"What do you want to say about this time?" Bai Zimo's eyes stared at the sunset with deep understanding, as if a layer of golden light was sprinkled in his eyes.

said that the fourth prince was assassinated and seriously injured.

Seeing Mu Feilan standing here intact, where does he look like he is injured?

For Bai Zimo's straightforwardness, Mu Feilan smiled softly, "Before I came back, I saw Mrs. Hou. ”

One sentence immediately attracted Bai Zimo's attention, "Have you seen her?"

What can make Bai Zimo lose his temper is probably only to mention things related to Pei Qingqing.

He nervously and eagerly asked Mu Feilan where he looked like the calm and cold Hou Ye.

I have to say that Mu Feilan knows how to grasp people's weaknesses, "Mrs. is very good, Master Hou can rest assured, Zhennan Wang's family takes good care of her, when I see her, she has a child in her womb, and she is good." ”

The last two words, Mu Feilan said as if he was a little embarrassed.

Hearing that Pei Qingqing and the child were very good, Bai Zimo breathed a sigh of relief.

The man's eyes were shining, and he glanced at the humble gentleman in front of him who looked as gentle as jade, "The fourth prince has something to say. ”

Mu Feilan didn't come to him just to tell him about the current situation of his wife and children, right?

"Since Master Hou is straightforward, then I will also say it directly. Mu Feilan stared in the direction of the palace in the distance, "I want to ask Master Hou to help me set things right." ”

In a word, Bai Zimo understood Mu Feilan's intentions.

Mu Xuanling forced the palace, and he needed someone to set things right.

Bai Zimo was silent for a while, didn't agree, didn't agree, but stared into the distance and said, "King Ling, you don't care, I don't care which of you sits in that position." ”

In other words, whether it is Mu Xuanling or Mu Feilan, whoever sits in that position has nothing to do with him.

He is neither a royal family nor a royal family, so why is there any need to get involved in the battle for succession?

No matter who is the emperor, he is the candidate of the war.

"Hou Ye doesn't care who sits in such a position, but Hou Ye doesn't care about the people of the world, doesn't he care about the foundation of the court?" Mu Feilan said in a solemn tone.

He stood with his hands in his hands, as if looking down on the entire heaven and earth, and said in a flickering tone, "Although I am far away from Shenzhao, I know that the Tianfeng Dynasty is worried about internal and external troubles, and my father and King Ling are not good emperors, they don't care about the people of the world, they only hold the power in their hands tightly!

This can be said to be quite disrespectful.

To say it, it is definitely a capital offense.

But in front of Bai Zimo, Mu Feilan really dared to say it.

However, this bluntness made Bai Zimo look at him more, "They are not good emperors, are you? They don't care about the people of the world, do you take care of them?"

He couldn't even imagine how Mu Feilan said these words to him?

The man's gaze was well understood, and he locked on Mu Feilan's face as warm as jade.

Mu Feilan turned his head and looked directly at him with a firm gaze, "Although I don't dare to say that I am a good emperor, I will not be bent on getting rid of the pillars of Tianfeng, I will not destroy the country, and I will not dig my own grave." ”

word by word, Mu Feilan's words were powerful.

When Bai Zimo heard this, his eyebrows twitched, "Are you talking about Ben Hou?"

Whether it was Emperor Qian, or Mu Xuanling, they all wanted to put him to death.

Mu Feilan's words made Bai Zimo interested.

One sentence of self-destruction and one sentence of self-digging of the grave made Bai Zimo look at Mu Feilan again.

Not to mention anything else, Mu Feilan's mind is more than one grade higher than that of Emperor Qian.

Mu Feilan hooked his lips and smiled, then bowed slightly to Bai Zimo and bowed, "This Tianfeng country, I am willing to protect it with Hou Ye, and please give me a chance." ”

He has been a hostage for many years, his power in the DPRK and China is insufficient, and he has no soldiers and horses in his hands, so it is difficult to succeed without Bai Zimo's help.

Not to mention anything else, at least Bai Zimo saw the word 'responsibility' on Mu Feilan.

I don't know how long it was silent, only the breeze blew on the hem of Bai Zimo's clothes.

"Go back to the palace tomorrow and remember your promise today. ”

In the end, Bai Zimo left a sentence and left.

When Mu Feilan looked up, he only saw Bai Zimo's elegant back.

The corners of his mouth went up, and he waited for tomorrow.

......

In the fifteenth year of Tianyuan, when the first peach blossom bloomed in spring, Jingshi ushered in a war on the side of the Qing monarch and set things right.

Led by the four princes who returned from the battle, and the Zhenyuan general Pei Shaofeng helped to lead the troops into the palace to rescue His Majesty.

A hundred flowers are flying, and blood is splashed in the imperial city.

King Ling plotted to usurp the throne, and everyone was punished!

In the huge palace of diligence, there was a dead silence.

Mu Xuanling was wearing armor and sitting on the dragon chair, and the whole person was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

The shouts of killing outside the hall were endless.

Bai Zimo and Mu Feilan attacked, and he was already defeated.

"Brother Ling, you lost. Mu Zhichun's light voice looked particularly ethereal in the empty hall.

"It's you who should close inside and outside, open the palace door, Mu Zhichun, it's this king who looks down on you. Looking at Mu Zhichun under the dragon chair, Mu Xuanling said coldly.

What a hidden Mu Zhichun.

Mu Xuanling's eyes suddenly turned cold, he drew his sword, jumped up from the dragon chair, and stabbed towards Mu Zhichun violently.

Mu Xuanling made a sharp move, and the sword blade slashed through Mu Zhichun's body several times, but Mu Zhichun skillfully avoided it.

For a while, the sound of long swords colliding was constantly heard in the hall.

Hands-on, comparable.

Sure enough, he underestimated Mu Zhichun, and only after the fight did he know that Mu Zhichun's martial arts were so high.

The blades are constantly staggered, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

Mu Xuanling and Mu Zhichun confronted each other, and both of them had cold eyes.

"Mu Zhichun, you are hiding so deeply. Mu Xuanling's eyes were gloomy and he gritted the socket of his back teeth.

A face-to-face confrontation with Mu Zhichun, no one will let anyone.

"It's not that I'm hiding deeply, it's that Brother Ling Wang has never looked at me in your eyes. Mu Zhichun said disapprerovingly.

It's not that he hides deeply, but that Mu Xuanling has never taken him seriously.

What if you could know what he was hiding?

"Mu Xuanling!"

Just as Mu Xuanling was fighting, a cold sword flew up from outside the hall and shot towards Mu Xuanling.

forced Mu Xuanling back a few steps.

Mu Feilan and Bai Zimo are here.

The cold sword that flew in was Mu Feilan's.

"Fourth brother...... You're back. As soon as he saw Mu Feilan, Mu Zhichun's eyes lit up.

"I'm back, thank you Ah Chun. ”

Mu Zhichun shook his head, he is not hard, the fourth brother is the hardest.

Fortunately, the fourth brother is back.

"Bai Zimo, will you help him too?" After Mu Xuanling gained a firm foothold, he sneered at Bai Zimo in a disdainful tone.

He knew he was losing, but he wouldn't throw it in.

Hasn't Bai Zimo always been self-healing?