Lord, you are so beautiful

When Mu Qing woke up, it was already late, and there were three shadows standing motionless beside the bed. A normal person would be shocked to see such a scene when he woke up.

"Master, are you better?" Qianhe's legs softened and he almost knelt down.

Mu Qing coughed twice, propped up his body and lay down halfway, Qilin brought a cup of warm water, Mu Qing took it and rinsed the bloody smell in his mouth, his brows were full of exhaustion.

He just pushed back the teacup, when Qilin felt that the tip of his tongue was dull, he twirled the ginseng slices and sent them into his mouth.

Mu Qing raised his eyes and glanced casually, rubbing his brows and said, "How long has this king been asleep?"

"Less than six hours." Xiao Ye stood aside holding the knife, "My lord..."

Mu Qing raised his hand slightly to stop him from continuing, and only said: "Suppress the news, it must not spread to the previous court, let alone let Weiyuan know. To the outside world, I only said that this king and Prince Ren fought again because of a disagreement. Not the first time."

Qilin said: "Don't worry, my lord, senior brother has ordered people to seal up the news, but Prince Ren..."

Mu Qing said wearily: "If he didn't want to be dragged out in the middle of the night and hacked to death, he wouldn't take the initiative to stab him."

"Your Highness doesn't plan to pursue it?" Xiaoye asked.

Mu Qing said: "Xu Ren is a genius doctor from Mu Chungu, he said there is still hope for me?"

The three of them were silent for a while, and Mu Qing naturally knew everything: "That means there is no salvation, and you are dying, so what are you going to pursue?" He took the medicine handed by Qianhe and drank it dry, casually throwing the bowl back, He said viciously: "Ten years is too long, one year is enough to destroy this dynasty."

"What is your order?" Xiaoye asked respectfully.

"How is the situation in the palace?" Mu Qing asked.

"I'm afraid that the emperor's order is to let the prince die immediately, instead of delaying ten years." Qi Lin replied: "After Prince Ren sent the news to the palace, the emperor has been restless since then."

"Prince Ren is loyal. Only by knowing this method can he kill the master." Qian He gritted his teeth in hatred. Before Mu Qing went to Prince Ren's mansion for a banquet, Qian Xun must have known what Mu Zhi was going to do, but he didn't say anything!

"The emperor has acted too hastily. He knows that his situation is over, and he doesn't know what else he will do..." Mu Qing laughed evilly, but his heart was full of sadness.Mu Qing's martial arts cultivation is at its peak, and if he wants to kill him, even ten experts like Xiao Ye are not afraid. If poison is used, he can taste even the crimson crest of a crane, even if he accidentally swallows it and gives him one or two. Shi Chen can force out the poison. After all, it was his father who understood him and sent people to go all over the world to find this Fuyan, which kills people invisible, for his own son.

Xiao Ye said: "Your subordinates entered the palace to kill the emperor?"

"What's the rush?" Mu Qing vetoed, raised his hand and said, "Where is my king's fan?"

Qianhe finds the golden fan and puts it in Muqing's hand.

Mu Qing staggered one hand, looked at the four big crooked characters on the fan, and the expression in his eyes softened, "I don't know how many people wished for this king to die well, but now they have their wish." He said softly: "Does Lou Lan know about this?"

"No." Qianhe shook his head, "It was well concealed."

"What about others?" Mu Qing asked.

Qianhe said: "I've already fallen asleep, and I've eaten my dinner obediently."

Mu Qing nodded and stopped talking, looked at the golden fan in a daze for a long time, then handed it to Xiaoye, and said calmly, "Destroy it."

"Yes." Xiao Ye took the golden fan.

This golden fan made of silkworm silk has been with Mu Qing for almost 20 years, and it was given to him by Mu Rong. On the original fan, the four big characters of drunk life, dream and death were cut off by Mu Qing, and Lou Lan wrote on it four One word, give an order now, I don't know if it is aimed at Mu Rong or Lou Lan.

The next day, when the sun was bright, Xu Ren got up early and made the medicine himself in the medicine hut, and had a long talk with Mu Qing.

The chief and deputy commanders of Jin Yiwei have been staying in Prince Rong's mansion, and have no intention of returning to the palace at all, and Mu Qing has not given any orders. If the two of them return to the palace, the one in the palace will be frightened. Now this temporary peace It's good to be quiet.

Since Mu Qing woke up, she only asked Qian He about Lou Lan's recent situation, when she woke up, what she had for breakfast, and where she went to play today, but she herself has been living in a side room and did not go to see Lou Lan.

Qianhe didn't know what Mu Qing was avoiding, so naturally he didn't dare to ask, nor did he have the heart to ask.He has never met his parents, and since he can remember, there has been only Mu Qing as his master. When he was fighting in Mobei, Qianhe was only seven or eight years old, and he ran around the school grounds following Mu Qing's horseshoes. When he went out to fight in the city, he lay on the city wall and looked down.

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Qing treated him differently from other guards, and Qianhe also knew that Mu Qing loved him, so he treated Mu Qing as his only family member.Now that disasters are coming, he used to be with Qianxun every day but didn't notice anything, Qianhe almost wanted to apologize with death.

"If you are sad, this king will immediately arrange for someone to marry you to Prince Ren's mansion." Mu Qing stood under the eaves of the corridor in a thin scarlet robe, with Xiaoye and Qilin behind him inseparable.His face looked weaker than before, but the strong ruthlessness between his brows was even more sharp.

"Master is still in the mood to talk and laugh." Qianhe was originally squatting on the steps secretly sad, but when he heard the voice behind him, he immediately stood up, his eyes were red, and he stood in front of Mu Qing with his head bowed.

"You put it down, just pretend that this king is joking." Mu Qing held a jade-colored folding fan in his hand and gently shook it. He also had his own concerns, so naturally he could understand the pain in Qianhe's heart.

"Master, you already knew about it, didn't you?" Qianhe looked over Mu Qing's shoulder and stared at the two people, "And you too, even Nanfa..." He immediately figured out many things, Before Mu Qing went to Beiping, why did he insist on scaring Qianxun himself, and what Nanfa said to Qianxun when he came from Beiping, it was so obvious, but he didn't notice it.

"Before you were young, not to mention that you were afraid that you would be too obvious and exposed. Later, you and Chihiro have a relationship, and you can't tell it." Mu Qing said, stroking Qianhe's head, "If you can't let go, go It's no big deal to find him."

"This subordinate is a member of the Prince Rong's mansion by birth, and a ghost of the Prince Rong's mansion when he dies." Qianhe finished speaking forcefully, and clasped his fists together, "This subordinate will go down and tidy up the room."

Mu Qing waved his folding fan and stood under the eaves to blow the wind. Xiaoye behind him said calmly, "My lord does not doubt that Chihiro's love is also fake? Prince Ren must also know that my lord values ​​Qianhe very much."

Mu Qing didn't speak, and walked all the way along the chaoshou corridor.He is indeed, as Nanfa said, tough on the surface but indecisive on the inside.

Qilin smiled lightly, walked slowly with Mu Qing's footsteps, and said softly: "Qianxun's love is true, otherwise, if he played with Qianhe in this respect, the prince would have killed him long ago. Keeping him until now, the prince is in his heart It’s just a little bit of luck, I hope he can stop having anything to do with Prince Ren for the sake of Qianhe, and get the best of both worlds.”

Xiao Ye nodded, "Understood."

Qilin gave him a white look: "Of course you understand, you and Qianxun are the same kind of people, and your loyalty is greater than heaven."

Mu Qing ignored the twittering of the two people behind him, and walked all the way to the back garden. The cold wave in his eyes slowly receded after seeing that familiar figure on the swing frame.

"Does he still stare blankly on the swing?" Mu Qing stood far away and did not move forward.

"Yes, I didn't know before. Recently, I always come to the back garden after dinner, swinging on the swing and not talking." Qilin said.

Mu Qing couldn't remember how long he hadn't heard Lou Lan speak.

He took a step forward, thinking about an idea for several days, and he still hasn't made up his mind since he woke up, until he saw Lou Lan's blank and innocent eyes at this moment.He was originally so carefree, pure and bright, but he was ruined by himself into what he is now.

"Lou Lan." Mu Qing walked over and called him softly.

Lou Lan raised her head, got off the swing and stood still.

Mu Qing went over to hold his hand, sat on the swing and hugged him in front of him, "The servant said you didn't eat much for lunch, what's the matter? Have a bad appetite?"

Lou Lan naturally didn't speak, but raised her hand to gently touch Mu Qing's pale face, and then put it down again.

Mu Qing smiled and said, "I'm fine."

He was holding Lou Lan and dangling on the swing, and Lou Lan was obediently nestled in his arms without moving.

After being silent for a long time, Mu Qing put Lou Lan down on the ground, looked into his eyes and said, "Lou Lan, do you hate me?" Lou Lan shook his head, and Mu Qing's smile was pale: "But you don't like me anymore, yes?" ?"

Lou Lan looked at him, then nodded.

Mu Qing felt a sharp pain in his heart, forced a smile on his face, finally squeezed his face, and said softly: "Then I will let you go, go wherever you want."

Lou Lan was slightly startled, wanted to look into Mu Qing's eyes but he had already got up and led him back to the room.

"What do you want to bring?" Mu Qing looked around at the familiar furnishings in the room and lowered his head and asked, "I'll pack it for you."

Qianhe stood outside the door with tears in his eyes, and then he was slapped by Xiaoye.

"Qianhe, go and bring Xiao Qisha here." Mu Qing folded some of the little gowns he usually wears for Lou Lan, put the same stack of banknotes and a small dagger into a small warm orange bag.

Qianhe responded, and went to the stables of the palace to bring a little red horse. The famous horse Qisha was born, and it was still in the stage of growing long, so its body was about the size of a mule. The four hooves are snow-white, and when he runs, he steps on the snow without any trace of the wind.When he was in Beiping, Mu Qing taught Lou Lan how to ride a horse, but he only dared to give him a pony in case he fell on the road.

"No matter where you go, you must remember to stay in an inn on the way. Don't sit on the ground in the sky. If you catch a cold, no one will force you to take medicine. If you don't take medicine, you won't get better." Mu Qing held Lou Lan with one hand and the horse with the other. Rein walked to the gate of the palace.

Lou Lan was absent-minded, followed him to the door, Mu Qing handed him the reins, and he looked up blankly.

Mu Qing bent down and brushed Lou Lan's forehead hair aside, and said with a light smile, "I swear that I will never disturb your life and never appear in front of you."

Lou Lan seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back, led Xiao Qisha down the stairs, turned to look at Mu Qing, and finally said, "Take care."

Mu Qing regretted for a moment, wanted to prevent him from leaving, and imprisoned him in the palace, but it was only for a moment.

He stood at the gate of the mansion, watching Lou Lan's figure being swallowed up by the crowd, his heart ached, and the huge wave of pain slowly submerged his whole body like icy water in December.

Qianhe's eyes were sour, "Master is reluctant, why let him go, besides Lou Lan... may not really want to see master..."

"Ten years later, he is still so young, why waste his life." Mu Qing raised his voice hoarsely, "Come down."

Seven shadow guards appeared in an instant, kneeling on one knee: "My lord."

"Lou Lan likes Peiping, he should go to Peiping, you must protect him secretly along the way, don't let him get sick, don't let him get lost, and don't let him fall into the trap." Mu Qing ordered clearly, "Quietly, don't let him find out."

"Yes!" The shadow guards all responded, chasing Lou Lan's back and rushing into the crowd.

"Xiao Ye."

"The subordinate is here." Xiao Ye stood up from behind.

"You go too." Mu Qing said coldly: "There are not many people in this world who can be your opponents, so you can go to me and rest assured."

"My lord..." Xiao Ye was stunned.

"There is a unicorn in Beijing to take care of this king." Mu Qing interrupted him: "This king wants you to protect him with your life, courtiers, Prince Ren or the emperor, no matter who it is, if anyone threatens him, they will all be killed." No pardon!"

"Subordinates obey!"

Extra episode

In the middle of winter, the cold wind from Mobei hurts his face like a knife.The dripping water outside turned to ice, Lan Zhao's scattered troops were defeated like wild dogs, the young commander on the battlefield waved his sword, and the elite soldiers under the Mu family immediately covered up and killed them like a tide.

The 15-year-old boy was riding on horseback, controlling the rein with one hand, black hair was flying on his shoulders, and his eyes were red with the blood that had settled in the bloody battle.

"Your Majesty has fallen off the horse!" A sharp and terrified voice came straight, Mu Qing turned his head, and watched a black war horse running over with a man on its back, and the man fell off the horse and knelt on the ground.

"What did you just say?" Mu Qing had a pair of blood-stained snow knives tied around his waist, and a cloud of white mist formed from his lips as he spoke.

"Report, report to the young prince, Major General..." The man trembled, "My lord, let the poor bandits of Beilan shoot down with an arrow, and die through the heart."

"Fart!" A handsome young man next to Mu Qing scolded with a knife, "It's just an arrow, can Prince Rong not be able to escape?"

"It's absolutely true, two masters! It's just in the north of the city, and the deputy general asked the humble officer to quickly find the little prince back." The man trembled and cried.

"Go and have a look." Mu Qing frowned, turned the horse's head and hurried to the north of the city.

During the years of war, there were piles of dead people everywhere outside the city walls, and the battlefield was empty everywhere. The breath exhaled in the severe cold was rolled with white mist and melted into the sorrowful blood that could be seen everywhere.

The cries of people outside the city came from far away, Mu Qing's heart tightened, she got off her horse and pushed aside the surrounding people.

"Little prince! Major general!" The deputy general led the way, kneeling on the cold ground with the rest of the soldiers.

Mu Qing saw the man lying on the open space in front of the lieutenant general, his long black hair was stained with blood and scattered on the ground, and there was a reassuring expression on his handsome and unparalleled face.That was his father, Mu Rong, King Rong with great military exploits in the Yan Dynasty, but now with a broken feather arrow stuck in his chest, he was lying on the ground covered in blood, without a trace of breath.

"Who did it!" Mu Qing's eyes turned red in an instant, and he walked over and lifted the lieutenant and ruthlessly kicked him over.

"Reporting to the little prince, we were robbed by the poor bandits called by Lan. After the prince fell from the horse, we have captured a few people alive and wait for the little prince to be released." The deputy general wept bitterly with remorse.

"Where is he?" Li Weiyuan walked up to Mu Qing and patted him on the shoulder, "My condolences."

"Returning to Major General, people have already sent people to the city to be locked up in a cell." The lieutenant general said.

Mu Qing approached Mu Rong's body, facing his death without warning, he couldn't say anything.He checked it up and down, and found that the fatal injury was the feather arrow piercing through his chest, and there were traces of horseshoes trampled on his body, which must have been caused by falling from the horse.

"Mu Qing." Li Weiyuan called out from behind.

Mu Qing stood up, held the knife and stepped on the horse, and said sharply: "Put the prince's body in a safe place. I will return to Beijing to report on my duties in three days and take the prince back to the capital for burial. Go back to the city!"

A stack of voices obeyed.

The city gate opened, Mu Qing rode a horse and walked in together with Li Weiyuan, Mu Qing said in a daze, "I really can't believe he just died like this."

"I understand." Li Weiyuan said: "My father also died so suddenly."

"I think there is something strange." Mu Qing said coldly, "Mu Rong can't dodge a feathered arrow."

Li Weiyuan glanced at him and said nothing.

Back in the city, Mu Qing ordered him to be escorted to the execution room in the mansion, went back to the main room and changed into a battle armor, put on a robe casually and went to the torture room.

In the dim space around, thick iron chains extended from the wall and locked four men in their prime. They kept pulling the iron chains around their feet and necks, roaring like beasts.

As soon as Mu Qing came, the room immediately fell silent.

No one is not afraid of this young man. He is obviously slender, and even has a feminine face like a daughter's. Once he goes out to battle, Lan Zhao's elite soldiers will be terrified.

"I'm not talking nonsense with you," Mu Qing said coldly, "Are you guys from Dayan or Lanzhao?"

The four of them looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

Mu Qing took down the long whip from the weapon rack, and swung it with his hands. The extremely sharp sound resounded through the torture room, which made people's hearts tremble. It was unimaginable that such a whip would hit someone.

"Who asked you to kill Mu Rong!" Mu Qing's majestic anger was like the scorching sun.

"If you want to be killed, you will be cut! You are welcome!" You are so unafraid of death.

Mu Qing's eyes dimmed, and he had his own plan in mind, so he stopped asking questions, and slammed down the whip, and immediately the torture room was full of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and Mu Qing vented all his anger on these four people.

He suddenly paused, and caught a glimpse of a bright red figure by the door.

It was a boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in a bright red brocade suit, lying on the door and looking inside.

"Turn around." Mu Qing said coldly.

The little boy immediately covered his eyes, then turned around, and then he heard the sound of drawing a knife, and the torture room fell silent for a moment, only the soft sound of flowing water seemed to be left, and then the sound of drawing the knife back into its sheath .

"Master, what are you doing?" He asked Mu Qing.

Mu Qing walked out of the torture room, turned around and threw a bloody knife into it, piled it together with the four heads that had rolled to the corner, then closed the door, squatted in front of him and said, "Master is killing people."

"When I grow up, I don't need my master to do it myself. Qianhe will help me kill people." He said seriously.

"Okay." Mu Qing rubbed Xiao Qianhe's hair with a smile, then slowly suppressed his smile, and said softly, "Qianhe, my father is dead."

Qianhe blinked, and there was a layer of moist light in his beautiful big eyes, he said: "Master, don't be sad, Qianhe will always be with you."

Mu Qing wrapped his arms around his knees and picked him up, walked outside into the sunlight, "I'm not sad, never will be."

Three days later, Mu Qing rectified, took King Rong's coffin and Major General Li Weiyuan back to Beijing to report on his duties.

The two had nothing to say along the way. Li Weiyuan rode on the horseback and looked at the piece of paper in his hand. After walking for a long time, he finally couldn't stand it and yelled, "I won't recite it! What the hell, there are so many rules, so I am most annoyed at going to Beijing to meet the emperor! The late emperor did not call people back to report on his duties so easily like him. We are fighting a war, not an outing!"

"Nanfa wrote it for you?" Mu Qing looked at his frizzy look and said.

Li Weiyuan raised his eyebrows, thinking of Nanfa's thousands of instructions before leaving, he picked it up resignedly and continued to recite it.

"If you don't want to carry it, don't carry it. I'll cover you." Mu Qing said, he turned his head and glanced at the black coffin dragged by soldiers on the carriage behind him, secretly glad that Mu Rong died in such a world of ice and snow, otherwise if Xia Today, he can only be buried in Mobei.

In the evening, Mu Qing got off the carriage, looked back at the sleeping Qianhe, and secretly left behind with a delicate cicada-wing knife in his mouth.

Li Weiyuan memorized the rules and regulations that Nanfa had listed for him all night, and he was still awake. When he saw Mu Qing, he was startled and called out to him in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Hush!" Mu Qing made a silent gesture, and sneaked to the coffin.

The surrounding soldiers all fell asleep, and Li Weiyuan also sneaked over, not knowing what he was going to do.

Mu Qing beckoned him to help, then lifted the lid of the coffin.

Li Weiyuan: "..."

"Help me hold on!" Mu Qing said.

A soldier next to him groaned as if he was about to wake up. Li Weiyuan kicked the man unconscious with a quick kick. Then he supported the coffin lid and whispered, "What do you want to do, kid?"

Mu Qing didn't speak, just jumped in and squatted next to Mu Rong's corpse, stretched out his hand to loosen his clothes, and cut open his abdominal cavity with a knife.Li Weiyuan didn't speak any more, and was vigilant about his surroundings, his ears were filled with the indistinct sound of Mu Qing digging flesh, especially in the middle of the night.

"Have you brought a fire bag?" Mu Qing said suddenly, stretched out his hand to pick Li Weiyuan's arms, and wiped all the sporadic pieces of meat on his body.

Li Weiyuan felt nauseous for a while, but he had to hold back and couldn't scold.

Mu Qing blew the fire notes, Li Weiyuan looked down at the messy corpse dug up by Mu Qing, and was momentarily stunned.

"The liver is poisonous. Sure enough, he died of poisoning." Mu Qing sneered.

"Looking at the changed color, it should be extremely poisonous." After Li Weiyuan finished speaking, he suddenly realized something: "It's the emperor!"

"It's not him, who else can make Mu Rong die?" Mu Qing picked up Mu Rong's clothes and wiped the meat and blood on his hands, then slowly wiped off the cicada wing knife, looking coldly at the difference between Mu Rong and himself With few pale faces, "Since you die willingly, don't expect me to avenge you."

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Mu Qing turned over and put the coffin lid lightly with Li Weiyuan, and the two quickly slipped back.

This is a huge secret, but it didn't make the two of them uneasy. If the emperor really wanted to kill them all, the two of them would naturally be able to fight their way out.

"My father often said that if one's achievements are high, one's end will be miserable. That's probably what he meant." Li Weiyuan also got into Mu Qing's carriage, rubbing his hands together in the cold.

"The first emperor was so shrewd, why did he pass the throne to such a fool." Mu Qing lay down and frowned fiercely, "If the important minister who can't wait for the killer to hold a heavy army right after the battle is over, what will he do if he comes back again? withstand."

"The next one will probably be your turn." Li Weiyuan grinned, "I know why we were called back to Beijing this time. Hey, isn't your elder brother in the capital? Let him help out."

"He? A piece of trash, who can only talk on paper." Mu Qing said coldly: "For people like them, the number of casualties on the battlefield is just a series of numbers to them. Ten thousand or one hundred thousand is not life. To them It's just numbers."

"Human life is worthless." Li Weiyuan sighed.

Mu Qing had already sent someone to send the news of Mu Rong's death to the capital, and by the time they arrived, Prince Rong's mansion had already been completely deserted.His elder brother Mu Zhi knelt in front of the mansion, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, Mu Qing led Qianhe off the horse.

Seeing the dark coffin, Mu Zhi was suffocated, and rushed over crying bitterly, opened the coffin lid a crack, and before he could take a look inside, Mu Qing slapped down hard, closed the coffin lid, and Said: "Don't open it! You are so brave!"

"I just want to see my father for the last time!" Mu Zhi roared.

Li Weiyuan got off his horse and said: "My lord, do you know how many days it took us to come all the way? Let the prince go to the ground as soon as possible."

Mu Zhi was gasping for breath, and Mu Qing suddenly stepped forward and choked him by the throat, and pressed him firmly to the ground, "If you can see him alive, I'll let you see him, if not, I'll let you accompany him He died together!"

Mu Zhi was pinched by him until he coughed, and his brothers fought, and the servants at the side naturally didn't dare to persuade him.

"Okay, Mu Qing, we still have to enter the palace, and it's just in time for the morning court." Li Weiyuan said.

"Qianhe, you stay in the palace, come down to me to pick you up." Mu Qing patted Qianhe's head.

Qianhe obediently said: "Okay, I'll wait for the master here." Then he whispered: "I will watch for the master."

Mu Qing just laughed it off, left a few cronies and Qianhe behind, and galloped towards the palace without even changing the court clothes.

In the Nine Halls, the nine-five-year-old who killed his father on the court hall is condescending.

"Mu Qing? You're back." The emperor looked at Mu Qing and said in a dull tone.

Mu Qing's voice was not loud, but he followed the court. He said: "Your Majesty, this minister is the second son of Prince Rong, Mu Qing, not Mu Rong. Mu Rong died in battle two months ago. The emperor is so uninformed? Almost flooded with tears, the emperor doesn't even know."

His words were rude, and the emperor's eyebrows were already a little angry, but Mu Qing had worked hard and made great achievements. Although he had just reached the age of Wu Xiang, he was a full-fledged veteran of the two dynasties, so he could only bear it. I will make him a..."

"The emperor is joking?" Mu Qing took a step forward, his scarlet robe was the only one in the azure and indigo court clothes, and he stared coldly at the people on the dragon chair, "Everyone is dead, their bodies have been burned to ashes, What's the use of having a great reputation after death? Has the emperor thought about it, what will be enshrined after his death?"

"Bold!" The emperor was contradicted one after another, and finally got angry, "Do you still have this emperor in your eyes?"

"What does the emperor think?" Mu Qing asked with a smile.

"Come on!"

Jin Yiwei weighed the court stick in his hand, and four people pressed Mu Qing's hands and feet to the ground on the charge of offending Long Wei. leaning back.

He endured the pain, endured the cold sweat on his forehead, and blood was dripping all over his back.

Li Weiyuan watched and counted silently in his heart, and took note of Jin Yiwei who was executing the execution.

"Retreat!" The emperor waved his sleeves angrily, and went down before the fight was over.

All the officials resigned, and the Jin Yiwei in the court hall were still fighting.

After forty sticks, all of them hit Mu Qing's back and lower back, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up for a while.

"I've offended you, little prince." A Jin Yiwei who was holding down Mu Qing's left hand said in a low voice, trying to help Mu Qing up.

Li Weiyuan waved him away, took Mu Qing's hand and pulled him up from the ground, Mu Qing's cicada-winged knife shook out from his right sleeve, and waved his hands almost at the same time as Li Weiyuan, and the two Jin Yiwei who were holding sticks spurted blood from their throats and fell down.

"Little, little prince, this is..." The other four guards in Jinyi were startled.

"It's none of your business." Li Weiyuan said, carrying Mu Qing up and walking outside, "Let's go back to Mobei? Kill the two Jinyiwei, and the emperor will have to rant again later."

Mu Qing didn't speak, but staggered step by step while supporting Li Weiyuan's shoulder.

"How is the injury?" Li Weiyuan asked.

"I can't die." Mu Qing said.

"I was really scared to death just now." Li Weiyuan said, "I'm afraid he will directly order you to be killed with a stick."

"He doesn't have the guts." Mu Qing sneered: "Now that he has beaten me up, he naturally doesn't dare to think about it, otherwise, if he is really not afraid of the courtiers' heart to kill me, he won't sit on the throne for long .”

Li Weiyuan casually entered an inn, tore off Mu Qing's clothes and applied medicine to him. His big hands were rough, and Mu Qing kept frowning. He asked, "It hurts so much? It's just some skin trauma."

"I reckon some bones are hurt." Mu Qing held back his breath.

The two guards in Jinyi were particularly ruthless in their attacks, every time they smashed down, they wanted to kill Mu Qing on the spot. If not, Mu Qing and Li Weiyuan would not have tacitly agreed to kill them.

"This is really difficult, stay in the capital to raise them?" Li Weiyuan said.

"Forget it, go back to Mobei earlier, I have something to do." Mu Qing propped up his body, and slowly put on his robe with Li Weiyuan's help, "Go to Rong Wangfu, he is dead, what should I do?"

Li Weiyuan was expressionless: "Kneel in front of the mourning hall and cry a lot."

Mu Qing frowned: "I can't cry, it's not like the sky is falling after my father died, so there's nothing to cry about."

Li Weiyuan said: "When the sky falls, will anyone cry! You son of a bitch!"

The two went to Prince Rong's Mansion where there was constant grief, wailing and crying. The whole mansion was completely deserted, but Mu Qing didn't feel anything. The dull pain in his heart had already slowly passed away.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Qianhe found that Mu Qing had returned, trotted over, and was frightened when he saw his bloodless face.

"It's okay, I'll take you down to rest later." Mu Qing said.

Mu Zhi came out dressed in mourning, looked at Mu Qing's sad eyes, and said softly, "Mu Qing, come with me."

Mu Qing followed him to the inner room, Mu Zhi wiped his red eyes, and handed him a brocade box, "My father asked me to give it to you when he came back last time, and said that after he died, I would hand it over to you. "

Mu Qing's eyebrows were full of doubts, he opened the brocade box, and inside was a golden fan made of silk from the sky.He put down the brocade box, and slowly unfolded the folding fan. On it was Mu Rong's vigorous handwriting, four words: Drunk life, dream and death, it was indeed Mu Rong's own handwriting.

"Hmph..." Mu Qing smiled, a bleak smile.

He held the golden fan in his hand, turned and left, Muzhi called him: "Father's funeral..."

"He doesn't deserve to let me cry on my knees." Mu Qing said coldly, the white mist around his lips was like a mouthful of frost.

Mu Qing walked out without saying a word, leading Qian He and Li Weiyuan out of the Rong Palace.

He ran against everyone in a snowstorm and drifted away.

Emperor Dog, when I come back, it will be your death day!