Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

what?

Mo Jingchun pinched the base of his nose, "Recently, His Majesty looks the same as usual, but there is no change."

he murmured.

Yuan Heming looked at Mo Jingchun meaningfully, "Is there really no change, or Ziqing doesn't want to change?" Yuan Heming is indeed a person who has contacts with all kinds of religions, but he is also extremely sensitive when it comes to discovering Mo Jingchun.

He is by no means the kind who would rashly rub his hands on the secrets of his friends, if he really speaks out...

There must be a reason.

Mo Jingchun looked at Yuan Heming for a long time, and the two fell into silence.

a long time.

"Don't you think it took a long time to go to Guanglin?" Mo Jingchun said suddenly, "It's been two quarters of an hour."

No matter what, it is impossible to spend such a long time.

Yuan Heming seemed to be awakened by his words, the two looked at each other and got up one after another.

The attendants outside heard their movement and followed them out to find someone.

Turning up and down, left and right, Zhang Qianzhao was found sleeping under a tree, and his servants were being held down by a corner of their clothes, unable to get up.

Seeing that Mo Jingchun and the others finally came to look for him, he showed a rescued appearance, and said dumbfoundedly: "When Mr. Lang came out, he originally went to Gong's house, but when he came out, it happened that it was snowing outside, so he He said he was going to enjoy the snow scene, but he came to the backyard after walking all the way, and he couldn’t walk when he saw the sky covered with snow.” Then Zhang Qianzhao recited poems and wrote poems here, and even attracted many passing literati Sao Ke agrees.

Mo Jingchun: "..."

This is really unexpected.

Zhang Qianzhao, who was very drunk, was stuffed into the carriage by them, and then sent back by the Zhang family.

As for Yuan Heming, he was smiling and huddled together with Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun: "Don't you have your own carriage?"

Yuan Heming: "But I haven't finished my words yet."

Mo Jingchun kicked him on the leg bone, and said expressionlessly: "If you keep talking, I'm afraid you will die." It is precisely because Yuan Heming is for his own good that Mo Jingchun can't let him say any more. go down.

Even Mo Jingchun didn't know how many people were around him.

If Yuan Heming was allowed to continue talking, no way, his life would be lost.

While they were talking, the slow-moving carriage suddenly stopped, and Yuan Heming subconsciously said, "It's not curfew yet, is it?"

Mo Jingchun frowned: "Dark Eleven?"

A hoarse voice came from under the car, "It's Your Majesty."

Mo Jingchun was slightly stunned, and leaned over to lift the curtain of the car. As expected, there was a carriage parked opposite their carriage. It looked unusually low-key, but Mo Jingchun and Yuan Heming could tell at a glance that it was a carriage made by Gong.

Not long after, the carriage opened the curtain, revealing Gong Yeqi's face.

That handsome face was exposed, which should have been a beautiful picture scroll, but for some reason, the horse that was driving the cart did not dare to move and kicked its hooves.

Mo Jingchun pressed Yuan Heming behind him, signaling him not to get out of the car.

He got out of the carriage and walked to the opposite carriage with his hands in his hands.

Mo Jingchun's back is thin, and he walks leisurely and calmly.

Yuan Heming saw a pair of hands stretched out, bringing Mo Jingchun in without hesitation, it felt like the abyss suddenly opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the fresh meat in one gulp.The reflection at that moment made him almost rush down, but a person appeared behind Yuan Heming, and quietly pressed his shoulder.

The strength is great, and I can't break free.

"Master told you not to move."

His voice was hoarse and low, it was Dark Eleven just now.

Yuan Heming didn't know where he came from, and said impatiently: "Don't you know that His Majesty's appearance doesn't look right?"

It felt like utter silence.

Yuan Heming watched helplessly as the silent carriage turned around, leaving without knowing why.He was anxious to kick the coachman in front of him, but he saw that the boy named Wei Yi didn't move at all.

Even though the hand holding the rein turned white, he sat upright.

An Shixi repeated: "Master told you not to move."

Yuan Heming looked at Wei Yi, at the dark guard, at himself who was useless.

He collapsed from the repeated words, and suddenly realized what Mo Jingchun's words meant just now.

--"useless."

Their relationship is twisted and paranoid.

If Emperor Zhengshi is violent and crazy fire, then Mo Jingchun is calm and gentle water.

Once the fire is blown by the wind, roaring into pieces, and forming a sea, even he is trapped in the sea of ​​fire...

Will he be thirsty for water rescue?

If he can't, and he is not willing to be harsh on his friends, what about others?

One person, ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people...

So scary, so heavy.

"useless."

These words lingered in Yuan Heming's ears like a nightmare.

It was as if there were countless people in front of him who turned a blind eye and watched the dead silence of Mo Jingchun feeding a tiger with his body.

He let out a low howl in distress, and slammed his fist on the wall of the car.

Yuan Heming could see the invisible shackles binding Mo Jingchun.

The invisible returns to the invisible, but cannot break free.