On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

King Ouyue's mind is not difficult to understand, as April is approaching, he is in a hurry to wash his family and go out to the army, the more the wedding is postponed, the more uncertain it will be.

"Second child, you are my son after all!" King Ouyue always said half of his speech and left the other half, and he liked to leave the unfinished meaning of his words to others to guess.

Guessing and not guessing are nothing more than fifty-five points.

He should have gotten the news of Lin Qing's return to the city, and he was afraid that things might change, so he was in a hurry.

King Ouyue knocked on the armrest of the seat faster, tinkling like a tyrannical spring thunder, it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

Mo Er still compromised: "I know!"

"Second brother, don't be so unfamiliar. It's your father alone, and it won't change for the rest of his life." King Ouyue's attitude towards Mo Er has changed obviously, and he is much friendlier, but Mo Er doesn't seem to have much joy , still deserted.

It was getting dark, and the palace began to light up the lights.

King Ouyue left Mo Er behind, neither speaking nor letting him leave, and just writing notes on his own.

After maybe an hour, he put down the booklet and pondered for a moment: "On the eighth day of April, the Ox King's Birthday, you can go for Mo Yi."

Mo Er declined: "No, Wang."

There are 48 steps between Mo Er and Ouyue Wangman, which is neither too far nor too close.

He could see King Ouyue's expression clearly, but he couldn't see his heart clearly.

"Gu left the words here, you go or you don't go." Ouyue King spoke the most indifferent words in the most flat voice.

Mo Er also had no choice but to accept.

There were no other lanterns pasted in the palace this year, and they were left over from last year. The bright red lantern paper was blown by the rain and wind, and the color had already faded. It was not red, nor white.

When the wind blows, the lanterns flutter with the wind, like duckweed without roots, just like today's Ouyue.

The palace man took off one and handed it to Mo Er.

Mo Er held the lantern, and the dim light illuminated a small world.

After leaving the palace, Mo Er went directly to wash the house.

Xi Xian welcomed Mo Er into the door, it was raining when he came, and Mo Er's clothes were already damp, so he handed the lantern to Xi Xian and stroked his sleeves.

There are not many family members, and there are only a few servants.

Most of them are old, disabled, unable to go to the battlefield.

"How is Linglong?" Mo's second hand was a little red from the cold, and white gas could be seen as soon as he opened his mouth.

Xixian ordered a cup of hot tea for him, and found his own robe and handed it to him: "It's raining, why don't you even hold an umbrella." He asked someone to add a brazier, and the orange flame has the power to comfort people's hearts , let Mo Er calm down.

"Linglong's body is stronger than yours, don't worry about her being fine, but you have a cold instead." Xi Xian added carbon, and pushed the brazier towards Mo Erna.

Mo Er held the tea in his hand, and the steam from the tea slapped on his face, causing burning pain: "Wang hopes to advance the wedding date, and it is best to finalize it within the third day."

"Seeing how worried you are, you thought something was wrong. Since Linglong agreed to marry Mo Yi, it's not a marriage that day. I'll ask her tomorrow, and I'll just set a time." Xi Xian Another cup of tea was added, and this was Mo Er's fifth cup.

Mo Er let out a long sigh.

When he came, he was thinking about the meaning of King Ouyue on the way, but after guessing for a long time, he didn't get any letter, so he started to think again when he was free.

For the Niu Wang's birthday, Mo Yi hosted it just to make a compliment.

The people in Panyu City were also happy to be presided over by Mo Yi, but suddenly they were replaced by themselves, and the people in the city were blown up.

Maybe after thinking about it, I brought it to my face.

"It's not about this matter. The king just asked me to host this year's Niu Wang's birthday." Mo Er needs to find someone to discuss with. Although Xi Xian is not a good candidate, it is better than nothing.

Xi Xian was stunned for a moment. The Ox King’s Birthday on the eighth day of April was originally used to pray for a good harvest, but it has gradually changed its tone over the years, from asking for good weather to asking for invincibility.

The army also packed up and left the city that day.

"Didn't Mo Yi preside over it in the past?" Xi Xian asked Mo Er's doubts.

Mo Er shook his head, he really didn't understand what King Ouyue was thinking recently, he decided to change every day, and the order issued in the morning would change at night.

Xixian hesitated for a moment: "Maybe he wants to reuse you."

This statement was so false that he didn't even believe it.

"Forget it, maybe after two days, Wang's thoughts will change." In fact, Mo Er had a vague guess. Since he saw the silver hairpin that day, his attitude has become very strange.

Maybe he missed the old love.

But Mo Er didn't mention it, and Xi Xian didn't ask.

"When Linglong wakes up, tell her that I've been here." Mo Er was about to leave, and Xi Xian asked someone to prepare the coir raincoat.

In his words, something is better than nothing.

Mo handed over the lantern when he came, and glanced at it with disgust: "This color is really unlucky."

Mo Er also felt unlucky.

When it was raining, the color of the lantern paper was even less eye-catching. Like an old man entering his twilight years, he seemed to die at any time.

In the early morning of the next day, Xixian sent someone to inform, saying that Linglong had decided to set the date for the next day, that is, the nineteenth.

March [-]th is the day when the ghost mother gets married in the legend, which is very unlucky.

Mo Er's heart sank, and he felt that telling King Ouyue like this would make him unhappy, so he went to Xi's house again.

When he came, Patriarch Xi also returned from Hezhou City.

It should have arrived this morning, the armor on his body has not been removed, and he is having breakfast with Xixian and Linglong.

Xi Xian was on the left side, and was the first to see Mo Er, and immediately gave him a wink and told him not to talk.

"Xian'er, is your face cramp?" Patriarch Xi said coldly.

Xixian quickly withdrew his expression, lowered his head obediently, and drank a bowl of porridge.

Mo Er has almost never seen Xixian shriveled. It was the first time he saw him, and he was a little funny, so he couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

A faint smile revealed the dimple at the corner of his mouth, it was so small that it was almost indistinguishable.

He smiled very much like his mother. Although Mo Er had never met his mother, many people said so.

Patriarch Xi also paled slightly, coughed, and returned to normal.

Mo Er didn't see the Patriarch frequently. He spent eleven months of the year defending the city in Hezhou, and there were not many chances to return to Panyu.

The last time I saw you was three years ago.

Patriarch Xi looks a little old and has lost a lot of weight, but the murderous aura of years of conquest on him can be easily distinguished from ordinary people.

Xixian's facial features are actually very similar to him, but Patriarch Xi looks a little weaker and more delicate.

But his status rarely draws attention to what he looks like.

"Why did the second prince come here early in the morning?" Patriarch Xi opened his mouth. His voice seemed to be roughened by coarse sand, and his voice was hoarse. If you didn't listen carefully, you could hardly hear what he was talking about.

Mo Er was always a little bit afraid of him, even more afraid than he was of King Ouyue.

His gaze is like a sharpened sword that can pierce all falsehoods.

"Patriarch Xi, I came here for Linglong's wedding. Nineteenth is not an auspicious day." Mo Er replied truthfully, he should be more respectful to Patriarch Xi. Three points to you.

Patriarch Xi let out a "tsk", the sound was very similar to Xi Xian, he raised his head arrogantly, Mo Er saw his eyes for the first time, they were very dark black, thick black that even the sunlight couldn't penetrate.

He half-closed his eyes, caught the light in his eyes, and said plainly: "Second Prince, I don't believe this."

Mo Er was still smiling on the face, but he was about to go crazy in his heart.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to be mad: "It's just a matter of flattery, and it's for Linglong's sake. After all, such a big event only happens once in a lifetime."

"That's not necessarily true." Such arrogant words came out of his mouth, which seemed justifiable.

"Father." Linglong interrupted Patriarch Xi, she glared at Patriarch Xi: "Don't talk nonsense."

Patriarch Xi didn't take it seriously: "Linglong, I told you that you don't need to sacrifice yourself to do something. Could it be that you don't believe that your father can protect you forever?"

Linglong scooped up the porridge in the bowl mechanically, did not speak, Xixian took over the conversation, trying to resolve the embarrassment for Mo Er and Linglong: "Father, don't poke Linglong's heart."

Patriarch Xi hated iron for being weak, raised his eyebrows, and didn't even stare at Xi Xian's face: "It's not that you are incompetent!"

On weekdays, Patriarch Xi said this many times, so Xixian didn't show much sadness, but just twitched his lips and sighed secretly: "Father, Linglong's marriage is a matter of a lifetime, don't mess around gone."

The owner of the washing house was not happy, so he slapped the table with his palm, knocking the dishes on the table to the ground.

The sound of ceramic cracking startled everyone.

"Xixian, who gave you the courage."

Xi Xian also poked his neck, looking aggressively at Patriarch Xi.

The two identical eyes were filled with flames, and the sound of crackling and popping could almost be heard.

Mo Er quickly smoothed things over: "Patriarch Xi calms down his anger, Xixian is also thinking of Linglong."

Only then did Patriarch Xi move his eyes away, and met Mo Er, but after taking a preliminary look, he said quietly: "What is your relationship with Xi Xian?"

The rumors in Panyu City naturally reached Patriarch Xi's ears, but he never asked.

At this moment, the more he watched, the more he felt that the relationship between the two was tricky.

Mo Er was caught off guard by the question, calmed down for a few seconds, and then said, "You can be considered a friend!"

"Since when did I become friends with you!" Xi's rebuttal seemed inappropriate, leaving Mo Er in a dilemma.

"That's my high climb."

Patriarch Xi glanced suspiciously at Xi Xian, he always knew a little bit about his son.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that the relationship between the two of them is unclear.

"Second prince, you stay here, I have something to say to you in private." Patriarch Xi gave someone to clean up the mess on the scene, and at the same time glared at Xi Xian, seeing that he was still standing still, slightly displeased, Linglong understood the wink, pulled Xixian by the arm, and pulled him out.

The doors and windows were closed from the outside, and only Mo Er and Patriarch Xi were left in the room.

The owner of the wash made someone serve tea, and the servant closed the door after serving tea.

"This is last year's new tea. I rarely drink it on weekdays. This one is also because of the favor of the second prince, so I took it out to taste it." Patriarch Xi took a sip of tea and gave it up to Mo Er.

"Patriarch Xi came to find me on purpose, and then kept me here on purpose. Why?" Patriarch Xi is domineering, but he is not a stupid person, on the contrary, he is the most scheming one in the entire Xijia.

What's more, he dotes on one son and one daughter so much, how could he set his daughter's wedding date at nineteen.

But to find him.

The quarrel just now may be true or false.

Xi Xian couldn't see clearly, how could Mo Er not see through.

It's just that he followed the words of Patriarch Xi and stayed.