On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

With the tea in his mouth, he couldn't swallow it when he washed it, and he couldn't spit it out, and he stared blankly at Mo Er.

"You spit it out quickly."

Although Mo Er suppressed his tone a little because of the palace man standing on the side, so that his tone would not sound particularly urgent, Xi Xian still noticed the mere hint of anxiety.

He frowned and glared at Mo Er, then spit out the tea in his mouth: "Come here, take some water and rinse your mouth."

The clear water was brought in front of him, but he didn't answer it. He snorted softly and did a great job, lying on his back on the chair, as if his bones had been taken away: "If you make tea here, it's like rinsing. It seems to be drooling, our dog drinks better than this, why, does Mo Yi look down on you? Let you fool me like this."

Originally, when he entered the palace gate, he had already searched his body once, and removed the weapons that these chiefs and chiefs carried with them, but Xi Xian had just been called from the arena, and he was still holding the whip he used when he went to the arena.

With a light flick of his wrist, the long whip was like a spirit snake coming out of its body, wrapped in the wind, and landed on a young eunuch holding a teacup.

The little eunuch groaned, and knelt down on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

Mo Er can somewhat guess the intention of washing out, it is nothing more than killing chickens to scare monkeys.But how many people were ambushed in this temple is still an unknown mystery.

Two fists are no match for four hands, Mo Er winked and signaled Xi Xian to get away quickly.

However, Xi Xian sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, motionless.

"I don't know if there is a winner or not outside, why don't you go out and have a look?" A pun, Mo Er didn't expect Xixian to hear some tricks, but only hoped that it would arouse his competitive spirit, and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible .

"It's not an important game. I have won it for seven or eight years, so I just give others a chance."

Xixian's refusal straight away put Mo Er in an embarrassing position.

He had already agreed to Mo Yi's action, and the other party's eyeliner was all around him, and the dagger that was placed next to his chest turned into a hot potato, burning Mo Er's mouth dry.

However, before Mo Er could think about it properly, the killer hiding in the hall appeared.

Not too many and not too few, eight men in black surrounded Xi Xian.

All of them hold sharp knives.Mo Er couldn't help but take a deep breath from the cold blade.

Xi Xian was calm and relaxed, still sitting still, knocking the armrest with his left hand, and could even distinguish a few tunes by listening carefully, even though there were many noises mixed in, Mo Er still heard a tune that was out of tune "House of Flying Daggers".

At the same time, he gripped the whip tightly with his right hand.

The two sides confronted each other for about half a stick of incense, and no one moved. The hall was so quiet that even a slightly heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

The little eunuch who had just been whipped by Xi Xian couldn't help but sneezed, which woke up the whole room.

Xi Xian took the lead and kicked the seat over while jumping up.

The long whip swayed away, like a wave, layer by layer, seemingly weak and calm, but it contained a mighty force underneath it, destroying everything it went, and the eight people who were swept by the whip had their necks swollen. There is an extra red line.

With a bang, they all fell to the ground, kicking up a room full of dust.

"Are you going to kill me too?" Xi Xian resumed his original foolishness, tilted his head, and cast a sideways glance at Mo Er.

The elder brother in purple clothes stood in the middle of the ground with his hands behind his back, facing the sun, telling Mo Er to look down on the expression on his face.

Mo Er cherishes his life, since he has vaguely detected the other party's killing intent, how can he not smile: "What are you talking about, if I didn't remind you just now, where would you have the opportunity to stand here and play prestige?" .”

Xi Xian burst out laughing: "You are so funny, I'll scare you, your face is so pale that you can almost catch up with Xiaocui."

"Who is Xiaocui?"

"A girl from Yihong Courtyard."

Yihong Courtyard is the largest place for fireworks in Panyu City.

Mo Er's face flushed instantly, almost bleeding.

"So what's the matter?" Xixian has a keen intuition, and he found something wrong in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't find the cause of depression: "I just made a harmless little joke with you, and I didn't blame you. If you want to kill me, it's better for you to show me face first."

Mo Er thought of the New Year's Eve the year before last, when the palace servants trampled on him and made him a part of the drama, he was just a big boy, the anger that he could bear back then surged up again, and he kept it in his heart. The whole Panyu city looked at him like this, and he could be compared with a prostitute who was as good as he could be.

Mo Er snorted coldly, and almost couldn't choose what to say: "Shame me, how could I dare to flirt with Mr. Xi. I'm just a bastard with a low life, who can give me such a big face."

Xi Xian was dumbfounded by this robbing.

After much deliberation, he couldn't figure out why Mo Er was angry, but the eunuch in the inner palace was not a human being, and today's play failed, and their lives were in Xi Xian's hands.

Therefore, the slightly older eunuch tremblingly came to Xixian, and said in a low voice: "The eldest son compares a lowly woman from the land of fireworks with the second prince, and the second prince will naturally be angry."

It was a fluke for the old eunuch to guess what Mo Er was angry about.

What he said was ambiguous, probably because he was misled by Xi Xian's words just now, thinking that Mo Er was jealous.

Xixian often walks by the river, and he has some ability to recognize people and listen to voices. For a while, he also got a big red face.

"It's not... I'm just... just..." The interruption just confirmed the old eunuch's conjecture, and the ambiguous relationship between the two of them was confirmed in the inner palace.

"You are nothing! You are not!" Mo Er was too lazy to correct his relationship with Xixian.

Xixian, who was stunned by the yelling, was obviously a little inconceivable, and then felt that he was thinking too much. Mo Er, who sees clearly and stays out of things, can be interesting to anyone, so he couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Cui That girl has a dark complexion, and she thinks that being dark doesn't look good, so she puts on a big white face every time she sees people, and her makeup is as thick as putty on a wall."

Most likely it was Xiaocui's pale face that appeared in front of Xixian's eyes, and he laughed so hard that he couldn't speak clearly.

Mo Er froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.Although Xixian didn't finish his speech, he could also figure out the meaning of it. This guy was probably laughing at him, whose face turned pale from fright just now, compared to Xiao Cui's putty face.

"You don't know, she thinks Taibai looks listless, so she puts rouge on her cheeks, two big patches of red."

This is another joke that Mo Er blushed just now.

Mo Er raised his eyebrows as if he was heartbroken: "I never expected that Mr. Xi has fallen to this point. It's really a pity that Mr. Xi's beauty is in vain. It's fine if he can't have a beautiful woman in his arms, and there is still a beauty and a beast. What a pity! What a pity!"

In terms of blocking people, ten Xixians are not Mo Er's opponents.

"You are being so rude, be careful I will beat you!"

Mo Er couldn't help laughing, but the bright feather arrows outside the hall made Mo Er pull the door of the hall behind him.