On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Mo Er followed Shen Xiang's guidance and stared at the rice paper silently for a long while, but didn't think about it: "What do you mean?"

Shen Xiang seemed to be in disbelief, and laughed loudly: "A person like the Second Prince, how can he not understand the meaning of these two words on my paper? Does the Second Prince not want to understand or does not understand!"

While looking at the words, Mo Er tapped on the corner of the table. This is a habit he has developed over the years. Whenever he encounters unthinkable things, he likes to tap on the table. However, he still can't understand Shen Xiang's meaning.

"What do you mean?" he asked a second time.

Shen Xiang shook his head in disbelief: "Second prince, second prince, people say that people with your face are the most ruthless, and what you say is true! How can you be ignorant of such a simple truth, but I just don’t want to know.”

He simply didn't go around in circles: "Second prince, does the second prince know how many people Ouyue will die in battle every year? I think you don't have a clue. When I was in charge of the Rites and Music Department a few years ago, the annual household registration statistics were basically one year less. There are about a thousand households, especially Dongyue and Luoyue behind the Xilin family, whose population is decreasing every year, and we can count these, but what about those that cannot be counted?"

"If this goes on like this, either the people of Yue will be killed or injured, or the city will be destroyed." Prime Minister Shen took a deep breath: "It has been more than 20 years since Ou and Yue unified Jiuyue. They attacked each other internally, and later fought with Daliang for years, this war seems to have no end, when will it stop, waiting for all the Yue people, men, women and children to die in battle?"

"Our group of rulers opened their mouths to fight, but it was the people of Liming who risked their lives. Children in their teens died on the battlefield without even seeing what the world looked like. I used to be in Xiangjun Sometimes, after a battle, they were all young faces, the young man who asked me how his name was written one second, and his body was lifted in front of me in the next second."

That scene seemed to reappear in front of Vice Minister Shen again, and he burst into tears for a moment, almost choking with sobs.

But Mo Er fell silent. What Deputy Prime Minister Shen said was all true. Years of wars have hollowed out not only Ouyue, but also the people. Too many families are torn apart, but Yueren!Such a proud nation would rather die standing than live on their knees. This is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of the Yue people, something that will never change until death.

"Xing, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering. In the end, it is these people who are suffering, and these people are also the ones who died tragically. I am an old man, and I really can't bear to watch them come and go, moths to the flame." Deputy Shen The prime minister said with awe-inspiring tone, "Whether it is treason or collaborating with the enemy, I am willing to bear the name of this eternal sinner. Even if he dies, his spine will be stabbed and he will have a bad reputation for thousands of years. I only hope to change the way of life for the people."

Mo Er looked at Shen Xiang, his eyes were determined and shining brightly.

"I don't agree with Shen Xiang's point of view. It is better to die with dignity than to live under the fence of others." Yueren's concept permeated into Mo Er's blood, and deeply occupied this body.

Vice-President Shen laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke, and almost breathed his last breath: "Second Prince! I thought you were different from the others and understood the reason behind it, but I thought too much , you are not much different from King Ouyue, you are thinking of the Yue people in name, but in fact it is still for your own self-interest, it is possible that we merged into the main beam, we are not us, we have become something else."

"My lord, do you want to start?"

The sudden appearance of the man in black made Mo Er's heart skip a beat, and he took two steps towards the young man who led him in.

"Second Prince, don't panic, I'm not killing you." Shen Xiang naturally took everything into his eyes and opened his mouth to explain.

Mo Er was doubtful, and still stood still, even stretched out his hand to stop the young man, and stretched his palm towards the young man's neck, toward his throat.

However, Mo Er underestimated the boy's strength, or overestimated his own strength, and the boy easily turned Mo Er's hand behind his back.

"Yi'er, please take a break for the second prince."

Prime Minister Shen's words were nice, but he was tied up and sat for a while.

The boy was also working hard, the hemp rope almost didn't tighten his flesh, and tied Mo Er like a rice dumpling.

After tying it up, he inspected his work with great satisfaction, clapped his hands, and took the time to fix it: "It's up to you, you still want to catch me, and you don't want to look at your bamboo pole as if you can't help the wind, just touch it lightly. fall down."

Mo Er's hands and feet were bound, and the blood in his whole body was not flowing. It was poured into his head along the blood vessels, which was very uncomfortable.

"Can you loosen it up?" It was quite a bargaining tone.

"Don't even think about it."

Deputy Shen couldn't bear to see it, because the boy was too tight, and the hemp rope was tightened into Mo Er's flesh, and he sighed helplessly: "Let's loosen it!"

The young man listened to Deputy Prime Minister Shen's words very much, while muttering and complaining, he tied the rope again, and it was indeed much looser than before, and Mo Er felt that he was alive again.

"Is Prime Minister Shen planning to assassinate Mo Yi?" Mo Er said lazily, as if he mentioned it inadvertently: "Then you are going to push me to be the King of Ouyue, and let me surrender to Liang, right?"

Deputy Prime Minister Shen was noncommittal, looking at Mo Er with a half-smile.

Mo Er also laughed: "Then you don't have to. To tell the truth, the Guangda Liang army attacked the city by itself, and at the latest tomorrow morning, they will also capture Panyu City."

"My current method is the optimal solution, isn't it? Instead of wasting more manpower and material resources and doing unnecessary consumption, it is better to solve this problem without bloodshed."

Mo Er carefully disconnected Prime Minister Shen, savoring what he said over and over again, and asked suddenly: "In this case, why didn't Prime Minister Shen just send someone to kill Ouyue King in the past, and killed Mo Yi and pushed me to the throne? Can you save the people from the fire and water two years earlier?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the young man next to you, Mr. Shen, should be named Li." Mo Eryan smiled at Yanyan, and said exactly how many daughters General Fubo had and who they were married to. Mo Er also knew to some extent. , who can be called Mrs. Shen Xiang's aunt, and is still seventeen or eighteen years old, and there is only one who has entered the palace, the eldest son, the son of Concubine Hui, so the identity of this young man is self-evident.

"It seems that Emperor Wu of Liang is really going to die." Mo Er's smile remained the same: "But he doesn't seem to be very competitive."

Mo Er glanced at Li Yi pointingly, his eyes were full of distrust, the situation in Daliang was exactly as Weiss said that day, the two most favorable competitors now are Prince Hui and King Qin Chong , one is a legitimate heir, and the other holds military power, Li Yi has no advantage at all.

Don't say that Mo Er didn't trust him, even Deputy Prime Minister Shen was twitching in his heart.

"My foreign renter, Zu is General Fubo." Li Yi said suddenly, throwing out his trump card.

However, Mo Er was noncommittal: "General Fubo seems to be the most loyal royalist. The person he supports should be Prince Hui. You, a cheap grandson, can't get cheap from him."

Mo Er easily pierced Li Yi's line of defense, without leaving him any sympathy.

"You're just hearsay. I'm his grandson anyway. How could he not support me?" Li Yi held his head up, with a solemn expression, and he couldn't tell that he was guilty. Mo Er, Mo Er's eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and every little move he makes falls into Mo Er's eyes.

Mo Er calmly said, "General Fubo has fought against Ouyue for more than ten years. I still know what kind of person he is."

Li Yi bit her lip, lowered her head, looked at the ground, tightly twisted her clothes with her fingers, and said nothing.

"Vice Prime Minister Shen, you have chosen a discarded piece. This game of chess seems to be very difficult to play." Mo Er looked at the teacup on the table: "Pour me a cup of tea."

After talking a lot, Mo Er's lips were already dry and white.

Li Yi, who was the closest, reluctantly slapped the tea cup on the table in front of Mo Er, but Mo Er's hands and feet were bound, and he could only sigh while looking at the tea cup.

"Little ghost, can you bring it to me." Mo Er instructed Li Yi very rudely.

No matter how you say it, Li Yi is also a noble prince. He grew up rich and well-clothed. He has never done this kind of servant work, but Mo Er is too miserable, so he couldn't bear it. On Mo Er's lips.

After drinking some water, Mo Er felt much more comfortable.

"How is it, Prime Minister Shen?" At the same time, the man in black sent by Prime Minister Shen also returned, but it seemed that it had no effect.

Listening to the report from the man in black, Xiang Shen's face became more and more gloomy.

"Dare to ask the second prince, where is Patriarch Wei's troops hiding?" Deputy Prime Minister Shen calmed down instantly, as if he was not in a hurry.

Mo Er chuckled: "It seems to be hidden in Fengxian Forest."