On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Mo Lu knocked off Mo Er's hand, and the plain white handkerchief swirled and fell to the ground, stained with mud.

"The great prince arrives," the eunuch sang.

Mo Lu became visibly happy, and Mo Yi just stood still, she rushed over, hugged Mo Yi's arm, didn't speak, just cried.

Mo was helpless with this younger sister, and patted her on the back.

"What's the matter, Xiao Liu, who made you unhappy again?"

With Mo Yi, Mo Lu became more confident, and told everything that happened just now.

At the end, he added a sentence: "Brother, do you think I should swallow my anger?"

Mo Lu glanced triumphantly at Mo Er, but Mo Yi slapped her without saying a word.

Mo Lu's face was turned away by the slap, his eyes were full of shock, and he covered his face and looked at Mo Yi in disbelief.

She couldn't figure it out, she was obviously trying to vent her anger for Mo Yi, but in the end, not only was he not dealt with well, but he was also slapped in the face.

Mo Lu wanted to cry, but was scared back by Mo Yi: "Don't cry, don't you know what day it is today? What does it look like to cry, and apologize to your second brother."

Everyone in Panyu City knew that Mo Yi was the future King of Ouyue, and his words were the weather vane.

Mo Lu reluctantly said, "I'm sorry."

"Wipe off your tears, what do you look like with tears on your face?" Mo Yi was just trying to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys. Today's Mo Er is no longer the past Mo Er. He didn't understand what King Ouyue had in mind, but King Ouyue was partial to Mo Er. In fact, things are not a foregone conclusion. It is hard to say who will be the master of Ouyue in the future. If he loses, it will be regarded as leaving a way for Mo Lu.

How could Mo Lu understand Mo Yi's thoughts? For her, there is only a difference between being good to her and being bad to her.

"It's not a big deal." Now that Mo Yi made his statement, Mo Er's face was ugly when he was eating. He went along with the flow and reconciled the conflict between Mo Yi and Mo Lu on the surface. Mo Lu will never be involved in this matter.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom.

The sound of the bronze drum resounded through the city of Panyu, directly hitting the depression of the soul, making everyone solemn.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Mo Er, as the officiant of the Ox King's Birthday, was dressed in a black robe, which made his face look like a beautiful jade. His black hair was blowing up in the wind, and his robe was buzzing, as if he was going to go with the wind, but he was a bit fluttering. It means becoming immortal.

The old priest was supported onto the high platform.

"The officiant is not the eldest prince."

People in twos and threes chatted with each other, and the originally small voice became louder and louder. The old priest frowned and coughed lightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

However, everyone does not buy his face.

"The sacrifice is about to begin, and everyone is silent." The priest spoke for the old priest. His voice was very thin and penetrating, and he could hear it clearly no matter how far away he was.

The old priest is more than a few years old and has done sacrifices for 40 years.

He was connected to the gods, and his status was so high that even the king of Ouyue had to allow him three points, and the priest represented him. Seeing the displeasure of the old priest, the whisperers gradually fell silent.

But my heart is still dissatisfied, but because of the gods, I dare not say anything.

The altar for Niu Wang's birthday is located in the south of Panyu City, near Zhengyang Gate, and is ten feet high. There is a yellow ox tied to the southwest corner of the altar.

It is the incarnation of the Bull King, the object of this sacrifice.

This cow was only one year old, with strong muscles and a gentle temperament. It chewed the grass slowly, without rushing, and didn't avoid people at all, and didn't panic because of the crowd.

"Sobbing, talking and dancing drunk. Yu Xu is happy." The old priest sang with a strange emphasis, like a piece of iron rubbing against a hard object, so weird that he panicked.

The musicians also beat the bronze drum in a hurry, and the drums made a thud, like thunder falling on the ground.

The drum beat slowly turned low, and when it reached the lowest point, it was Mo Er's turn to play.

He played the role of the ancestor who was the first to discover the bison, walked to the high platform with the beat of drums, and worshiped the bull king.

However, when he approached the bull king, the bull king just lowered his head and sniffed the hay in his hand, then went mad, spewing out white gas from his nose, roaring and rushing towards the priest who was taking care of it.

The priest was frightened and did not hide in a hurry, but was knocked off the altar by the bull king.

There was a loud bang, which seemed to wake up everyone who had just woken up from a dream. The scene became a mess, as if the sky had collapsed. Men, women, old and children cried and exclaimed. Many people ran around, but the older people He remained motionless, knelt on the ground and prayed like a bull king, muttering incessantly: "Lord bull king, calm down."

And the chosen Bull King has rushed down from the altar and rushed to the people.

It is unlucky to injure the bull king, and everyone avoids it.

People kept being pushed, mothers calling their children, and children calling their parents one after another.

Crying, shouting, and cursing were endless. It was originally a happy day, but it turned into a human tragedy.

"Control the Bull King." Mo Yiye shouted loudly as if waking up from a dream.

He was rushed from the field by the crowd.

At this time, Linglong was the closest to the out-of-control Niu Wang. She heard Mo Yi's voice, jumped up, lightly landed on the Niu Wang's back, bent down, locked the Niu King's throat with her elbow, and pulled back hard.

Niu Wang was in pain, and he swayed from side to side, trying to throw Linglong off.

Linglong is a woman after all, the strength in her hands is gradually lacking, the veins on her forehead are protruding, her face is already flushed from suffocation, she gritted her teeth, and insisted not to let go.

With the strong shaking of the bull king, Linglong was almost thrown off several times.

"What are you doing standing there! Why don't you go up and control the Bull King?" Seeing Linglong being thrown into the air, Mo Er shouted sharply.

The soldiers on the scene were afraid to start, and they all shrank back, leaving only Linglong and Niu Wang in the middle of the field.

"Do it!" Mo Er shouted sharply.

There was still no one, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt lingering fear and stood still not daring to move.

"Those who retreat, shoot and kill!" Mo Er was really anxious, almost hysterical.

Under the heavy pressure, the first soldier stepped forward, and more and more soldiers emerged. They surrounded the Bull King, stuck their spears in it, and controlled it in the middle.

When Linglong was helped down, her feet were limp, and she almost fell to the ground after taking two steps.

"Linglong, are you okay?" Mo Er's concern is obvious, even though there is still a long distance, Mo Yi can see it, he gradually remembered the rumors in the city, many people said that Mo Er and Xi The brothers and sisters at home both had legs, and a lump arose in their hearts.

Linglong dodged for a moment, past Mo Er's hand that wanted to help her: "It's okay."

"It's fine." Mo Er withdrew his hand and rubbed his nose in embarrassment. He was too anxious just now, and he forgot to avoid suspicion. At this moment, he thought of it, moved out of the way, and asked Linglong to pass.

I don't know who started it: "It's the second prince who caused the bull king to go crazy."

The people who had recovered from the panic needed a vent, and Mo Er was the first to bear the brunt. In the past years, Mo Yi had never had any troubles as the officiant, especially after Mo Er fed the Niu Wang fodder, the Niu Wang began to go crazy.

Anyone with eyes would doubt Mo Er.

"The bull king is angry, it must be indicating that there will be no harvest this year."

A voice sounded, and then more and more voices sounded. The common people are the best at making up their minds. They have already imagined that there will be no harvest at the end of the year, and there will be starvation everywhere. Some people even feel hungry.

"Kill the second prince to sacrifice to the bull king."

The voice was weak at first, but gradually converged into a big river, and the waves of public opinion swept Mo Er.

Mo Er is good at speaking, but he can't argue with a hundred words.

In front of so many people, the bull king went crazy. He was not only the officiant, but also touched the bull king.He couldn't explain the current situation even if he had eight mouths.