[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

Mo Jingzhi put a small bite of pastry on the gold-rimmed jade plate, turned his head slightly and curled his lips slightly.Mo Jingzhi now regrets letting Fuyu leave, these days in Yanjing, Mo Jingzhi has never had a decent meal, even though he is eating pastries from the palace.

Sitting in front of the desk, the young emperor pursed his lips and smiled, and waved his hands to ask the servants around him to remove the dazzling array of pastries that were placed beside Jing Liehou.

"Not to Uncle Shi's liking?" There was a ray of smile on Mo Yi's handsome face.Mo Jing's mouth is tricky, and the young ruler in Yanjing has already heard about it.

Mo Jingzhi turned his head, stood up and saluted, and said apologetically, "I made the king laugh."

Mo Yi waved his hands deeply: "I don't have a person who is as considerate as Uncle Shi here, and he takes care of food and clothing properly."

"The lord of the country has ruined his humble minister." Mo Jingzhi saluted again. He has been in this palace for almost an hour. Apart from saying a few polite words with Mo Yishen, he ate a mouthful of cakes that didn't suit his taste, and then He has been sitting in silence until now.He was still wearing the wide robe and belt that came out of Licheng, and he only tied up his loose hair with a jade hairpin, looking more energetic.Mo Jingzhi was panicking, it was rare for a Hou Ye who was used to being lazy in Licheng to sit in front of the king so upright.

Mo Yishen still smiled, he stood up, walked to Mo Jingzhi and sat down, picked up the teapot and made Mo Jingzhi a cup of tea. "There are no outsiders here, Uncle Shi is just as usual in Tingfengzhai." Mo Yishen handed the cup of brewed tea to Mo Jingzhi, and invited Mo Jingzhi to sit down and talk.

Mo Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, took the teacup Mo Yishen handed over, and sat down cautiously.A finger-sized white chrysanthemum floated in the teacup, which was soaked in water and gave off a delicate fragrance.Mo Jingzhi took a sniff, and the fragrance of tea lingered in his nose for a long time. "Su chrysanthemum tea?" Mo Jingzhi asked after taking a sip.

Mo Yi nodded deeply: "It's far inferior to Shile's chrysanthemum tea. Yankong can't grow white chrysanthemums with large petals like Fufeng, and only a few flowers of this size can be grown on one plant, which is very precious."

Shile is still white, and all white things are named after white characters. Yankong respects red, and white chrysanthemum is called Suju in Yankong.Mo Jingzhi's right index finger moved back and forth to pull the white chrysanthemum floating in the teacup, and suddenly laughed: "Jingzhi has made the king worry again."

Mo Yi raised his brows deeply, and made a serious face on purpose: "I have said it all, Uncle Shi will treat this place as Tingfengzhai, there is no king, no Marquis Jinglie, only uncles and nephews. I am a junior, and I prepare these things for Uncle Shi It should."

Mo Jingzhi put the teacup back on the table, looked up at Mo Yishen, he and Mo Yishen are not relatives uncles and nephews, Mo Yishen said that Jingliehou's lineage has kindness to Yan Kong, so he called them uncles and nephews.Mo Yishen has only been on the throne for only seven years. He has worked hard to govern, relying on the skill of weaponry and mechanism manufacturing, the national power has gradually become stronger, and it seems to have become the most powerful country in the inland of Zuzhou.Mo Yishen is only 27 years old this year, and the corners of his eyes already have traces left by the years. Mo Jingzhi took a photo of the corners of his eyes with tea, except for two more beards, compared with Mo Yishen, he is more than 30 years old. Uncle should be younger.Mo Jingzhi stroked the prickly beard on his chin, and grinned wordlessly.

"What is Uncle Shi laughing at?" Mo Jingzhi had been in the palace for nearly an hour, always showing a puzzling smile, and Mo Yi was deeply curious.

"The lord has grown up, Jingzhi is happy." Mo Jingzhi looked directly at Mo Yishen and said.

"Uncle Shi doesn't blame me for making decisions without authorization?" Mo Yishen asked, paused, turned his head and looked out of the window directly in front of him, the sky was dyed golden by the setting sun, just like the crimson top of Yankong Mountain all year round.

Mo Jingzhi glanced at the young king beside him, and smiled: "Does the king mean Fuyu?"

Mo Yishen poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of him, held it in his hand, and took a sip.After a long time, Mo Yi said deeply: "After all, Fuyu has been with Shishu for more than ten years, and he is deeply liked by Shishu, but she is from Shen Cang, so I have to guard against her."

Mo Jingzhi nodded, looking at the sunset behind the carved window lattice like Mo Yishen, the afterglow fell on his handsome face, adding a sense of indifference. "My lord, I have a request." Mo Jingzhi picked up the teacup that was half cold and said.

"Uncle Shi wants to ask me to borrow troops." Mo Yishen raised his head and looked directly at Mo Jingzhi. A light overflowed from the wise eyes of the young king. Mo Yi pursed his lips deeply and smiled, and the smile became deeper and deeper.

Mo Jingzhi frowned slightly, Mo Yishen's smile was very strange.He got up with concentration, folded his hands across his chest, bowed deeply to the ink clothes, and said solemnly: "Shi Le destroyed my arsenal, sent spies to hide the Hou's mansion, and instigated the royal family's heirs to betray our country. I ask your majesty to send troops to Chilong. Guard clean water to prevent world happiness."

"Who leads the army?" Mo Yishen still asked with a smile.

"I wish to go!" Mo Jingzhi put away his laziness like a lion, his eyes were shining brightly.

Mo Yishen gently put down the teacup in his hand, and sighed a long time: "Uncle Shi, Shi Le's imperial general has already sent [-] troops to the Qingshui River, does Uncle Shi think he can beat Gu Minglan?"

Mo Jing was startled, and a chill rose in his heart.Mo Yishen looked at him no longer as peacefully as before, Mo Yishen's eyes were like a knife, piercing into Mo Jingzhi's chest, wanting to cut Mo Jingzhi's heart out for a look.Mo Jingzhi felt cold sweat dripping from his hands, he hadn't been shrouded in terror for a long time, the young Mo Yi's deep eyes made him fall into a deep dry well.

"Uncle Shi?" Mo Yi called out deeply, and Mo Jingzhi came back to his senses instantly.

Mo Jingzhi touched his nose in embarrassment: "I haven't fought him before, how would I know?"

"You don't have to be on the battlefield to know how your opponent is." Mo Yishen stood up.The sun had set and the moon had risen, and the hall was lit with lamps. Rows of palace lanterns illuminated the entire hall as bright as day.However, at this moment, it seemed that all the light shrouded Mo Yishen's body, and Mo Jingzhi felt that his eyes could hardly be opened, so he had to turn his head slightly.

"Uncle Shi, you have known General Yu for more than ten years, and you can receive news from Gu Minglan every day. I guess, you know what General Yu is like, right?" Mo Yishen's eyes became sharper and sharper. , he put his hand on a crimson sword at his waist, and looked directly at Mo Jingzhi.

The smile on his face froze, Mo Jingzhi wanted to take a breath, but he felt that the surrounding air was sucked out instantly.How could he have forgotten, even though their surname is Mo, they had a blood feud 1000 years ago!Marquis Jinglie of Yankong, even if he lived in Suiyang County, which is tens of miles away from Yanjing, could not escape the royal family's suspicion. "Employees are not suspicious, and suspects are not." What the young man said to him when he was the crown prince, was completely forgotten by the young man more than ten years later.Or, from the very beginning, Mo Yishen never believed in Mo Jingzhi.

Mo Jingzhi knelt down on the ground slowly. Jing Liehou of Yankong was once given all the honors for his meritorious service in saving his family, including that future generations do not have to kneel in front of the king.Mo Jingzhi had to kneel at this time, this honor disappeared with Mo Yishen's eyes getting colder, Mo Jingzhi is a minister, Mo Yishen is the emperor, between the emperor and his ministers, how can they not kneel?

"The humble minister made a slip of the tongue, the sovereign is wise." Mo Jingzhi folded his hands on the ground, buried his head on the back of his hands, and replied respectfully.

Mo Yishen was very satisfied with Mo Jingzhi's great gift, the corners of his mouth twitched triumphantly, like a proud lion, looking at another male lion prostrated on the ground and bowing to him, lowering its noble head. "Uncle Shi forgot to sleep and eat for Yan Kong, so I will allow you [-] Moqi to guard Qingshui." Mo Yishen took a step towards Mo Jingzhi, helped up the man kneeling on the ground, and ordered, "Shi Letian Yujun one day No refund, [-] ink riders will not be returned for a day!"

"The minister leads the order!" Mo Jingzhi bowed again, with an imperceptible wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Dongxun Kingdom, Jinhua Palace.

The rain stopped after half a month, and the sun was like a sharp knife, cutting through the thick heavy clouds.Ye Fuyi held a cup of brewed hot tea and stood outside Jinhua Palace, waiting for the people inside to summon him.

The autumn wind was getting cooler, and the yellow leaves curled up in the wind and fell to Ye Fuyi's feet, and the servants hurriedly picked up the dead leaves.Ye Fuyi noticed that it was a boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features, and a ray of childishness and a trace of disdain in his blue eyes. On top of that, there are less than a thousand Baize people of pure blood, and [-]% of them serve Shen Cang.Ye Fuyi could see from the young man's eyes that he hated him.Ye Fuyi smiled wordlessly. Although he is the curator of the Hanmo Pavilion in Dongxun Kingdom, he has never stepped into the Hanmo Pavilion since he was selected by Gu Juan. Everyone in Jinhua Palace knows that he is Gu The male favorite of his family, he serves others with a charming look like a woman.But is this really the case?Ye Fuyi looked up at the blue sky and curled the corners of his mouth.No one knew that this Ye Fuyi from the ordinary Dongxun country was actually from Baize, but he did not have pure Baize blood.

The closed vermilion door slowly opened, and several old courtiers walked out in a file. The old courtiers passed by Ye Fuyi and cast contemptuous glances. If these gazes were knives, Ye Fuyi would have fallen in a pool of blood. middle.These gazes were not knives, and these old courtiers did not have the ability to kill Ye Fuyi. Ye Fuyi straightened his body, smiled slightly, and respectfully returned salutes to every old courtier who walked past him.

"Evil!" Zuo Xiang Bai Guanqi passed by Ye Fuyi and angrily shook off his sleeves, scolding Ye Fuyi angrily.He was originally an old minister who supported the former crown prince. In the battle for the crown prince of Dongxun, the crown prince was the most legitimate successor. However, a sixth prince came out of nowhere and seized the throne that originally belonged to the crown prince.This old minister supported the righteous prince, seeing that the name of Gu Juanzhi was written on the old king's edict, he naturally supported the old king's last wish, and strongly supported the sixth prince he didn't like to become the new king.Bai Guanqi was already heartbroken at the care of the caretaker who was intoxicated in paintings and ink all day long, but now that there is another Ye Fuyi who charms the lord of the country, all the anger accumulated by Bai Guanqi is directed at this handsome and indifferent young man in front of him.

Ye Fuyi turned a deaf ear to Bai Guanqi's abuse, he bowed slightly, and silently saluted Bai Guanqi, until Bai Guanqi walked away, he straightened his sore waist.The witty servant hid behind the palace gate early on, and when the old ministers had gone away, the servant ran to Ye Fuyi's side in small steps and invited Ye Fuyi in: "Master Ye, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

Ye Fuyi nodded, glanced at the young servant, turned his head and walked straight into Jinhua Palace.This child was here to supervise his actions, Ye Fuyi had an imperceptible smile on his lips, Shen Cang's master didn't believe him, Ye Fuyi knew it very well.It was that man who taught him to use this method to gain the other party's trust, and that man also said that using this method has disadvantages, and it will make him distrust Ye Fuyi.Ye Fuyi remembered that the moment Gu Minglan told him, there was a flash of loneliness in his eyes.At that time, he didn't know why Gu Minglan had such an expression, but now Ye Fuyi knew that Gu Minglan had used this method to treat another person.