Reversed

The situation is complicated.

Jianning King Li Tan, the grandson of the current emperor, is also the unfavored son of Prince Li Heng.

This man was ambitious, with top-notch appearance and ability, but he was resentful because his eldest sister who was close to Tubo died in the war and was not taken seriously by Datang, and since then he embarked on the road of finding unhappiness for Datang.

But it was such a person who hated Datang. During the Anshi Rebellion, Kangzhi led the Jianning Tiewei to Taiyuan to support him, and successfully resolved the crisis in Taiyuan.

This person is hard to distinguish between right and wrong, right and wrong, but compared to Xuanzong who executed Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing for listening to the slander, and Prince Li Heng who promised to withdraw the right to plunder in order to win, Li Tan's actions are more impressive. pleasing to the eye.

What's more... Maomao glanced at Li Fu who was talking to Uncle Wang and Uncle Xie with a smile on his face.

As a conspirator who has called Li Tan brother and brother for many years, Li Fu is definitely not weak, and his brother made a mistake, he is also obliged to help him return to the right path, just like he followed Li Tan during the Anshi Rebellion and kept cleaning up the mess.

He wasn't worried that Li Fu wouldn't be able to deal with it. Even Li Fu, a brother-in-law who was so difficult to deal with, was able to deal with Li Fu, so Li Tan was nothing to worry about.

Since he believed that Li Fu could take care of Li Tan, he would not bother with his personal affairs. Now that the matter was over, and the parting was imminent, Mao Mao raised his eyes to look at Mu Yu, and met the black eyes that were staring at him intently.

How much love is deep, and it goes deeper and deeper.

He was a little dazed, the past flashed, and his tastes were ever-changing.

Xiao Yu, why did you appear here, and why did you recover your memory?

Back then, facing Mo Yu's amnesia, he was sad at first, but then he was relieved.

Sanyang's missing pulse attacks became more frequent day by day, and he would die at any time. At this critical juncture, Mo Yu's amnesia could be regarded as a different kind of relief.

Knowing the news of his death would not make the other party sad, he was a little melancholy, but more relieved.

However, whenever he thinks of the strange eyebrows and eyes of the other party looking at him, his heart feels aching.

Many times he couldn't tell whether it was the angina pectoris caused by the loss of the three yang pulses or the heartache because of sadness, but he gradually got used to this kind of pain.

The pain means that he is still alive, and Xiaoyu can see him one more time if he is alive.

In order to prevent the news of his death from causing a terrible chain reaction, before he died, he entrusted Uncle Xie to keep the funeral a secret. What he didn't dare to tell Uncle Xie was that he secretly entrusted Brother Ying to ask him to be buried on the night of his burial. Burn his body.

In the last year when he returned to Luoyan City to recuperate, he gradually erased all traces of his existence. In the end, only his own body was left. He burned the body and let him, Mu Xuanying, completely disappear from the world. What? Not staying, this is the ending he set.

He hoped that when his Xiao Yu occasionally thought of Mu Xuanying, he was just a mysterious Mu Shaoxia from the God of Allied Power, and that Mao Mao, a nickname that no one knew, would disappear along with his amnesia. There is no trace.

Just like Ziyuan Mountain back then, it's not that he didn't know the consequences of jumping off the cliff alone, but he didn't dare to let Xiao Yu see his dead body.

Whether it will be eaten by wild beasts or treated as garbage by the wandering red-clothed sect, as long as there is no dead body, people will not despair.

In life one wants to see a person, in death one wants to see a corpse, and one cannot find anything, one always has a little hope.

Then, he hoped that his Xiao Yu would live a long, long life in order to find him with that faint hope.

"Maomao?"

A hand that was colder than ordinary people reached out, adding a chill to his forehead.

"What are you thinking?" Mu Yu approached worriedly, and their breaths blended together, "with a silly face."

He leaned against him, and was called a silly maomao since he was a child, but he never got rid of the silly word anyway.

Then he met those black eyes with a smile and softness, and all the demons in them that were once dark and uncertain disappeared.

He was a little hesitant, he had to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Light rain."

"Ok?"

"Snow Congealing Art...can you use it less..."

The atmosphere froze again, and all the tenderness in Mu Yu's heart dissipated, she laughed in a low voice with no expression on her face, and when she spoke again, there was some sarcasm in a strange way.

"Why, I'm afraid that your Uncle Xie will get angry when he sees it?"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He hesitated because he knew that Xiao Yu would be angry, but he couldn't say the real reason.

I can't tell him that when the Sanyang Juemai attack occurs, not only does the heart colic, but also the meridian is blocked by the cold air from time to time, as if the whole body is condensed and frozen.

He had been using the masculine and peaceful internal force of Yi Jin Jing to protect him so that he didn't suffer so much. Now that Xiao Yu used Qi Ning Xue Gong habitually, he was worried that this cold internal energy would trigger the disease of three yangs and veins in advance.

If it was possible, he hoped that Xiao Yu would not use Snow Condensation Art, but he also understood that Xiao Yu had so few things that each one was so precious, how could he cruelly deprive Xiao Yu of what he had.

Seeing that Xiao Yu was really angry, he hurried up to coax her.

Fortunately, Uncle Xie and Xiao Yu are not facing each other now. Thinking back to the reunion at Ziyuan Mountain back then, sparks flew everywhere, causing him to be in a dilemma.

Unable to do so, he had no choice but to leave with Uncle Xie temporarily to calm down the vicious fight that would start at any moment.

As long as they are separated, he has the confidence to coax them well separately, and if they don't separate, except for Wang Guzhu, he really has no ability to protect his two closest relatives from getting hurt.

"Xiao Yu, I was wrong. I was just worried that the Haoqi League would have objections to you." It's scary to think about the successor of the leader who can use the Ningxue Kung Fu, the boss of the opponent's family.

Mao Mao wiped her face, pitifully and terribly clinging to Mu Yu coquettishly, "I just want you to be well, Xiao Yu, are you angry with me?"

Seeing her child's ponytail drooping in frustration, Mu Yu sighed helplessly. Mao Mao was right to be worried about him, but he just couldn't control his wild thoughts.

Extremist and dark thoughts have accompanied him for many years. Even when facing Mao Mao, the differences in camps and repeated inner demons made him get into the horns from time to time.

He was too worried about losing Mao Mao, worried too much, and he was full of demons, and instead lost his mind.

"No, I'm not mad at you."

"Really, can I come and see you during Chinese New Year?"

"Of course I can. I'll tidy up your room in Luoyan City and wait for you." When I get back, I'll clean up the group of Haoqimeng, and make sure Mao Mao has a good year in Luoyan City before the new year.

"..." Maomao wiped off his sweat, and went to Luoyan City with his current status of opposing red name, why did he feel terrible, "No, let's go to Xiaochuan."

Xiaochuan in Nanping is the burial place of Renjian Mu Tianlei.

He scratched his head and smiled slightly, "It happened to be a visit to the grave, but I was worried that he would lose his temper, Xiao Yu, you can go with me."

Regardless of whether it was Mo Xuanying or Mu Xuanying, he was always his father's child, even though he had long been blurred in his memory.

It is said that he went to the Valley of the Wicked, Dad, he really won't be angry?

"I won't be angry." Mu Yu looked at him and said firmly.

"Then Xiaoyu, you will accompany me."

"Ah."

"Prepare the best wine."

"it is good."

"I will also bring special products from Kunlun."

"Ah."

26

No matter how reluctant he was, there was only one way to leave the Nanzhao Imperial Palace. Xie Yuan took two steps and stopped at one step, and when he turned around, he could see the two sticky brothers talking happily.

Guzhu Wang is very interested in things that can torment Xie Yuan, so he adds fuel to the flames from time to time, and then Xie Yuan, who has nowhere to vent, is used to pinching with Guzhu Wang again, and then he is ridiculed by Guzhu Wang's poisonous mouth.

Fortunately, Xie Yuan has rough skin and thick flesh, and his ability to resist blows is first-class. Although his heart is broken because of his nephew, at least he is still full of vigor and vitality.

After finally getting to the exit, Xie Yuan's eyes lit up, and he rushed out with almost one step, and then...then stopped strangely.

Guzhu Wang maintained his indifferent and detached fairy posture, and poked with the jade flute very calmly, poking Xie Xie, who was blocked by the five big and three men, so that he covered his waist and stepped forward.

Leader Xie is so angry, I don't know if a man's waist is very important, poke, poke, poke!

Valley Master Wang's dark eyes were as motionless as a mountain, and a line of words was written brightly: Good dogs don't block the way.

Leader Xie returned with tearful eyes: Bah, who the hell is a dog!

Just such a short eye contact, Mao Mao and Mu Yu also came out, and then a charming and charming address made people shake off their goose bumps.

"Little Xuanying, do you miss me~"

After hearing the reputation, Maomao looked at the beautiful figure in the pink dress, and smiled big.

"Sister Mi Li, Brother Yan."

A man and a woman are both wearing pink long skirts, but they show different styles. Unlike Miligul's pink and tender, Yan's long skirt is more blushing.

One is charming and tactful, and the other is enchanting and moving.

Yan nodded dispensably, but Miligul covered her mouth and giggled, narrowing her watery eyes slightly, looking at the young man who seemed close to Xuanying with some scrutiny.

Her appearance was impeccably handsome, but she was too young, and the most striking thing was her pair of deep black eyes that couldn't be seen in depth.

Is this boy the complete opposite of Xuanying's character?Standing together, the two are the two sides of light and darkness. The contrast is sharp, contradictory and compatible, and they seem to be a good match.

As a former saintess who was used to living as a pimp, she could see the boy's undisguised affection for Xuanying at a glance, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Leaving aside the obvious majestic robe on the young man, if he wanted to abduct them Xuanying, did he ask them if they agreed?

Miligul instantly confirmed the hostile mode, and Mu Yu's impression of her was extremely bad—who allowed her to use such a