long old

This hall is to prove the innocence of the emperor's brother. "

Mo Yuan turned his head to avoid his saber, and smiled slightly.

Mo Qiuliang couldn't help being dazed, but also a little too similar, even the arc of the smile on the corner of his lips was exactly the same.

Just when she lost her mind, Mo Xuan, who had already followed her down the stairs, held Rong Mo's hand, stood beside her, and said, "Liang'er, give me the sword."

Mo Qiuliang understood, and handed him the sword.

Mo Xuan stared at the sword in his hand, lowered his eyes, and threw the sword forward casually. He was very sorry to see that he missed the target, and suddenly smiled: "So what if you are the king's biological father? The mother and concubine of the king are geisha so what?"

"This king is still the seventh prince who is aloof and has received all kinds of favors. You are still the villain who abandoned her because you despised your mother and concubine as a prostitute who everyone despises. Today, seeing this king's prosperity and wealth, you come to seek refuge. .”

"Even if you are similar to this king, so what? You are still a well-dressed person who looks like a dog. This king has nothing to do with you. How dare you say that you are a 'biological father'. If you are born but not raised, what is the father?"

Mo Xuan admitted all of this very frankly, so what if he is the son of a whore?What does the comments of the people in the world have to do with him?After all, it is a dry bone that no one will remember for a thousand years, so why care about the name in front of you?

Standing behind him, Rong Mo didn't see very clearly, he just stared at the person in front of him, but was speechless.

In fact, even if Mo Yuan was not Mo Xuan's biological father, Rong Shu would lose all face in front of the allies today, how could such royal secrets be taught to be commented on the stage.This Mu Yao probably made a bad move, how did such a scheming plan achieve such a high level?

In all fairness, Mu Yao is really a good prime minister in front of him. He is very diligent for the country and the people, but his character is really unflattering. Not a lot.In any case, after today is over, I'm afraid I won't be able to turn over.

Mo Yuan frowned, and raised his lips: "The Seventh Prince is speaking too seriously. I am your biological father, and the traces engraved in your blood cannot be changed. I am here to visit you, and I am looking for an official position. It would be great." But. However, I really didn't expect that such a crazy woman... "The child is so normal, let alone such an opportunity...

Before he could finish speaking, he was picked up by one person and fell to the ground.

Mo Xuan looked at him coldly, stepped on him, and said with a sneer, "Then you saw it?"

"I see." Mo Yuan returned hastily. He thought he was weak and weak and dared not speak out, but he never thought that he was also a ruthless character.

"Then please go back. I don't need me to turn around to let you see it more clearly, right?"

Can he dare to say that Shen Ling's madness was not caused by him?For no reason, he promised an eternal love to a woman in the dust, and after the other party secretly promised her, he got tired of playing and abandoned her.

Shen Ling didn't want to be a regular wife either, if he could leave the brothel, what difference would it make between a regular wife or a concubine?

If Shen Ling hadn't met the late emperor, it would probably have ended in a "beautiful beauty, but the fragrance disappears and the jade dies".

Mo Xuan clenched Rong Mo's hand somewhat selfishly, and Rong Mo clasped his hand instead, lowering his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"No need, no need. I just don't know if I can have another official post after traveling thousands of miles."

Mo Yuan kowtowed, and then revealed his purpose.

Mo Yuan didn't want to come, but Mu Yao tried his best to persuade him.He really hated Mo Ling very much.

He was willing to marry her, but the night before he was hired, he went to her room, but saw her holding a dagger, cutting off the flesh and blood on her body bit by bit, the corner of her mouth Smiling, he looked at himself in the mirror like that.It's so creepy that I want to quit.

When it was over, she licked up the blood and applied medicine to herself.

Fortunately, their son was a bit more like him, without the reflection of his mother's blood, which was not bad.At least for the rest of his life, he still had something to rely on, and his life was not in vain.Even though he never raised him, but father and son love each other deeply, he will never treat him badly.

Rong Mo frowned, and stood in front of Mo Xuan silently. He always felt that the way he looked at Mo Xuan was not looking at people, but looking at products, which could be profitable.

"Since he is a relative of the Seventh Prince, how can I treat you badly?" Rong Shu smiled all over his face, but it was hard not to hear his gnashing of teeth, "Come on, take this 'Duke' to the palace so he can rest and have a good time." Invitation. As for Mu Yao, come here."

Rong Shu got up and apologized: "I apologize to everyone, I made everyone laugh. I will take my leave first, and I hope to have a drink with everyone in ten days."

The next day, the Duke of the Seven Kingdoms who just took office died suddenly in the palace, and no one took care of him.Mu Yao was demoted to be a sixth-rank minister and sent to the Ministry of Household Affairs.

The author has something to say:······What should I do about the feeling of ooc?Even though I created the character, it still doesn't feel right. ······

☆, Langu (nine)

When they heard the news of Mo Yuan's sudden death in the palace, Mo Xuan and Mo Qiuliang were having lunch in the Palace of Seven Princes.

This news was brought by Lin Shengli hastily from the palace.

Holding on to the door frame, Lin Shengli's face was flushed and he was panting heavily. Lou Xun was about to step forward to support him, but he stretched out his hand to persuade him to retreat.

Before his breathing was stable, he opened his mouth and said, "Mo, Mo Yuan, he, he is dead."

"Who killed it?" Mo Xuan stopped his chopsticks, tilted his head, and looked at him expressionlessly. He didn't know the grief that his biological father had passed away and his children should have.

That's right, what's the point of affection if you don't raise your child?

Lin Shengli shook his head subconsciously, sat on the bench that Lou Xun moved, and said, "I don't know, Dali Temple is searching for prisoners, but it doesn't seem to be serious, just want to end it hastily."

"Good kill! No matter who it is, I will thank him for his generosity on behalf of the Seventh Prince's House." Lou Xun couldn't help shouting "Happy!" He has been with the Seventh Prince since he was a child, so he naturally knows him of life experience.

Lou Xun already looked down on a man like Mo Yuan who dared not take responsibility for his promise, and after hearing the complaint from the Eldest Princess last night, Lou Xun wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

He only hated himself for not being able to cause trouble for the Seventh Prince's Mansion, especially in this kind of wind and waves.

Lou Xun even had the idea of ​​walking away and wandering the world after revenge, but he didn't put it into action after all.

After all, the Seventh Prince still needs to take care of his body.

Mo Xuan glanced at Lou Xun, but didn't say anything.Also, what else can I say?

There is one less person who should hate, so what is there to be happy about.Furthermore, the mother and concubine who should hate him the most have long since ignored him... No, I don't want to talk to him.

Why add an extra amount of nostalgia for him.

If there is an infinite shortage of enemies in the world, and they will continue to increase, then what's the point of hating others?

Why bother to think about someone who is irrelevant and may never appear again.

Just like you never know, the next person you pass by will become the person you miss for many years, lying beside you, within reach.

Mo Qiuliang, who had never interrupted, couldn't help reaching out, touching Mo Xuan's palm lightly, and said with a frown, "Brother Huang, are you alright?"

"Maybe. It's probably fine." Mo Xuan responded softly, and turned his head to look at Lin Shengli.

Mo Xuan got up, supported Lin Shengli's hand, and walked towards the door, "If the father-in-law has nothing else to do, the king will send him out of the mansion. After all, it will be the birthday of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in nine days. Very busy. At this time, how can there be no father-in-law?"

Lin Shengli was aware of his intentions, so he flicked his forehead slightly, followed him to the door, and suddenly hugged him hard.

"Father-in-law?"

Lin Shengli let him go, looked at him with a little worry, and finally couldn't help but say: "Seventh Prince, don't be so tired."

Mo Xuan nodded, and was about to start, but was interrupted by a sudden cough: "Cough cough... cough cough, father-in-law, cough cough... don't worry so much, cough cough..."

Lou Xun was originally watching them chatting from afar in the mansion, but when he saw his suddenly bent back, he couldn't help frowning, walked forward, took his hand, took his pulse, and asked angrily: "That day The medicine you took back, did you take the medicine according to my instructions? That medicine will really kill people, so you can't work so hard!"

Mo Xuan smiled and listened to him continue to scold: "Let me tell you, if you want to rise up, it's fine to do this kind of life-consuming thing. You just found such a reason why you prefer to die. I want to throw your brain to the floor, and take a good look at what water is hiding in your brain!"

Although Lou Xun kept complaining, he obediently consulted him, returned to the stone table, grabbed a few pieces of paper and the pen that was thrown on the ground last night, wrote down some herbs, walked at the door, Throwing it to Lin Shengli without any extravagance, and ordered him to say: "Go, buy back the above medicinal materials. Otherwise, you don't want him to live."

Lin Shengli nodded in a daze, and was pushed out in a daze.

Lou Xun closed the door, looked at Mo Xuan who was taking off the blindfold, and said after a while, "I don't care what you want to do, and I don't want to ask you: what is the meaning of this. But you remember it for me One thing: You are the Seventh Prince, the pillar of the Seventh Prince's Mansion. Therefore, you can't fall, absolutely can't fall. I don't know what's so good about that kid. If you want to fight, it's fine. Don't be old. Pull me to worry about you."

At this time, Mo Qiuliang came forward, supported Mo Xuan, and walked to the stone bench to rest.Then, standing in front of him, looking at him fixedly, said: "Brother, I have never understood you, why sacrifice to such a level for such a person? When others bullied you before, he never helped you. For the sake of rights , He can give up on you, why do you have to work so hard? I am not afraid that you will think what I said is ugly. You are just a dog by his side, who will come and abandon you at will. "

"The master once asserted: You won't live until your thirties, where on earth do you have the confidence to toss yourself like this."

Mo Qiuliang said reproachful words, and wanted to show him the truth in her eyes, but she couldn't help but let tears overflow from her eyes. She wiped away the tears and continued to choke up, "Do you know, you are the only one left for me?" Is it dead? My mother left after 12 years, and my father didn't stay long. Do you want to see me die for the three of you?"

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, Mo Qiuliang lay her head on his shoulder sobbing, and Mo Xuan stroked his hair: "Liang'er, please don't forget, I only have you alone. "I don't know who left who, just cried so badly.

Mo Qiuliang usually called him "Emperor Brother", but when there was no one in private, Mo Qiuliang would call him "Brother", no longer restrained by red tape.After all, they had never enjoyed the treatment they deserved in the past eight years, but after they were released from prison, they were forced to learn these useless etiquettes for the sake of the royal family's face.

"Brother Huang, I really haven't lived a free enough life. I wish I could not be a princess. You and I raise a few rabbits, a few chickens and ducks in the countryside, and live a farming life every day. How beautiful it is ah."

Mo Qiuliang forced a smirk, and looked at Mo Xuan with a wry smile.Most of what she said was angry. The two of them knew better than anyone else that Mo Qiuliang would marry a foreign country no matter what for the sake of the country, and Fu Yu was the better one.

Mo Xuan straightened Mo Qiuliang's waist-length black hair, gently tied it into a bunch, took the hairpin in Lou Xun's hand, and crowned her hair: "Liang'er, after everything is done, let's live in seclusion. It's not bad to eat wind and drink dew."

Mo Xuan and Mo Qiuliang have always had a tacit understanding, and he knows what she wishes, but he has no power or power, and he can't change any established facts.He will never sacrifice Liang'er in exchange for Shen Mingda.But the emperor doesn't care about the brother-sister relationship at all, he is reluctant, what's the point in front of him?

Mo Qiuliang pulled himself together, patted his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Emperor, it's a rare opportunity, let me crown you again. If you want to meet His Royal Highness in a few days, you must not use it." Such a lazy image."

Mo Xuan nodded, but never denied it.

Mo Qiuliang took another hairpin and the usual pear wood comb from Lou Xun who had been silent at the side, and combed Mo Xuan's black hair.Mo Xuan's hair is soft and docile, but it's a pity that the owner neglects to take care of it, and it is often loose. Mo Qiuliang occasionally feels that he is a waste of everything.

Mo Qiuliang put down his comb, walked in front of him, and couldn't help admiring: Mo's hair was scattered beside his white clothes, giving him a little more fairy air, his bright red lips, no one dared to kiss her, his nose bridge was high, his eyebrows were picturesque, it's a pity Those red eyes are too lifeless.

"If the emperor's brother is a woman, I'm afraid it's not too much to be pursued by thousands of people, and I can afford the 'beautiful beauty'."

"Even if this king is a man, he can't help but be criticized by others, so what's the problem with a man's body and a woman's face?"

Mo Qiuliang couldn't help being annoyed, how could he have forgotten how much the emperor hated his skin, and how many innocent disasters he caused.When I was young, I was humiliated as being irrelevant to men and women, and was almost confirmed in public.Up to now, people in the world are pointing at him on the ground of his appearance.Even in the deep palace, she couldn't stop the rumors.

In order to get rid of this crime, Brother Huang began to practice martial arts and swords, and read through history books. He finally won the approval of others, but was beaten back to the starting point.

Is it possible that a beautiful person should be "an embroidered pillow with a bag of grass" to be worthy of others, and a person with an ugly face should be a heinous sin?

Mo Xuan's complexion was as usual. He looked like a noble concubine since he was a child. The noble concubine was favored, and she was also honored because of it, but she was never blessed by it.

He was already used to hearing the criticisms from the crowd.In fact, the only thing Rong Shu was right about was that he really wanted to be the emperor, because only in this way, no one would be disrespectful to him.

But even this became an extravagant hope, ruined in the early morning of that year: He took the shackles, heard the gongs and drums welcoming the new emperor, and then walked into the dark dungeon.

He didn't want to be an emperor, but he didn't even have a stable life.

Lin Shengli walked halfway, and looked at the cloth covered with medicinal materials in his hand, and there was a line of small characters written underneath: "Don't forget what you promised."

Lin Shengli closed his stinging eyes, how could he forget?

You have to repay the debt you owe yourself.

The author has something to say: His Royal Highness, who has no camera today, only has in his heart: Haha, let's talk?

☆、Lan Gu (pick up)

At nightfall, Lin Shengli walked around the palace with a whisk in his hand, checking all the preparations for the palace banquet for the last time, yelling loudly from time to time, and glaring at the young eunuch who had just entered the palace beside him.

"Come here for me."

The little eunuch who was still fiddling with the red lantern at the gate of the palace shivered and came over in a daze.

Lin Shengli grabbed his ear, opened his mouth and scolded: "Today is His Highness the Crown Prince's birthday, and you are hanging a red lantern, are you cursing him on purpose? You just came from the countryside, have you been in the palace for almost a year?" , I still don’t know the rules in the palace: don’t you deliberately invite disaster for him if you hang a red card on your birthday?”

Zhiguo has always been respected by white, with snow as its emblem, and only farmers in the countryside hang red lanterns.Red has always been taboo in the palace.The color of blood invites disaster.

After a little reprimand, the little eunuch's eyes turned red and tears overflowed. He knelt down with a "plop" and kowtowed continuously.It might make people think that: Lin Shengli scolded too much and had a violent personality.

The little eunuch wailed: "Boss, I have seniors and younger ones, and the whole family lives on the slave's monthly salary. It doesn't matter how you want to punish me, but I beg you to hold your hand high and not deduct the slave's share."

Lin Shengli couldn't help feeling a little sad, raised his forehead, took out a square handkerchief from his pocket in annoyance, wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately, and muttered: "It's cheap for you, boy, the silk handkerchief bestowed by the emperor , I didn’t have time to use it, but you ruined it. I’m unlucky, I replaced the lantern, and I won’t punish you, just pretend you didn’t see it.”

Lin Shengli stopped wiping his tears, looked at the handkerchief covered in snot and tears with disgust, and threw it to the little eunuch.

"Here, it's your reward. Crying and crying, embarrassing our eunuch."

The little eunuch happily took it, and tried his best to put on a bright smile on his face full of tears: "Yes! Please follow the father-in-law's instruction."

"Then let's go." Lin Shengli patted him on the shoulder casually, and continued to walk forward swaggeringly, occasionally doing things himself to sort out the inadequacies.

Lin Shengli was not particularly willing to go through the process so seriously.After all, it's not the Seventh Prince's birthday, why should he be so serious?

When they celebrated the seventh prince's birthday, Lin Shengli was not the manager, so it was not his turn to be in charge.Unexpectedly, when he became the general manager, he would never have this opportunity again.

Lin Shengli squeezed a small paper bag in the cloth bag, and gritted his teeth fiercely.What kind of virtue and ability does that kid have?Only then can the Seventh Prince pay so much attention to him and pay that much for him.

When Lin Shengli took the medicine a few days ago, he specifically asked the doctor: "What are these medicines for?"

But he got an unexpected answer that made him feel chills all over his body.But there is no way, even if he knows: this will lead to death.There is no way to stop it, so I can only cooperate and pretend not to know, and continue to do that thing for him, so that he can die.

Next to Huaqing Garden, the Prince's East Palace——

"Mo Ziqing, can you and Rong Mo make people feel less worried? It's fine to go to Huaqing Garden early in the morning to drink. It's winter, and you just put on a thin underwear, just to be with you. The two of them, Rong Mo, fell asleep with their pillows on the pillars! You don't want to die, do you?"

Lou Xun yelled in front of the East Palace regardless of etiquette, and kept pacing back and forth.Occasionally, he glared angrily at the two people beside him who were timid and afraid to make a sound.

"And you two! One is the eldest princess, and the other is the prince's counselor. I don't know where to stop them, but let those two people go: today's protagonist and the prince, in Huaqing Garden where guests come and go, let those two people go. I slept for five hours."

The banquet was about to begin, and the two of them didn't even change into their palace clothes.Shouldn't they be thankful that they're just pretending?

When Lou Xun was scolding, Mo Xuan happened to push open the door of the back room, still dressed in the same white clothes all the year round, and his negligent black hair was also neatly arranged.

Mo Xuan was holding Rong Mo, his peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, as if filled with the only starlight in the night, and he was dressed in white clothes better than snow, but his immature face was even more pleasing.

"Stop scolding Lou Xun, it's a bit noisy."

Lou Xun subconsciously stopped, Mo Qiuliang hurried forward, took Mo Xuan's other arm coquettishly, and leaned on his shoulder with a smile.

"If I was born as a man, and the emperor's brother is so beautiful, no matter who it is, I will definitely compete with him. It would be a pity to give up such a good emperor's brother to others."

"Should Gu feel sorry for you: You are not a man, and his heart is tied to Gu, and you have no chance."

Rong Mo smiled very slyly and casually, but on that face, he looked a bit cute.

"Since this king has placed his affection on you, it will not change. If you want to count it in detail, I am afraid it will be infinite."

Mo Xuan shook his head, half-jokingly began to compare, took his hand, and announced very loudly.

Mo Qiuliang was a little surprised that she was just joking. He never thought that two people who were so low-key would suddenly confess their love so loudly.

Mo Xuan and Rong Mo couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, only then did Mo Qiuliang realize that he was being tricked by them, but he couldn't help laughing with them.

Lou Xun and Wei Xian shook their heads, looked at them with smiles behind them, and followed them after a while.

This smile became the only warm color in this desolate deep palace, and it was the laughter that Mo Qiuliang missed the most, such an unscrupulous laughter in the not so long years to come.

In the next period of time, they even forgot how simple it is to laugh.

In the end, we still became the appearance we least liked, but we also made each other the most beautiful appearance in his eyes.So far, there should be no regrets.

"Seventh Prince, Eldest Princess, His Royal Highness is here!"

Rong Mo walked beside Mo Xuan, trying not to let the other party discover his disgust.Sure enough, he still hated this kind of banquet, and Yibin responded, moth snow willow, hair full of nobiles, rouge and powder, and a strong fragrance.The face is so polite, but the heart does not know but is thinking: how to squeeze something out of the other party, it is annoying and cute.

Rong Mo had already let go of Mo Xuan's hand in front of the hall. After thinking for a moment, he took him again. Anyway, he had already aroused suspicion, so it would be better to stand upright and prove the crime.What's so difficult about this?

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, there is always no way out.With you by my side, I can move forward safely.

"Mo'er, come here." Rong Shu waved to Rong Mo. He was dressed in snow-white long clothes, with golden crown and hair, and gilded jade cicadas. He really looked like a god descended from the earth.

It's just a pity that every time he smiled, the hypocritical smiles had piled up all over his face, which was annoying and completely obliterated his beauty.

Grandstanding.

Rong Mo snorted coldly, then raised a bright smile, ran all the way from the door, threw himself into Rong Shu's arms, and called out sincerely: "Royal Father."

Mo Qiuliang was amazed at how quickly his face changed, and followed the maid in awe, sitting on Rong Mo's upper table.

Lin Shengli helped Mo Xuan to his seat, carefully led him to sit down, and looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction.

There are no female relatives in the palace, and the prince has no wife.Therefore, most of the banquets in the palace were prepared by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or rather he was fully responsible.

Now, Eunuch Lin looked around the audience with satisfaction.Well, everything is perfect except for the guy sitting at the head.

Lin Shengli originally prepared a banquet for the seventh prince, but in the end it became a banquet to show off to other countries.I don't know how to feel.

The author has something to say: In fact, I always liked the little eunuch at the beginning. Congratulations to Lin Xiaoye for appearing. (no)

☆、Lan Gu (Pick up one)

"Thank you for coming here to celebrate my son's birthday. I hope you will feel at home here." Rong Shu waved his hand, and with a warm smile on his face, he pushed Rong Mo out almost like a philistine.

Rong Mo blinked uncomfortably, and the almost distorted face was recast in an instant, turning into a shy smile, just like the reaction of a young man with experience in the world when facing so many strangers.

It is enough to leave a good impression of being pure and good in an instant, as weak and deceitful, without any offensive power.

"He reacted quickly." Fu Yu couldn't help but sigh with emotion, not knowing whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

His voice was not loud, but it happened that Mo Qiuliang could hear these words.

Mo Qiuliang couldn't help laughing, and sighed secretly: It's really a quick reaction. Even if others know it's a fake smile at that moment, it won't be annoying, and it will make the visitors praise his alertness, which is enough to sigh "Blessings!" There will be successors to the country."

"Thank you Emperor Zhi for your hospitality. In the past few days, the prince has really felt warm here, the warmth of being at home. The people of Zhiguo are indeed too warm, but this prince is a bit overwhelmed, and even feels a little bit guilty. After all, I kidnapped their most beautiful princess."

Fu Yu's half-joking opening remarks instantly amused all the guests. He pretended to be puzzled and looked at the laughing crowd, then helplessly opened his hands and shrugged.

Fu Yu went on to say: "A few days ago, when the prince went to a restaurant next to the post station to have lunch, the shopkeeper heard that he was a guest from the Que country, so he waived the prince's fee, and introduced the characteristics of the country very enthusiastically. The food and the beautiful scenery, and said: "It's rare for people to come from afar, but we can't let people think that we are not polite." It's really amazing."

He told an interesting story vividly, but there was nothing flattering about it, only full sincerity that couldn't be concealed.

Fu Yu changed the topic again: "In order to thank Zhiguo for its hospitality and the well-deserved royal garden: Huaqing Garden, the prince deliberately spent three years on his life, and then he found a big gift, and gave it to His Royal Highness. I hope the National Assembly likes this gesture."

Fu Yu clapped his hands, and the guards of Que Kingdom, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, heard the order, and carried a wooden box into the hall.

The four Que guards put down the wooden box, one of them opened the wooden box, and then lifted a thin layer of gauze.After that, he stood aside with his hands tied.

At the moment when it was opened, Mo Qiuliang couldn't help being startled, and described what he saw and heard, and told Mo Xuan: "Brother Huang..."

The guests around were startled first, and then began to whisper: "Is this Qizhi?"

Those who didn't understand hurriedly asked: "What is Qizhi? Is it something important? Isn't it just an ordinary sword?"

The man quickly covered his mouth, glanced at the people around him, and saw that no one heard those words, he patted his chest and said happily: "This Qizhi is the treasure of Zhiguo, and it disappeared three years ago. It is said that It was stolen by the Grand Tutor of the Seventh Prince, but who knows, today, it was found by the people of Que Kingdom. If you say how valuable it is, it is a country comparable to Zhi Kingdom."

Hearing Bi Mo Qiuliang's words, Mo Xuan couldn't help squinting his eyes, and his face was expressionless for a moment.His gift was indeed a great gift, but it was not a good gift to him.

A soft cushion was placed in the wooden box, and on the cushion lay a black and gilded scabbard.

Rong Mo could see very clearly that two characters were engraved on the scabbard in very obscure seal script: "Qizhi", the handed down sword of Zhiguo, when it was lost three years ago, it caused an uproar in Zhiguo.

Today, a blockbuster show specially arranged by him and Fu Yu was finally staged.It was a good gift for him, since he was willing to exchange this sword for his life, then he might as well give it back.

Rong Shu took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, and leaped forward almost like a beast, with unconcealable enthusiasm appearing on that face.

Rong Shu quickly walked to the center of the hall, leaning over to pick up Qi Zhi from the mat, with undisguised obsession and joy in his eyes.

"Hey, Emperor Zhi, if the prince remembers correctly, this is a birthday gift from Que Kingdom to His Royal Highness. Based on what the prince knows about the customs of Zhi Country, shouldn't it be His Royal Highness who is qualified to unseal the seal?"

Fu Yu's voice sounded untimely, with a bit of coldness, deliberately emphasizing the word "qualification".

"Naturally," Rong Shu got up, as if awakened in an instant, his eyes regained clarity, turned his head, and smiled at Rong Mo: "Mo'er, come up. After all, it's a birthday gift for you."

Rong Mo didn't come forward obediently, but stopped in place, looked at the interested Mo Xuan with a complicated expression, sighed in disappointment, stepped forward again, picked up the sword, held the hilt, Pretentiously pull out.Sure enough, it didn't work.

Fu Yu recited the lines as if he was endorsing the script that had been discussed long ago: "Each sword has its own temperament. Once you recognize the master, you will remain loyal to one person until death. Even if you change masters, you must be appointed by the master. People. I just don’t know who passed on this sword to the late Emperor Zhiguo before his death.”

Rong Shu's face turned pale in an instant, of course he knew who the Allah was.The former emperor never passed on "Zhi Zhi" to him at all, and from the beginning to the end, Qi Zhi belonged to him.Even so, admitting it is embarrassing.

Rong Shu gritted his teeth, and continued to stare at Qi Zhi with fascinated eyes.

In fact, it is not like the rumors outside, Qizhi does not belong to anyone in Zhiguo.In other words, Yedan forged this sword in the first place just for the benefit of the great ancestor of the country.

After Rong Qi, the ancestor of Zhiguo, passed away suddenly, Xizhi should have been buried in the coffin with him.However, because of the greed of the descendants of Zhiguo, he was forced to stay in Qizhi,

Therefore, Zhi Zhi is a thing without an owner, and there is no possibility for anyone present to pull out Qi Zhi.

Back then, Mo Xuan's saber was indeed Qizhi, but he never drew it.It was widely rumored that the Seventh Prince danced with swords, but the sword he used was nothing more than an ordinary iron sword.

In the final analysis, it's just deceiving people to know the deep meaning of stopping.

Habitat, Habitat, Habitat in another land, stop at oneself.

Only those who stop at their own greed can own him. Which one of them has this qualification?

Although he was unwilling, Rong Shu really didn't want to let Zhiguo's treasure go to another country.

If no one can call out Xizhi today, then he will take it by force, bet his own wealth and life, and bring Xizhi back to Zhiguo.

After all, Qizhi is a symbol of imperial power, and it is also the spiritual pillar of the people of Zhiguo.What's more, the source of the residence is the royal discord, how can other countries discover it and shake the imperial power of Zhiguo?

Three years ago, after Qizhi was lost, there were several feudal lords who rebelled.If Qizhi is not found and people's hearts are unstable, it will be difficult to continue the history of Zhiguo.This is what it means to stay still.

It is absolutely impossible for him to cut off the mountains and rivers laid down by the great ancestors of the past dynasties.

Rong Shu raised his hand, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant, and called out: "Seventh Emperor Brother, come up now, this 'Qi Zhi' probably only recognizes you."

The author has something to say: I am very happy to have finally written the most foreshadowing of the book.

☆、Lan Gu (Twelve)

Lin Shengli still supported Mo Xuan to get up, and led him to the wooden box.

Mo Xuan squatted down gropingly, picked up Qi Zhi's scabbard unsteadily, held it in his hand, smiled helplessly, put his hand on the scabbard, and stroked it gently, as if greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Why didn't Mo Xuan try to wake up Qi Zhi, but it was really impossible.

When the Taifu taught him, he never taught him how to face this situation, but told him: "Don't be too obsessed with this, he is a thing without an owner. Why do you have to be unrealistic and don't want to The throne, forcing myself to get his inheritance. What's wrong with being unrestrained and free?"

He didn't understand back then, and now he can only be called "a vague understanding".However, that obsession has long since disappeared with the light that no longer has.If it doesn't work, so what?

Mo Xuan shook his head, wiped away all his thoughts, concentrated his half-life cultivation base on his left hand, and lightly grasped the hilt of the sword, exerting force outward.Unexpectedly, the blade slipped out of the scabbard so easily.He even slipped to the ground due to excessive force.

The sharp sword light rubbed against the wrist, and a small scratch appeared immediately. Bright red blood beads continuously seeped out of the wound, and quickly penetrated the snow-white sleeves, dyeing it a flirtatious red.

But that person didn't know it, he just stood there in a daze, with his head lowered, staring at his fingers.

"Ziqing|Emperor Brother!" Rong Mo was standing not far away complacently, watching him grasp the hilt and draw his sword smoothly, but caught a glimpse of his blood-red sleeve in an instant.Drops of blood flowed down the white arm and fell to the ground, drop by drop, and soon spread into a pile of black and purple patterns on the silk floor.

Rong Mo couldn't help calling out "Ziqing", he usually only dared to call him "Seven Princes", and he would only say "Ziqing" over and over again in his heart.In this way, it is warm enough.

Rong Mo ran forward quickly, held his hand, checked the injury, then quickly lowered his face, and shouted at Lin Shengli, who was beside him, who was anxious but did not dare to express himself: "Hurry up and send the doctor!"

"Yes, hurry up." Lin Shengli patted the head of the little eunuch beside him and ordered.

The little eunuch who had just been reprimanded by Lin Shengli responded, "Yes!" and ran out.

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand to stop him, and looked at the three people in a hurry, amused, and said, "No need, I'm fine."

Mo Qiuliang looked at him and smiled, the bone-piercing pain back then was bearable, let alone such a small scratch?

In the end, you still care too much, and you will be overly flustered.

Rong Mo consciously lost his composure, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but he had no choice but to close his mouth, cover his face, and continue to play his "shy boy".

Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his sword, and walked towards Rong Shu step by step. The tip of the sword slashed across the floor, piercing the thick carpet, ignoring everything beside him and whispering: "You said, he is Are you really going to kill the emperor?"

"Impossible. Zhiguo has always paid attention to reputation. How could they openly assassinate the emperor at the banquet?"

"How about we bet?"

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There was a lot of discussion around, but no one stepped forward