Your Highness, please detour when you see this seat

Bishui Palace Conference Hall

There was no one in the hall except Mo Si Jiyun and Situ Ping. The moment Si Jiyun left and returned, Situ Ping dismissed everyone.

In the hall, Mo Wangsi and Ji Yun sat on both sides of the upper head, and Situ Ping sat on Mo Wang's lower head. The expressions on the faces of the three of them were a little heavy.

"Suddenly a number of strong men in the western region disappeared. The Green Water Palace is the number one force in the western region. Brother Mo must have known about it. In fact, when the No. Not to mention the news, more and more people are missing.”

Mo Wang lowered his head, suppressed the sarcasm in his eyes, took a sip of tea and remained silent.

"The one who guards the western region is the loyal and brave king Yu Wenshu. We all know that the generals headed by him support the third prince Si Jichong. As the prince, you are his biggest obstacle. If you come to the court, aren't you afraid of Yu Wenster's secret manipulation? "Situ Ping glanced at Mo Wang and said.

"It's strange that all the officials in the court unanimously recommended me to take over and the emperor agreed."

Mo Wang didn't raise his head and put down his teacup, he said with a sneer, "Emperor Zhaodi Beique is a man of great talent, since he ascended the throne, the world has been peaceful, no one can guess his thoughts."

Si Jiyun glanced at him in surprise, he faintly felt the murderous intent in Mo Huang's tone, shook his head to shake off the unreasonable feeling and said in a deep voice: "The generals, headed by Zhongyong Wang Yuwenster, have always supported the third younger brother, I can expect them to recommend, but the civil servants headed by my uncle also agreed to this matter, and my father would agree, so I can't help but think about it."

He paused and imitated Mo Wang, sipped a sip of tea and continued: "The loyal and brave king Yu Wenjie has been guarding the western border by himself. In the past five years, he has been dispatched by the court many times. The imperial court's control over the western border is fading day by day. Father The emperor has been on guard. The three important ministers sent by the imperial court have not heard from the missing young man in the western region. The emperor will not understand that there is a reason for this. Even if he favors the third younger brother, he should not let me take this risk. , after all, I am still the prince of Beique now."

Situ Ping said: "Prince Yi..."

"Ji Yun! Brother Situ, now we are honest with each other. How old is Ji Yun? Please call your brother. If you like to call me Brother Si, call Ji Yun if you feel uncomfortable!" Si Ji Yun's eyes were locked tightly and Mo Wang wanted to hear his answer.

"Boom..."

The teacup in Mo Wang's hand suddenly flipped over, and the tea was left along the table, he helped the teacup to wipe off the water stains seemingly unharmed, lowered his eyebrows and said in a daze for a long while: "I am a reckless man who dares to climb up. "

Seeing the strange atmosphere between the two, Situ Ping was afraid that Si Jiyun would see something, and continued: "The incompatibility of civil and military forces is a check and balance, and it is an iron law. The disappearance of the young man actually caused Wen and Wu to persecute the current prince at the same time. This hides the power under the surface. Even Emperor Zhao may have to be cautious."

He looked at Si Jiyun sympathetically and said: "In this way, Emperor Zhao should use you as a bait to see who is still thinking about his country behind him. Judging from the power of Wu'er's loss of three successes, there should be martial arts intervention in the Jiulong Mountains. His Royal Highness, if you hadn't held the palace order this time, I'm afraid there would be no chance to come down from the mountain safely."

"Indeed, if there is no help from my brother, Ji Yun will definitely die this time!" Hearing the sympathy in Situ Ping's words, Si Ji Yun only responded with a wry smile.

Mo Wang put down the teacup and said, "What did you find in the mountains?"

"A large number of weapons, unformed silver ingots and traces of the army's garrison! Yu Wenster's private mining and private casting of military weapons and private manufacturing of officials and silver has become clear. It takes a lot of labor to mine and cast military organs and silver. Steroids are secretly requisitioned. Can you find anything else?"

"It's just an unformed weapon embryo."

"There is also the mysterious man in white, with such unfathomable martial arts. The martial arts forces intervene in the court disputes and break the martial arts court's self-contained covenant, which will definitely intensify the conflict between the court and the martial arts. If there is chaos, Beique may be in danger. As the prince, Ji Yun must go back even if he dies this time."

"This seat protects you to return to Beijing!"

"Wang'er..." Situ Ping couldn't sit still when those words came out, he knew Mo Wang's past better than anyone else, and he definitely couldn't go to the capital.

Mo Wang interrupted him calmly and said: "There is no need to say more, the martial arts people intervene in the court and ignore the covenant handed down from ancient times, I cannot let it go."

"But..." Situ Ping anxiously stood up and opened and closed his mouth, but there were many things he couldn't say in Si Ji Yun's presence.

Seeing that his face changed, Si Jiyun guessed that Mo Wang must have indissoluble grievances with Jingdu and persuaded with a smile: "I understand Brother Huang's intentions, but the matter has not been investigated clearly, and it may be too early for Bishui Palace to intervene at this time. "

"The intention of this seat has been decided, and we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Si Jiyun stared at him in a daze as he brushed off his clothes, looked at Situ Ping, and smiled apologetically at his condemning gaze: "I'm sorry."

It's night, on the lookout

Mo Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his ink hair scattered and blown up by the wind, letting the surrounding thick fog surround him, his figure looming in the fog.

"Delusion..."

The dense fog around the watchtower suddenly faded away like a tide, and in less than a breath, there was no more fog within ten feet of the square garden.

Mo Wang didn't look at Situ Ping who was coming, but looked up at the sky, not knowing what to think.

Situ Ping approached slowly: "Wang'er, seeing him makes you upset, Master and I both hope you can forget."

"Forgot? Brother, it's been 18 years, and the man sitting on the throne hasn't changed at all. He can abandon his own son and prince of a country for the sake of imperial power." The gloomy and strong hatred appeared in Mo Zhuang's eyes, like a scorpion. A ferocious beast trying to break free from its prison.

"But you have also seen that since Si Kou took the throne, Beique has been governed very well by him, and the national power has become stronger and stronger, and there is a faint tendency to surpass the Xitang Empire and become the head of the four countries."

Can he deny it?

cannot!Because what Situ Ping said was the truth!

Since ancient times, Wen has ruled the country and Wu'an/state, but 18 years ago, the Beique Empire emphasized culture over military affairs, and the border wars even took place in Kyoto, but it was extravagant. Qiang is not even comparable.

Since Si Kou ascended the throne, both civil and military affairs have been governed, using only talents, and recasting border defenses. In just 18 years, the national strength of the Beique Empire has greatly increased and has surpassed the trend of the Xitang Empire.

"Senior brother is right, Wang'er can't deny it..." The hatred in Mo Hua's eyes faded to helplessness and unwillingness, and his expression became dazed...

The iron hoof stepped on the ground, and the whole world seemed to be shaking, the cold eyes, the dazzling cold light, the scattered figures, the chaotic footsteps, the screams, and...

He gently caressed his cheek, the hot blood burned his skin, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry, but when an arrow shot in his chest, the splash of blood and the pain of the sharp blade piercing through his chest made the surroundings quiet down...

When he opened his eyes again, he was already Mo Wang, the current master of martial arts, the Lord of Bishui Palace, Mo Wang!

Don't be fooled?Don't forget?Master... The hatred of the country and the family, I can't forget it, I can't forget it!Don't dare to forget!

Situ Ping's handsome face showed distressed look, he was nearly ten years older than Mo Wang, he took care of everything about Mo Wang, in his heart Mo Wang was his younger brother.

He stepped forward lightly, and pressed his right hand on his back to calm down the chaotic internal force in his body. The Bishui magic skill is the most forbidden to be anxious. He was injured again three days ago, and the internal injury has shown signs of recurrence in a short period of time. .

"Wang'er, what's the matter with your injury, it hasn't recovered in three days?"

"Senior brother, you must go to the capital." Mo Wang obviously didn't want to talk about this matter, he broke away from Situ Ping's right hand and turned to look at him and said in a deep voice: "The Nine Dragons Mountain Range is far more than what Si Jiyun saw. What's this?"

As he spoke, he took out a small black lump from his bosom and handed it to Situ Ping: "This is the weapon embryo of the Xitang Empire. The Jiulong Mountains are not only involved in martial arts but also Xitang."

"Xidong Empire? You mean that Yu Wenster not only broke the covenant without authorization, but also colluded with the Xitang Empire?"

Mo Huang shook his head: "The western region is Yuwenster's greatest reliance. Once the Xitang Empire invades the Jiulong Mountains, the defense line of the Jiulong Mountains collapses and the western region opens its doors. At that time, the entire western region will fall into the hands of the Xitang Empire. What Yuwenster wants is that the throne will not be so Stupid. Also..."

He paused and continued: "Since the founding of Beique, the royal family has attached great importance to the Nine Dragons Mountain Range. Ordinary martial arts masters can't guarantee to go up the mountain safely. Yu Wenjie has guarded the western border for only 18 years. He doesn't know much about the Nine Dragons Mountain Range and there are bandits. Hijacking him is not yet capable of sending troops to move in."

"Don't you know much about the Nine Dragons Mountain Range?" Situ Ping walked up to him and replied subconsciously: "You mean someone is secretly helping Yuwen Zhi, and this person knows the Nine Dragons Mountain Range very well, but the one who knows the Nine Dragons Mountain Range the most is... ...."

Situ Ping suddenly turned around and said in amazement: "You mean them?"

Mo Wang's eyes darkened slightly and he lowered his brows and said in a low voice, "I hope I've thought more about it."

"So even if it's not for Si Jiyun, you're planning to go to the capital alone?" Hearing this, if Situ Ping didn't know his plan, it would be in vain to take care of him for so many years.

"Si Jiyun...I thought I could watch him die, but when he was honest, I found that I couldn't bear it, brother, the trip to Kyoto..." Mo Wang's voice Dim down to silence.

Master, this false peace has been maintained for 18 years, and Si Xiaobai has also been Mo Fan for 18 years. I am tired and tired of this status. It is God's will that I meet Si Jiyun now.

Don't be fooled?Si Xiaobai?In the end, let God decide!

Situ Ping sighed lightly: "Wang'er, this trip in Kyoto is unpredictable, but..."

He patted Mo Wang on the shoulder and said: "When Beique is in chaos, Xitang will take advantage of the chaos to rise up. Dongduo and Nanqiang will not stand idly by. Brother, I hope you will think about the people."

After speaking, he sighed again and turned to leave.

Mo Wang was startled and looked at the surging clouds in the sky and muttered to himself: "If it wasn't for the common people, Si Xiaobai would have been Mo Huang for 18 years."

At the same time, outside the north gate of Miyagi, Kyoto

In late autumn, when it was Haishi, it was already cold and even though Kyoto was bustling, almost no one was staying outside at this time, and a figure suddenly appeared on the empty street.

"Hehehehe..."

A black shadow that was as fast as lightning appeared not far from the figure accompanied by a sinister laugh. He was covered in pitch black and wore a ghost mask on his face, leaving only two holes in his eyes that gave off a creepy light to see at night. It came like a will-o'-the-wisp.

"Yan Rong, Commander of the Forbidden Army!"

"Who are you?" Yan Rong was stiff all over, he tightly frowned with the knife in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Today, halfway through his temporary shift change, a call for the police suddenly appeared in his heart, so he kept paying attention to his surroundings.This person can keep him from discovering that his martial arts are definitely not inferior to him for so long.

"The one who killed you!"

"Absurd... absurd..." Yan Rong looked at his chest in disbelief, a black palm was printed on his chest, and the clothes around his chest were corroded, giving off a pungent rancid smell: "Wulin people...why? ?”

"puff!"

"Boom!"

Yan Rong crashed to the ground, stinky blood mixed with shattered viscera sprayed out of his mouth, and his heart was shattered with just one slap, and he couldn't understand why the martial arts people killed him, the imperial army, until his death command.

"Hey...the first one...there are two more...finally started..."

After speaking, there was another sneer, and there was no one left on the street, only a pool of blood that had turned black, and ghostly words with unknown intentions came from the ghostly shadows.

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