Your Highness, please detour when you see this seat

For several days in a row, Mo Wang stayed at Si Jiyun's place and waited quietly for the news of the capital as usual. After all, Si Jiyun was the prince, and he returned to the palace after staying in the mansion for a short time. He didn't show up every day except to send people to deliver some things. Mo Wang was also at ease, meditating and practicing swords to resume his daily life in Bishui Palace.

Yuwen Feifei came here a few times under a pseudonym, because she had been exposed in front of Mo Wang and others and no longer hid it, and liked to pester Situ Ping to discuss.

Mo Wang looked at the two people flying up and down in the courtyard, the expression on his face softened. After a few days of getting along, he could see that Situ Ping had a slight affection for Yuwen Feifei. It's all a happy event.

These years, Situ Ping's life has been surrounded by Bishui Palace and him, and he has neglected a lot of his own life, and he has not seen that woman walk into his heart in the past thirty years.

"bump!"

Yuwen Feifei fell backwards, raised her pretty face, her slightly disheveled hair was drooping on the side of her face, and her watery eyes were imprinted with dissatisfaction: "Come again!"

Situ Ping stretched out his hand and pulled her up with a smile in his eyes: "It's too late. Feifei, where did you come from? From observing your kung fu these days, it seems that it has something to do with me."

"I do not know either."

"I don't know?" Situ Ping was surprised: "How do you say that?"

"Cough cough..."

Facing his focused eyes, Yuwen Feifei saw her figure imprinted in those gentle eyes, a strange feeling emerged in her heart, her pretty face blushed and she coughed twice uncomfortably

"I have never seen the appearance of the master. He said that he was destined for me, so he handed me a few tricks and left a cheat book and left. I thought it was just an ordinary physical strength. The profundity of kung fu.”

"You do it all over again." Mo Wang suddenly stepped forward and ordered unceremoniously.

"You... Presumptuous!"

Yuwen Feifei raised her brows, she is the emperor's princess Duanhe and the most honorable third lady of the Zhongyong Palace. Although she is reconciled to Li, no one can take it lightly. Unexpectedly, this person almost killed her when they met for the first time. To ask her to dance a sword for him, is it okay to treat her like a prostitute?

Mo Wang's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected that she would refuse, he drew his sword and stabbed out without saying a word, Yuwen Feifei had no choice but to go up to the sword, and within the time of a stick of incense, she felt a little overwhelmed, But the pride in her heart made her unwilling to admit defeat, and Mo Wang withdrew her sword and backed away just as she was riding a tiger.

"It really has something to do with him!" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly: "Brother, do you still remember the person who hurt me that day?"

"That mysterious man?" Situ Ping was startled. According to Mo Wang, the mysterious man's kung fu was unfathomable. With the characteristics of the clear water magical skill, he could not recover his internal strength for many days, and even now his internal injuries have not healed.

Thinking of the man of that day, Mo Huang's eyes showed a slight chill: "Not bad! At that time, I discovered that his martial arts came from the same source as mine."

Speaking of this, Mo Wang glanced coldly at Yuwen Feifei and said with a sneer, "Senior Brother, it seems that I overestimated this King Zhongyong."

"What do you mean?"

Yuwen Feifei's pretty face sank, ignoring the undisguised murderous intent in Mo Huang's eyes, she stopped him who wanted to leave and said angrily: "Mo Huang, what did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Wang lowered his head and saw Yuwen Feifei's fragile yet pretending to be strong, swallowed the words on his lips and said coldly: "Yuwen Feifei, with Si Jiyun here, as long as you don't involve the Zhongyong palace and the royal family He will protect you in disputes, and...even if you want to intervene, there is nothing you can do."

After saying that, he waved her hand away and turned to leave indifferently. Yuwen Feifei stood there in a daze and her pretty face turned pale: "Even if you know, so what, nothing can stop or change it."

"Feifei," Situ Ping didn't know how to comfort her, "Wang'er didn't mean anything malicious."

"Brother Situ, I'm fine." Yuwen Feifei shook her head lightly and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The red eye sockets made her look a little fragile: "Feifei envies the relationship between you and him."

"I watched Huan'er grow up, and I took care of everything about him. In my heart, Huan'er is my younger brother." Situ Ping smiled gently, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

Yuwen Feifei looked in the direction where Mo Wang left: "Eldest brother still accompanied me in those years, elder brother, second brother, brother Ji Yun and me, the four of us are almost inseparable, and brother Ji Yun always likes to protect the people around us, So the four of us got into trouble a lot in those years."

She said with a lonely smile: "The eldest brother died in the battle, the second brother followed his father to guard the western region, and the Zhongyong Palace and the royal family were also at odds. My relationship with Brother Ji Yun is not the same as it used to be. Now the one who is protected by him is Mo Wang. .”

"Si Jiyun is protecting him?" Situ Ping was stunned and said with a smile: "Wang'er and Si Jiyun have known each other for less than two months, how can you say that you are protecting him?"

"Brother Ji Yun treats people sincerely, even if the time is short, he will try his best to protect you."

"how do I say this?"

"Brother Situ, this trip to the western region is well known to all civil and military courts. There are undercurrents surging in the court. You returned from the western region, but the imperial court did not find you. Brother Ji Yun suppressed all of this."

Yuwen Feifei looked at Mo Wang who was sitting on the roof looking at the sky, envious and lonely at the same time, and was not in the mood to beg Situ Ping for guidance to leave in a daze.

"I see." Situ Ping's eyes were full of pity.

Mo Wang sat on the roof and listened to all the conversations between Situ and Ping with his skill.

He took out the blood jade unicorn from his bosom and rubbed it affectionately: "Brother, Yu Wenxi is even more insane than I imagined."

Situ Ping lightly stepped on the roof and sat down beside him: "The martial arts of the mysterious man come from the same source as the Bishui Palace, and the predecessor of the Bishui Palace comes from the Ouyang family, an ancient clan of the Xitang Empire. The mysterious man is extremely powerful. It may also come from the Ouyang family. He appeared in the Nine Dragons Mountains and was able to teach Yuwen Feifei. It seems that only Yuwenster colluded with Xitang to explain it."

Unexpectedly, this Yu Wenzhi was even more short-sighted than he imagined, and colluding with Xiqi to seize the throne was undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger.

"Brother, have you ever seen hell?"

Mo Wang raised his head and stared at the distance with a piercing voice: "All around are dazzling cold lights, the sky is full of bright red, screaming fiercely, everyone is mechanically waving the weapons in their hands, watching him numbly piercing the enemy's body, Countless figures are rushing towards you, the person who was still laughing beside you one moment, but the next moment is lying there with his head in a different place, his eyes are only gray with unwillingness."

He sneered and continued: "Conspiracy, greed, war, the consequences of all these crimes are all borne by innocent people, brother, do you think it's ridiculous?"

Situ Ping sighed and looked at Yu Jue in his hand, and said softly: "You can see that Si Jiyun is open-minded, upright, honest, and doesn't like to play power. He is different from Si Kou, and he will be a good emperor in the future .”

The atmosphere froze for an instant, Mo Wang remained silent and his breath gradually became unstable. After a long time, he stood up and jumped, and his solemn promise came from a distance: "Brother, don't worry, if the position in the future is Si Jiyun, Si Xiao White will never appear."

Situ Ping smiled gratifiedly. This promise almost showed Mo Wang's determination to let go of his hatred. He knew how difficult this matter was for Mo Wang, but at least it was a hope.

When Si Jixun just stepped into the mansion, he saw Situ Ping who was full of thoughts. After looking him over, he didn't see Mo Wuwang and said with a smile: "Are all heroes so informal? I really envy Ji Xun."

Situ Ping was stunned and lowered his head to see him looking at him with a smile on his face. His clear eyebrows were teasing. Jun blushed and hurriedly got up and jumped off the roof, clapping his hands and saying, "People in the world are used to being free and don't know the rules. Your Highness the Second Prince laughs at you." .”

"Brother Situ, you don't need to go out, just call me Ji Xun." Si Jixun waved his hand to signal that he shouldn't care: "Is Brother Mo here? Brother Huang, have you been back?"

"Wang'er went out for a while, but His Royal Highness hasn't returned home yet. I don't know if His Royal Highness has something important to do with them?" Situ Ping didn't take Si Ji Xun's words to heart, and saluted slightly.

They have a lifelong friendship with Si Jiyun, but they don't have much friendship with the second prince, some basic etiquette is still required.

"Haven't you returned to the mansion yet?" Si Jixun's eyes dimmed for a moment, giving off a sharp feeling: "It's nothing important, just some trivial matters of the court. Since the emperor's brother has not yet returned to the mansion, I will wait here. I think Brother Huang will be back soon."

Situ Ping was not stupid, of course he knew that Si Jixun was just saying polite things, he asked for Mo Wang's whereabouts as soon as he entered the door, and now he asked for Si Jiyun, obviously this matter had something to do with both of them.

He didn't point out that Mo Huang and the two were not there, so they could only wait with him in the lobby, but unfortunately neither of them came back until the moon set on the western mountain. Seeing that Si Jixun's face was getting darker and darker, the last trace of smile disappeared.

Situ Ping couldn't help but sink, to make a second prince who doesn't care about court disputes wait for such a long time without seeing anyone, it seems that this matter is more serious than he imagined.

"Since the two brothers have not come back, Ji Xun can only temporarily stay at the mansion of the emperor's brother."

After all, without giving Situ Ping time to answer, he flicked his sleeves and left the hall. Si Jixun's indifferent expression finally broke, and his usually calm eyes were filled with anger for the first time, but he didn't know whether the anger was due to Mo Wang or Si Ji. Yun.

"Brother."

Situ Ping was surprised and looked back to see Mo Wang leaning against the pillar in the corridor, because his expression could not be seen clearly against the light: "You... have been there all this time?"

Mo Wang nodded: "I saw him as soon as I went out, and I followed him all the time, but I didn't show up."

"He came to see you and Si Jiyun should have something important to do, why don't you see him?"

"No need." Mo Wang lowered his eyes, pulled out his sharp sword and flicked the blade lightly, and then sneered when he heard the pleasant sound of the sword: "I know what it is."

Situ Ping was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant and couldn't help but turn pale in shock: "Wang Er, you mean..."

"Brother, Si Jiyun will go back home tonight, you don't know anything, I want to hear what he has to say." After Mo Wang finished speaking, his expression became even colder, with no emotion in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Situ Ping felt even more apprehensive. The appearance of Si Jiyun finally relieved Mo Wang's knots. Once this matter is not handled properly, Mo Wang may never let go of his hatred.

He didn't know what was going on, and wanted to persuade him but didn't know where to start, so he could only leave with his heart full.

Mo Wang was the only one left in the hall. He sat at the head with an expressionless face, and he put the sword on the table with a cold breath that forced people to never leave his hand. The abnormal atmosphere made the guards of the mansion stop one after another.

all of a sudden—

"Chong!"

With the sharp sword out of its sheath, it was the first time that Mo Wang felt so difficult to stab with a sword. Maybe he was emotional or maybe he didn't drink a drop of water all afternoon. His voice was cold and hoarse: "Si Jiyun!"

"Brother Huang?" Si Jiyun was shocked, and when he saw that it was Mo Wang, he let out a sigh of relief and waved back the guard who came up and said with a wry smile: "You know?"

Mo Wang sneered: "Si Jiyun, I was born in Jianghu and have no emperor or emperor in my heart. All I rely on is the sword in my hand. Are you really not afraid?"

"No emperor, no emperor? Brother Mo's words, where will the court be, and where will the emperor be?" Si Jixun didn't know when he stood outside the hall, and his smile, which was always like a spring breeze, became a little colder.

"Si Jixun!" Mo Hua's eyes suddenly came close, and in an instant he had appeared behind Si Jixun, and the sharp sword slashed Si Jixun's shirt with a sneering sound.

Mo Wang slashed his sword across his neck, and the fresh/blood dripped a bit bloody/stinky, and his tone was unprecedentedly cold: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, you may as well guess!"

"My brother..."

"Stop it!"

"Go away!"

"puff......"

Mo Wang's murderous aura suddenly erupted and he looked back with a palm. Si Jiyun and the rushing Situ Ping suddenly fell several feet away and couldn't get up for a while, but he himself was filled with murderous intent, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, and he left in a short while. His closest Si Jixun was so shocked by his invisible murderous aura that he bled from the corner of his mouth and fell into a coma.

"Si Jiyun!"

Mo Wang closed his sword and lowered his body full of sword energy. He dropped Si Jixun and walked up to Si Jiyun step by step and said in a low voice: "I once believed Yuwen Feifei's words, I believe you, so you are all the same! Conspiracy, calculation This is your nature, and I actually believe you!"

"Cough cough..."

Si Jiyun coughed up blood in his chest, pushed away the anxious Situ Ping who stood in front of him, and smiled wryly: "My brother, I don't know what Feifei said as a brother, but I, Si Jiyun, have never lied to you at all. Your identities have been exposed. The summoning with the royal father was indeed beyond my expectation, but you also know that the capital is not stable at this time, even though the royal father has ideas, he has no time to take care of him at this time, my brother, I will deal with it before everything happens."

"Trust you? Handle it well?" Mo Huang sneered: "Only you know the identity of this seat. If you didn't instruct Si Kou to know? The imperial court has always coveted the power of martial arts. Can you deny that you didn't use the Palace of Clear Water to use this seat to integrate martial arts? ?”

"I admit that the imperial court wants to control the martial arts, and the emperor also intends to use the Bishui Palace, but my secretary Ji Yun dares to say that Tianmeng vows never had such an idea!"

Mo Wang met his magnanimous gaze and gave a pause to his sword-holding hand. The killing intent in his eyes appeared and disappeared, should he trust Si Jiyun?

If you believe him, will he repeat the same mistakes?

"Don't be foolish!"

I don't know when Si Jixun woke up from the coma. Regardless of the scar on his neck, he looked at Mo Wang's back with a trace of hatred and unreasonable jealousy in his clear eyes: "Do you know how much Brother Huang has done for you? Now How many people in the court oppose him?"

Si Jixun couldn't control his emotions and looked at Si Jiyun and Mo Wang with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, and his usually gentle face was somewhat unwilling and ferocious under the dim light.

"Father summoned your royal brother and insisted on refusing to accept the edict. My uncle persuaded the royal brother to remain unmoved, which made the royal father furious and dismissed him from all positions."