you have always valued etiquette, why are you so ignorant." His tone was dangerous, and Wang Yaochen seemed to have seen the shadow of Patriarch Xi.

"you you……"

Xi Xian: "Although the current Patriarch Xi is a younger sister, who dares to point your face at me, Lord Wang, Fengshen?"

Wang Yaochen's face was red and his ears were red: "wash the eldest son."

Xi Xian glanced around in satisfaction, the remaining ministers all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Xi Xian.

"I'll meet Mo Yi at the back, you go back first." Xi Xian patted Mo Er's back without avoiding suspicion, his movements revealing an unusual intimacy.

The Chongde Hall is divided into the front hall and the back hall. The front hall is used to summon ministers, and the back hall is the place for daily life. Generally, private summons are held in the back hall.

"I'll go with you." These days, Mo Yi never paid attention to Xixian, but kept him under house arrest in the palace, and now he was summoned suddenly, something happened to Mo Er.

He didn't know why Xixian suddenly gave up keeping a low profile, and became domineering again. The identity of Xi's family is actually a double-edged sword. He also washes his family when he succeeds, and he also washes his family when he loses. Even if he loses, he is deeply loved by everyone. I am deeply afraid, but what if it bottoms out and rebounds.

"No, I'll go find you later."