At the Danqi, through the heavy rain curtain, two noble figures stood quietly and looming.

The hem of the beautiful dress was slightly soaked by the splashing rain, and the rain that fell along the cornices was also collected under the feet. Just standing can put a lot of pressure on people's faces. That kind of momentum that is not angry and mighty, even without words, can faintly disperse in all directions, making people feel like they are willing to bow down.

Mo Xiyu still holds the jade in one hand, but the other hand is behind him, and his standing figure is extremely elegant. The eyes that were similar to the most noble people of the Dayue Dynasty were unpleasant, dark like a bottomless dark hole.

The figure, a moment ago, was a slightly sickly but somewhat staggering light yellow under the reflection of the glass lamp, but now it was floating in the cool rain scattered everywhere with the wind, a little gloomy and a little decadent. The light in the jade base was a little pale, and the lantern faintly went out and reappeared, which was very strange. I couldn't see clearly, but it seemed that in a moment of electric switching, I could see the traces of red slowly spreading, until they were diluted by the water, and the bright red became lighter.

Even if it's a little far away, it's still conceivable that the person is getting in less air than out. Twenty boards are enough to kill a weak palace maid. In my impression, I often see scenes similar to those of today. The prince, who is ridiculously brave or pitifully stupid, his nominal brother by blood, always does something despicable that is shameful to talk about. His father was always disgusted with him, and he never even said anything in response. A look, a simple command, can punish him severely, and make him wander between life and death for days.

Mo Xiyu's fingers holding the jade wat curled slightly, not knowing whether to hate or pity the shallow and ignorant person.

Prince, what a noble status, but that person can only live so humble, live so humiliating without knowing it. Although there are not many tricks and conspiracies in the palace now, even if there are, they are mostly aimed at him. Carefully calculated, he can live freely and safely, and he needs to be counted as a credit.

In the past ten years, there have been more than 100 assassinations in the palace, most of which have appeared in the Liaoting Palace. With such frequent dark arrows and open guns, he can survive and survive to this day, I don't know if it's fortunate or unlucky. If he can't make it, he will be lucky to get out of this world where all the negativity is only for him as soon as possible.

Now, in half a year, it will be his coming-of-age ceremony. Those hidden forces have basically been solved by his father and Xia Taifu Shuqing, and at that time, he can really be given the title of "prince" at the coming-of-age ceremony. And he, Mo Beichen, is afraid that there will be no good end. In many dynasties, the deposed prince had only one end - death. The throne of the Crown Prince can never be in danger of being usurped. Even if he didn't do it, how could his father and Xia Taifu leave him to live in peace.

Yesterday, that mediocre man had been successfully drugged by the fourth brother, but today he is still so arrogant and seeking revenge, he is really ignorant and stupid. Hua Guifei may be right, the prince is a poor man. Everything he does, perhaps, only wants to prove his existence, just wants to get the attention of others.

It's just that if he can die in court today, it may be worth everyone's happiness, especially himself. In this way, a lot of pain can be saved in the future.

Mo Xiyu had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his face was not a little missing. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and tonight is another annoying rainy night.

The fourth prince Mo Nanhuan, who was standing beside him, did not show any childishness on his face, the pair of outstanding phoenix eyes looked straight ahead at this time, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his beautiful eyes were shrouded in the cruelty and ruthlessness of blood-devouring, just like the beast that bites the throat of its prey in the dark and deep forest, beautiful and cruel.

His head tilted slightly, and his voice, which had not yet fully changed his voice, sounded like touching a slightly raised embroidery when he touched a silk as smooth as water, a little abrupt but surprisingly coordinated.

"I'm afraid that once he passes today, he will only have half a life left. ”

Mo Xiyu smiled lightly: "Isn't this what you want?" The tone was rhetorical, but with complete affirmation.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Mo Nanhuan chuckled: "The third brother still understands me." How did I know this hard-nosed bed bug could be so bold. You dare to provoke me today. Otherwise, I'll put him on ten boards at most. ”

Sighing helplessly, Mo Xiyu unconsciously brought a doting tone: "Fourth brother, you are not too young." Those scheming and scheming don't have to play on big things, just play with children's tempers. ”

Mo Nanhuan's gaze returned to the person who seemed to have fallen into a coma in the court, and there was a little disgust in his eyes. The young and youthful body of the young man looks like a mature and vigorous cheetah at the moment, with a blood-devouring light, which is frightening and unsettling.

"I just hate him. If I have the opportunity to teach him a lesson, then I will definitely take advantage of it. ”

Knowing his thoughts, Moxiyu said no more.

The two were silent for a moment.

"Third brother, I heard that the war in the north has eased, and the eldest brother will return in the near future. Mo Nanhuan asked.

"Definitely. My father has received a secret report. The dispute in the North Court is already in sight. The lord of the country has already begun to come forward to sue for peace. ”

"Yes, it's really as Mrs. Xia expected. The lord of the country is a bully who is afraid of the hard. My eldest brother has been gone for three years, and I miss him a lot. ”

"You're thinking too simply. I'm afraid of fraud. Ten years ago, the lord of the Xiong Yu country inherited his father's business and developed a small country vassal of our dynasty into a big country that could confront our country for several years. And ......"

Mo Xiyu's tone paused slightly, and he was a little teasing: "What Taifu said about 'bullying the soft and fearing the hard' is only a literal meaning. This person is cunning and cunning, as soon as he ascends to power, he unites the weak countries that have two hearts towards our DPRK, and controls them for several years, and does not move against slightly powerful countries such as Bai Yue, and intends to curry favor. The inside story behind this is worth pondering. Taifu said it to the prince, but his words were so simple. Presumably you and the crown prince have the same idea. ”

Mo Nanhuan's face was slightly angry, and he said angrily: "Humo compared me to that mediocre talent. ”

Turning his head to notice Mo Xiyu's expression, knowing that he intended to make a joke of himself, his face softened slightly: "It's just, in this way, the eldest brother is returning at this moment, could there be another insider?"

"Hmm. According to the Shadow Investigation, the Lord of the Xiong Dynasty intended to send his brother to Beijing with the Imperial Brother. You may also bring a summation book. ”

Mo Xiyu rarely made a joke, in Mo Nanhuan's opinion, his expression was a little trance, which was unreal.

"Looks like there's something to do again. Mo Nanhuan seemed to anticipate many interesting things in the near future, and his expression was relaxed and confident.

The kung fu of the conversation between the two is already crying and grabbing the ground below. The prince was beaten with a rod and fainted, the little eunuch beside him cried and shouted, a guard was carefully helping the prince on his shoulder, and several attendants escorting the prince into the palace were a little overwhelmed and in a hurry.

Mo Xiyu looked down, and when he spoke just now, a calm and strong gaze shot straight at him, with a bit of anger and warning. It seems that there are people in the court who are very dissatisfied, but who will that person be?

With a slight smile, he turned around, without saying a word, his light fluttering clothes rippled like a stone into the heart of a wave, and his thoughtful gaze had quietly disappeared.

Mo Nanhuan didn't turn his head, his eyes kept looking down. In the lightning and thunder, the raindrops seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. It's been a lot quieter these days. He tugged at the corners of his mouth. This lesson should be big enough.