Dog emperor, take your life!

In the National Teacher's Mansion, Mo Ci stood by the flower pond, thinking about the change of Chu Yue's attitude these days.

I don't know if it's because people in high positions have a habit of arranging life for others. All in all, he is very dissatisfied with the gift of marriage.

If Chu Yue hadn't threatened him with his tribe, he would not have agreed.

It's just... How did Chu Yue know that he still had people from his tribe living in this world?

Mo Ci walked around, but he didn't notice a boy in black sitting on the plum tree beside the flower pond.

"What are you thinking, brother?" The voice was lazy and full of magnetism. Since it was the voice-changing period, Aeryun's voice was a little low and hoarse.

Mo Ci turned his head in a daze, and looked in the direction of the voice, the emotions buried in his heart in the past were on the verge of bursting out.

"Yun'er?" He froze on the spot, the boy on the tree seemed to have grown up overnight.

The eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to him, but with a little more youthful and casual nature.

This is his younger brother, the younger brother who survived the war that year.

Before Ningwei's soldiers arrived, Mo Ci was leading Aeryun to catch bugs in the pasture, and then only heard the sound of messy hooves and people's howling.

Although Mo Ci was still young at that time, he clearly knew that the sound of powerful horseshoes was clearly a well-trained war horse, and that howling sound was the fear of death.

Mo Ci's father had long told him that the Xianbei clan would eventually fight the Central Plains, and he had already told little Mo Ci that if one day the war came, he would take his younger brother along the north of the pasture and find a man named "Gu You". "The village, hide in it.

People from primitive tribes lived in that land, and people from the Central Plains would never go in because they were greedy for life and afraid of death.

The Xianbei and Guyou clans have been friends for generations, and they only need to see the ice-blue eyes of the Moci brothers to let them in.

At that time, Emperor Ningwei slaughtered all directions. After Mo Ci sent his younger brother to Guyou, he could never forget the screams of those dead clansmen and the tragic situation that his parents might have died under the swords and iron hooves of the Central Plains people. Determined to take revenge.

On the way back, he met Emperor Ningwei's guards and was shot in the back by an arrow, but he survived. He crawled on the ground, even if he was dying, he was unwilling to give up.

"How is brother doing? It stands to reason that this is the first time that Yun'er has such a clear image of brother!" Aer Yun jumped down from the tree.

The vitality of the youth was fully displayed in him.

Mo Ci stepped forward to touch his hair excitedly, his eyes were red: "It's grown so big..."

Aer Yun was taller than Mo Ci, so much so that Mo Ci had to look up at him, seeing that his younger brother was doing well, his heart finally calmed down.

These years, although he knew where Aryun was, he never took the initiative to contact him.

Aeryun held his hand, this was the first time he saw his elder brother with his own eyes when he was so old, his parents were both dead, if his elder brother hadn't sent him to Guyou at that time, he might have been killed by the sword at this time .

At this time, an unexpected guest came.

Chu Yue came to the flower pond in stride, and what he saw was Mo Ci being held by a strange boy. For some reason, he was very upset.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." After speaking, he shook his sleeves and was about to leave.

"No matter when the Holy Majesty comes, it is the best time." Mo Ci let go of Aryun's hand.

He was afraid that Chu Yue would think too much, after all, he didn't want his younger brother to be involved in their disputes.

"I don't know who this is?" Chu Yue glanced at Aer Yun, and pulled Mo Ci to his side.

Quite a taste of jealousy.

"Under..."

Mo Ci suddenly interrupted Al Yun's words: "This is He Qing, the son of my old friend, the former young prince of Le Xiguo."

"Oh?" Chu Yue looked suspiciously up and down at this person whom Mo Ci called "He Qing, the son of an old friend".

For some reason, the more I look at him, the more I feel that he looks a little bit like Mo Ci.

Maybe it was an illusion, after all, he was a person who had been studying for several days.

Aeryun is not stupid, this time he was discussing with his elder brother about the family restoration plan, and exposing his identity would put himself in danger, so he followed Mo Ci's words.

"I feel sorry for He Qing. I heard that Long Xia has changed hands. The new owner is blessed with great blessings and loves the people like a child. I am here to experience it."