Dog emperor, take your life!

Inside the Baisi Imperial Palace, the situation was treacherous, and Mo Ci was sitting at the table, resting his chin with one hand, lowering his eyes slightly, looking at the letter on the table.

This was the letter that Wu Xu sent someone thousands of miles away to deliver to Mo Ci after escaping the eyeliner of the emperor in the palace.

"Can't you attack?" Mo Ci murmured, "The Xiongnu iron cavalry can really resist."

At this moment, a pair of powerful hands wrapped around his waist, wrapping him in his arms.

Chu Yue lowered his head, buried his head into his neck, and rubbed it gently: "A Ci, Yue'er can't sleep..."

Mo Ci raised his hand to pull him away, and said coldly, "Then don't sleep."

After all, strangers must face each other. At that time, either both of them will die, or you will die or I will live, and vice versa.

Intimacy now, what did you do back then...

Never believe that a person standing in a high position can still remember the original promise, even if there is, that person does not belong to the current Mo Ci.

He got up and walked outside the hall, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, thinking about the time in his heart.

almost......

"Your Majesty! It has been several months since General Yanqi led troops to fight, but there is no news about it to the Baisi. You don't know how the battle is going!" Chen Yi, Duke of Longxi, stepped forward and said with a look of worry and indignation.

In his heart, anyone who has led troops out for several months and has not heard back must have surrendered to the enemy and treason.

Chu Yue in the hall looked like he couldn't understand what he was saying, and looked at Mo Ci standing beside him.

This earnest look in Mo Ci's heart has a different meaning.

Maybe he was used to Chu Yue's insidiousness and cunning, but he still hasn't convinced Chu Yue's brain that he was really stimulated and became abnormal.

With a smile on his lips, Mo Ci put his hands behind his back, looked down at the officials below, and said slowly: "Duke Chen is worried about the war, and it is really my Long Xia's blessing to have such a right-hand man who cares about the country and the people beside the Holy One."

After what Mo Ci said, all the officials below would have heard the irony in the words and would choose to agree.

If they don't agree, it seems that they don't agree with what Mo Ci said, then naturally they are also denying Chen Yi.

Even if you agree, it's better than being targeted for no reason in the future.

"It doesn't matter how powerful the horseshoes of the Xiongnu's iron cavalry are, they will eventually crawl under the feet of my Long Xia soldiers. Duke Chen's worries are a bit unnecessary." He also speaks for Mo Ci everywhere.

If it were someone else, Mo Ting would think it was false, but Li Jue was different, he really thought about Longxia Wanmin.

Chen Yi was quite unhappy, he didn't expect that Li Jue would stand on Mo Ci's side, let alone be in front of all the people in the court and refute his face.

"It has long been heard that the prime minister has close contacts with the national teacher recently, and now it seems that the rumors are true!"

"You have something to say in your speech, you might as well speak it out." Mo Ci looked at Chen Yi with a half-smile.

No one can know what he is thinking about writing in his heart at this time, but he feels that since he was reinstated as a national teacher, his temper has become more and more unpredictable.

In the past, others could tell if he was happy or angry, but now, no one could see whether he was angry because of Chen Yi's offense.

After all, a person who keeps smiling all the time, over time, even he himself will feel that he is smiling.

Sitting on the throne, Chu Yue glanced at Chen Yi, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, only to see him stand up, and tug on La Moci's sleeve: "A Ci Yueer doesn't want to stay here anymore... ..."

When speaking, he did not forget to shake Mo Ci's hand twice.

The officials below were in an uproar.

In their eyes, Mo Ci had completely controlled the Long Xia regime, and even the prime minister had a faint intention of surrendering, not to mention, the Holy Majesty did not make any resistance.

Now that the higher-ups have found a way out, they naturally dare not make more mistakes.

Only Chen Yi was upset every time.

"Your Majesty, as the king of a country, is going to leave before the end of the court meeting. Is it inappropriate?"

Chu Yue didn't even look at Chen Yi, instead he took Mo Ci's hand and left the Golden Luan Hall.

"Ahem, this is the end of today's court meeting, retreat!" Xiao Wenzi's sharp and piercing voice penetrated the entire hall.

Only then did the ministers come back to their senses.

It's going to change?

"Your Majesty is in such a hurry to go down, is he afraid that Duke Chen will say something inappropriate?" Mo Ci walked in front, and Chu Yue followed behind with dim eyes.

But when Mo Ci looked back at him, he changed into the harmless and ignorant look he had before.

If he hadn't been dazzled, Mo Ci seemed to have seen the killing intent in Chu Yue's eyes at this moment, but he didn't say it clearly.

He already knew what his fate was.

"What's the meaning of Ah Ci?" Chu Yue stopped in his tracks, puzzled.

Mo Ci looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, he seemed to have firmed up a certain idea in his heart.

The entanglement in his heart disappeared when he saw Chu Yue's eyes that instantly changed from killing intent to harmless to humans and animals.

At night, Chu Yue was taken to the imperial dining room by the queen, and Mo Ci was alone in the side hall, calling for Xinniao.

The bird landed on his shoulder, and Mo Ci raised his hand to smooth the feathers for him, his eyes full of love.

A small mailbox was tied to its leg, and Mo Ci fed him a small piece of meat, touched his head, and said softly, "In the future, I have to learn to find food by myself, or I will starve to death."

"Let's go, don't come back, never stay in this cage."

The letter bird pecked at Mo Ci's palm, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Until Chu Yue ran in.

"What did you do with the queen?"

Mo Ci walked back to the table and asked calmly.

This feigned concern is like duckweed floating on the water, as long as you fiddle with it with a stick, it will disperse.

Just like their past and present, full of lies and blood.

Chu Yue smiled like a child: "The empress took Yue'er to drink lotus root soup. It's sweet and delicious."

"Really? Drink more, and there will be nothing next time." Mo Ci's eyes were empty, and he stroked every object on the table.

Chu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at him, clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, but said with a smile on his face, "I wanted to get some for Ah Ci, but the empress said that Ah Ci didn't like to drink."

He really didn't like to drink it, because it was Chu Yue's favorite, and Mo Ci hated anything that Chu Yue loved deeply.

"Indeed, I miss the crispy and delicious peach blossom cakes in Baishi City. I don't know when I can eat them."

"If you want to eat, just ask a few slaves to buy it. Why do you miss it here?" Chu Yue smiled and embraced Mo Ci, and now he didn't even pretend.

Mo Ci pushed him away, and laughed like self-deprecating: "I didn't expect the Holy Majesty's acting skills to be so superb that people couldn't tell which one is the real you for a while."