Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Everything was so natural, which made Mo Jinghong feel unreal.

He lowered the curtain of the carriage, for there was no point in looking any further.

"I just mean one thing. Who knows what's going on behind the scenes with such an obvious excuse of spiritual belief?"

Chen Xian'an said: "It is inconvenient for the military to enter the black mist, which is why we came here this time. Is there any way for Mr. Zhang to let Brother Jinghong and I get mixed into the black mist?"

Zhang Luo thought for a while, this kind of mixing into the black mist is definitely not just a simple teaching.

It is not easy even for him to get in touch with the middle layer of the black mist.

At present, they don't know who the supreme controller of the black mist is. They only know that there are four people, known as the four guardians of the Goddess of the Night.

The sub-scale represents the four emotions, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Now, what Liujiang prefecture has come into contact with is the territory controlled by Xi.

"Prince, I don't know the specific situation of the black mist yet, but from what has happened, we can find that this organization seems to be very confusing. Some of the personnel we sent out before are now missing. Even after returning The mental state of people is also in chaos."

"Break in rashly, the consequences are hard to estimate."

Zhang Luo obviously didn't dare to let Chen Xian'an enter the black mist himself. If something happened to him, he would be a sinner.

With His Majesty's love for the prince, the head of Xiang's head may not be guaranteed.

The carriage passed a low-lying place and jumped up.

Chen Xian'an waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I'm not as useless as you think. Besides, I still have his protection by my side, so don't worry."

"That's right, brother Jinghong."

Chen Xian'an hugged Mo Jinghong with one hand, smiling.

Zhang Luo glanced at Mo Jinghong calmly, repeatedly confirming whether this person is Prince Chen's lover.

Mo Jinghong ignored Chen Xian'an, and was still looking at the street outside. At this time, the disciples of the black mist had slowly left this section and continued to move forward.

The sun shone on the long black river, and no light could be reflected.

Looking at this long dark river, there will be a psychedelic feeling.

Time seems to be swallowed up in this long river.

"We have to go into the black mist."

Mo Jinghong said these words by accident.

The carriage fell silent, Zhang Luo was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I will help to tie the strings, but Prince, your own safety is the most important thing!"

"Okay, why are you more verbose than my mother?"

The carriage finally stopped at the gate of the state capital. As the highest administrative organ of the border town, the office building here is very simple.

Originally, Chen Xian'an thought that even if the officials here were not corrupt, at least the mansion would still be quite high-end.

However, seeing Zhang Luo's mansion, Chen Xianan thought of Guo Huai.

If you think about it carefully, these two people are actually the same kind of people.

"The mansion is relatively shabby, so I can only wrong the prince."

Zhang Luo shook his official uniform, a cloud of dust fell from it, and as the sun shone, it cast a mist-like pattern on the ground.

Chen Xian'an smiled: "If you build a huge mansion for me to live in, I will not get used to it. My house in the capital is actually not much better than yours."

Mo Jinghong turned to look at him, and sneered: "How dare you say that?"

"..."

Chen Xian'an felt that Mo Jinghong had changed, he was no longer that quiet and indifferent young man, he often mocked him recently, and he didn't know who he learned from.

In the mansion, the hall.

Sitting on the cold bench, Chen Xian'an asked, "Master Zhang, please tell us about the border issue."

"The situation at the border is very complicated, because it is at the junction of the two countries, where Anxian people and Dayan people live, and the forces on both sides also overlap to a certain extent."

"The agreement we reached with Dayan is to carry out relevant activities through an intermediary recognized by both parties."

Zhang Luo said: "This intermediary is currently Black Mist. Hei Mist has just replaced the previous generation's intermediary and has become the middle point of exchanges between the two countries."

"Who was the intermediary of the previous generation?"

"Mali, an organization that specializes in breeding and selling blood-sweat horses. This organization was founded by people from the Daqing Dynasty. Prince, you should also know about it."

Chen Xianan nodded.

"Because of some recent incidents on the mainland, Mali withdrew to Daqing, so the second most powerful black mist rose rapidly and became an intermediary."

"That is to say, there is actually a Kuroshio situation on the opposite side of the Great Flame?"

Chen Xian'an said.

"That's right." Zhang Luo closed the door, and the wind blowing in from the courtyard made it a bit cold.

"The stability of the border depends to a large extent on the stability of the people here. If the Legion intervenes in the border this time, if it is not for the appeasement of the black mist, the people's emotions will actually be a big trouble."

"Prince, you may not be very clear about the management of the border. In our place, there are thousands of forces alone, and battles and casualties are breaking out every day. If it weren't for the appearance of the black fog, you would definitely be able to see some unexpected things today. Something you expected."

"Similar to fish eating their own kind?"

Mo Jinghong said lightly.

"Yep."

Zhang Luo nodded, seeing Mo Jinghong's face clearly from a close distance, even though he was not close to women, he still felt a little hot inside.

I dare not read more.

"What kind of fish eats its own kind? Are you playing charades?"

Chen Xian'an asked inexplicably, and looked at Mo Jinghong, who took a sip of tea and pretended not to see him.

But Chen Xian'an kept staring at him, not shy at all.

"···"

Mo Jinghong's face was full of black lines, "On the rivers and lakes, where fish and dragons are mixed, killing each other is called fish eating together. If there is an intermediate regulating force in this situation, it is called Pingshui Shi, obviously, this black mist has now become this Pingshui stone."

"What could go wrong then?"

Chen Xian'an discovered the problem. If in a chaotic place, there is an organization that quells the chaos, then this organization becomes the chaos itself.

"You... actually guessed it."

A slight smile appeared on Mo Jinghong's face, and he finally felt something interesting.

Being able to establish a belief system and become an intermediary in a place where fish and dragons are mixed, this black mist is definitely not that simple.

He suddenly remembered what the Lord of the Qingyun Empire had explained before. It seemed that in the entire Demon Realm, things were fermented to varying degrees.

Although it is not possible to directly determine whether it is related to the Southern Border Gu Master, at least one thing can be confirmed.

The operation in southern Xinjiang has already started.
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