[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

Mo Yishen woke up from the dream, there was not a single sound in the dark palace.He lay on his back on the couch, looked up at the black curtain hanging down, and for the first time felt that the ink color that Yan Kong admired was so dull and terrifying.The night was too quiet, and Mo Yishen could clearly hear his own breathing, but the silence made Mo Yishen lock his body tightly, the surrounding was too quiet, but he couldn't bear such silence.

"Ah Du!" Mo Yishen finally couldn't bear the silence in the hall, and got down from the couch.

"My lord, Ah Du is here." The servant named Ah Du hurriedly stumbled over from the heavy black curtains, holding a glazed lamp in his hand. The light from the lamp softly shone on Mo Yishen's body, making the panic-stricken people heave a sigh of relief.

Mo Yi frowned deeply and looked at A Du, then turned and walked to the front of the four hall doors, he pushed open the closed doors, and the cold wind penetrated into the hall instantly, A Du couldn't help shivering.Now it's Tuyue, Shi Letian Yujun has been besieging the city for more than a month, only this small imperial capital is left in Yankong, I don't know how long it can last.Since yesterday, the shouts of killing that spread throughout the imperial capital suddenly disappeared. People who were used to these voices were full of doubts, and even the usually calm lord Mo Yishen lost his composure.

"Is there any news from Jingpinghou?" Mo Yishen tried to cross the high city wall, hoping to see the general outside the city wall who had blocked the Tianyu Army for him for more than a month. Now he only has Jingpinghou Shubai left .

Ah Du shook his head worriedly: "Since the shouting stopped at dusk yesterday, I haven't heard from Lord Hou until now."

Just as Panasonic's heart tightened suddenly, Mo Yishen tightly pinched the door behind him. He was not a monarch who didn't understand the battlefield. When the shouts of killing stopped yesterday, Mo Yishen almost guessed that Shu Ningbai had been captured Or... Mo Yishen suddenly felt that his head was about to split open. After many years of planning, he finally used Shi Le's hand to pull out Gu Fengxi's last vein left in Yankong. There is no one who can intimidate Shi Le, but he is confident that Shu Ningbai is the best candidate to succeed Mo Jingzhi, but it seems to be mocking him, Shu Ningbai is indeed the best general, but Shu Ningbai does not understand Gu Ming Lan, from the beginning of the battle, Shu Ningbai lost!

"Lord?" Seeing that Mo Yishen's face was tense and silent, Ah Du asked cautiously.

Mo Yishen came back to his senses, his face softened a bit, he straightened up, his voice was steady, just like the old days when he faced all the officials who paid homage to the court, he said to Ah Du: "Change clothes for Gu."

"Eh?" Ah Du was startled for a moment, then understood what Mo Yishen meant, and hurriedly bowed down, "Ah Du obeys."

Ah Du carried the lantern and walked in front. Mo Yishen was wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns and a jade crown with a coiled dragon on his head. He walked out of the imperial capital guarded by Yankong Moqi.

Outside the imperial capital, the Tianyu army holding torches stood straight behind Yunluan, the flames illuminated the entire Yankong imperial capital like daytime.The young man in silver armor riding on a white steed squinted his eyes, looking at the slowly opening gate of the imperial capital, first a servant carrying a lantern came out from the gate, and then the young and promising Lord of Yan Kong.

Seeing Mo Yishen, a sharp smile appeared on the corner of Yunluan's mouth.Young and promising?That's all.After all, Mo Yishen is just a monarch who sticks to his country. If he doesn't have the determination to look down on the world, he can only be an ant trampled under his feet in the end.

"I have seen His Royal Highness." A Du held the lantern, walked a few steps towards Yunluan, and knelt down to salute.Mo Yishen stood outside the gate of the imperial capital, and behind him was the last hundred Mo cavalry in Yankong.

Yunluan glanced lightly at the servant kneeling on the ground, lowered her body slightly, and a trace of disdain in her pure black eyes fell on Mo Yishen's body in the distance: "Does your master want you to hand in the surrender form? "

Ah Du raised his head, looked up at Yunluan, and said clearly: "The lord asked Ah Du to ask His Royal Highness, where is the Marquis of Jingping?"

"Any?" Yunluan laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke, "A defeated general from another country, do you still expect him to be safe?" After finishing speaking, Yunluan motioned for a Tianyu soldier behind him to come out, and that Tianyu soldier Walking up to Ah Du, he put the black square lacquer box in his hand in front of Ah Du, and returned to the army.

The moment the Tianyu soldier took out the ink-colored lacquer box, Yun Luan noticed that the face of the awe-inspiring person on the opposite side was slightly darkened, and disappeared in an instant.The playful smile on Yunluan's mouth became stronger, he pointed to the ink-colored lacquer box in front of Ah Du, and said disapprovingly: "Here, your Marquis Jingping is here."

Ah Du held up the box on his lap in a daze, and glanced back at Mo Yishen behind him. Mo Yishen nodded to Ah Du, and Ah Du bowed down again, saluting to Yunluan: "Thank you, Your Highness, Your Highness." " Just as he was about to pick up the lacquer box and go back, a cold light flashed by, and the lacquer box that Ah Du was holding rolled to the ground, and beside it was Ah Du's head with open eyes.

Mo Yishen tightened his hands, his cold eyes pierced the rider on the horse, and his brows were tightly locked together: "My son wants to rule the world, and he will kill the envoys of other countries at will. Isn't my son afraid of infamy?"

Yunluan turned over and jumped off the horse, walked to the side of Ah Du's rolled head, stepped on Ah Du's head with his snow-white boots, bent over to pick up the lacquer box, and stretched it towards Mo Yishen.Yunluan said nonchalantly: "If the lord is sincere to talk to me, how can this little servant die in vain? Lord, do you still want to send someone to negotiate with me?" As he spoke, his eyes froze coldly His eyes swept across the Mo cavalry behind Mo Yishen, forcing the Mo cavalry to avoid Yun Luan's gaze.

Mo Yishen knew the expressions of the Mo cavalry behind him without looking. The Tianyu army had besieged the city for a month, and the courage of the Mo cavalry had been exhausted. There were less than a hundred of the [-] Mo cavalry in a month. Opposite them is the Hundred Thousand Heavenly Feather Army!Mo Yishen walked towards Yunluan step by step, he put away the stern look on his face, there was no fear in his eyes, he had already lost to Yan Kong, so are he afraid of losing his life again?

When Mo Yishen walked three steps away from him, Yun Luan took back the lacquer box that was stretched out to Mo Yishen, and he said with a sneer, "What does the Lord want to exchange for a dead man's head?"

Mo Yi's eyes were firmly fixed on the lacquer box in Yunluan's hand. After a long time, he suddenly laughed out loud and knelt down at Yunluan's feet, looking up at Yunluan: "How do you want to change it?"

Yun Luan tightened her eyes: "How about one life for another?"

"Yes." Mo Yishen agreed categorically, and he stretched out his hand to Yunluan, "Can my son return Jingpinghou to me?"

The playful smile on Yunluan's face suddenly disappeared, and he felt bored looking at the person kneeling beside his lap.Mo Yishen shouldn't have answered like this, nor should he have such a breezy expression. He obviously lost everything, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"You think it's that simple?!" Yun Luan kicked Mo Yishen's shoulder violently. With Mo Yishen's arrogance, he would never tolerate his kick.

However, Mo Yishen just gritted his teeth to endure the bone-piercing pain on his shoulder. Mo Yishen still raised his head, fixed his gaze on the lacquer box in Yunluan's hand, and repeated again: "My son, please take the head of Marquis Jingping give me back."

"I said I want to change your life for another life!" Yunluan's dark eyes gradually faded, and a touch of white gradually radiated from the center of the pupil, like a white dye that fell into the ink, dyeing all the black white . "You're not dead, how can I return Shu Ningbai to you!" Yun Luan laughed maniacally, which sounded particularly harsh in the night.

Mo Yi raised his brows deeply, looked at Yun Luan who suddenly fell into madness, and jumped into his hand with the dagger hidden in his sleeve. In the scorching fire, the cold light suddenly rose, and there was a sound of metal clapping, Mo Yi covered his neck in disbelief , blood flowed out from between his fingers like a broken dike: "For..." He opened his mouth, but only uttered one word, and then fell silent.

The pale green light surrounded Yunluan's body, and the frantic people gradually calmed down. Qingyi's folding fan closed, and the end of the fan was placed between Yunluan's eyebrows, and a red drop of blood dropped from the end of the long sword in his left hand.Ze Baiyue stood behind Qingyi, with his right hand sticking to Qingyi's back, in the cold wind of Tuyue, cold sweat broke out on Ze Baiyue's forehead.Wu Xuan folded his hands in his sleeves, under the blue light, his cold face appeared even more calm, like a piece of ice.

The white light gradually receded, and Yunluan's pupils returned to their former pure black.Qingyi let go of his hand, and exaggeratedly gasped: "Fortunately, we caught up."

Ze Baiyue withdrew her palms and stepped back, staggering, Wu Xuan took a step forward, and supported the precarious woman. "Thank you, Shao Siming." Ze Baiyue didn't dare to bother Wu Xuan, took a step forward, and bowed to Wu Xuan as a salute.

Wu Xuan nodded, walked past Ze Baiyue to Yun Luan, and said indifferently: "My son is a little impulsive today."

Yunluan looked down at Mo Yishen, who was already exhausted, frowned deeply, and asked doubtfully, "Did I not control it?"

Qingyi glanced at the indifferent Wu Xuan beside him with a complicated expression. Since returning to Zuzhou, Yunluan had "different pupils" more and more often. In Beimo, Yunluan's "different pupils" could He controlled it by himself, and after returning to Zuzhou, Yun Luan gradually lost control of the "Different Eyes". If Wu Xuan hadn't learned from Wu Yuanyuan that controlling the "Different Eyes" required the three spirits of water god, fire god and wind god, Yun Luan might be at this moment. Luan could no longer hold back.

Wu Xuan cast a glance at the lacquer box in Yunluan's hand and said, "Fortunately, the power of 'Different Eyes' is not strong enough, and fortunately, the spirit of Fujuan can still restrain the spirit of Yaoshun, but the power of 'Different Eyes' will one day Explosive, if we don't use the spirit of the three gods to contain the power of 'Different Eyes' as soon as possible, I'm afraid..."

Yunluan waved his hand to stop Wuxuan, the spirit of Vulcan was hidden in Yankong Imperial Capital, he was only one step away from getting it.The spirit of the wind god is in Nanxun, and as for the spirit of the water god... Yun Luan looked down at the Qinglong jade ring hanging on Qingyi's waist, and then turned his gaze to the pale-faced Zebaiyue. "Enter the imperial capital quickly!" Yunluan put the lacquer box in his hand beside Mo Yishen, stepped on the white horse again, and led the Tianyu army behind him to drive directly to the imperial capital of Yankong.

The wailing of the remaining hundred Mo cavalry army was drowned in the sound of horseshoes for a moment, Qingyi looked down at the Yankong monarch in front of him, took off the cloak on his body, and covered Mo Yishen's head.