"You already knew?" "Know! On the day of the Lantern Festival, when the ukisheng hall caught fire, I saw you jumping off the eaves, and I knew it was you! ”

Murong Qian looked at Mo Sheng, "I almost thought that the first painter of the Central Plains was a henchman of King Yan!" But I know that King Yan doesn't have this ability! I wouldn't be wrong! ”

"Do you know why I assassinated you that day, and why do I entrust Light Dust to you now?"

"Because my eyes are heavy, I was an ancient emperor in my previous life - Shun!"

Murong Qian's sword eyebrows were horizontal, and his eyes were shining, "If anyone in this world is qualified to have an ancient artifact, that person is me!" If there is anyone in this world who can resist the ancient artifact, that person is also me! Back then, you didn't want me to discover the Magnolia Mirror, but now, you want me to protect Hun Qingchen. ”

"Sure enough, Leng Yueping told you a lot of things!"

A trace of worry floated through Mo Sheng's eyes, "However, the Mulan Mirror is an ancient artifact, but the Later Zhou Dynasty did not destroy Shu, but instead turned to attack the Southern Tang Dynasty, and Hou Shu can still be extended in such a situation, it is enough to see the power of the Mulan Mirror!" Now that the enchantment is wide open, the mana of the cold moon screen is increasing day by day, and the injury of Qingchen makes me worry that the situation will one day get out of control......"

Murong Qian shook his head and stopped Mo Sheng's words: "Ping'er, she's just a child!" ”

"But she'll grow up one day!"

Mo Sheng stared at Murong Qian and said slowly, "When people grow up, many things will change!" ”

Murong Qian was slightly stunned, and the edge in his eyes gradually weakened.

No matter how majestic he was in his previous life, in this life, he was just an unfavored prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty, with no divine power, he couldn't resist the power of the artifact at all, so how could he protect Qingchen?

"But, Murong Qian, I believe in you, you, will not change!"

Mo Sheng's voice was calm, which made people's hearts calm, "I also believe that after I leave, I will be fine!" ”

Maybe if you fix the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", you can find a solution!

Murong stared at Mo Sheng lightly, and said half-loudly: "After you leave...... There will be no more Hanlin Bachelors in the Southern Tang Dynasty! ”

"Li Congjia, your literary talent is not below me, it's just that you are destined not to be just a Hanlin bachelor who is obsessed with literature and ink!"

Mo Sheng's eyes looked at Murong Qian deeply, "The border of the Southern Han Dynasty has been stabilized, and Li Hongyi, the king of Yan, will return to the dynasty in a few days, have you figured out how to deal with it?" ”

Murong Qian's eyes were resolute, and his tone was calm: "If you come, you will be safe!" ”

Mo Sheng moved his lips, and did not say a word about Murong Qian's resoluteness after all.

He turned his head to look into the distance, and only after a half-loud sound did he say lightly: "That...... Do you still blame me about the light dust? ”

After Murong Qian was silent for a long time, there was finally an indifferent smile on his lips: "The light dust is all put down, what else can't I let go!" What's more, you will always be my most respected Master! ”

Mo Sheng looked at Murong Qian, and advised: "Li Congjia, the situation is dangerous, the country is unstable, no matter what, remember, Taoguang is obscure, and Mingzhe protects himself!" ”

Before he found a solution, he hoped that Murong Qian and Hun Qingchen would be safe and sound, waiting for him to return.

Murong Qian bowed his hand: "I will definitely keep in mind Mr.'s teaching!" ”

Mo Sheng's eyes flashed with relief, and he took out an ink-colored jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Murong Qian: "You can accept this jade bottle for the time being, and the right should be a peace of mind that I am asking for." ”

When Murong Qian saw this, he couldn't help but be surprised, and hesitated: "This is not ......"

"I wish you and Qingchen all the best in the future, and everything will be good!"

Mo Sheng said goodbye to Murong Qian, "After this farewell, there will be no time in the future!" ”

Murong Qian put the ink-colored jade bottle into his sleeve and bowed to Mo Sheng: "Take care, sir!" ”

The autumn sunset is draped on Mo Sheng's body, and in the fallen leaves, it outlines a lonely shadow.

Step by step, disappearing into the burning of the withered and glorious maple leaves, step by step, towards the distance, no longer looking back.