Gu Qianling has been eliminated, but those rumors that have spread are not so simple to dispel.

The three of them became tigers, and there were many people who talked about it, and the rumors became the truth.

Tianlan is a demon girl, and the child in her womb is a demon, this concept seems to have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is difficult to change.

Inside the Fengluan Palace.

Mo Huang stood by the window with his hands in his hands, his eyes passed through the window lattice, and fell on a few snow plum trees outside the window, the petals were flying, so beautiful that it was like a fairyland, like a dream.

Behind him was Traceless, who had just arrived from the White Twilight Kingdom.

"But, king, I am afraid that I will ...... do so."

"Do as Gu says."

“…… Be. Traceless paused, "King, there is one more thing, the Immortal Saintess has escaped. ”

"She's alert." Mo Huang sneered coldly.

The woman, probably knowing that he wouldn't let her go so easily, ran away without a trace as soon as she left the Hate Palace.

"Find out, kill without mercy."

Mo Huang stared at Xuemei outside the window and snorted coldly.

Relying on herself to be a saint is really lawless, and there are not some people who she can move?

"Yes." The traceless voice behind him answered in a deep voice and quietly disappeared.

Mo Huang turned around, and on the plum tree outside the window, the white plum blossoms fluttered down, scattered into mud.

After two days of short calm, the court of the White Twilight Kingdom was once again in chaos.

This time, the whole world is in a state of turmoil.

In Fengluan Palace, there is no longer the peace and tranquility of the past, and this time, there is no even the apparent peace.

Syllable!

A book of music folded and fell on the coffee table beside Mo Huang, sweeping off all the teapots and cups on the table, shattering to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Sharp fragments flew everywhere, frightening the palace eunuchs in Fengluan Palace and knelt on their knees, in their memory, this was still the first emperor and Mo Gongzi turned their faces.

Mo Huang's expression, cold and indifferent, waved his hand and ordered them to retreat.

The palace ladies looked at each other, and seeing that Jun Bingwu had no objection, they hurriedly left, for fear that if they took a step slower, they would be used as cannon fodder by these two.

"You'd better explain to me, what's going on?" Jun Bing danced vigorously, and his voice was unprecedented and slaughtering.

Mo Huang calmly picked up the book from the fragments, shook off the fragments on it, unfolded it, glanced at it slightly, and threw it aside coldly.

"The war is the intention of the new emperor of Qingyun Kingdom, why is the emperor to blame me?" Mo Huang asked coldly.

"Mo Huang, are you a three-year-old child? Who is in the hands of the power of Qingyun Kingdom, we all know it? Without the support of your Demon Feather Palace Master, an emperor who has just ascended the throne and has not yet sat down in his seat would be stupid enough to start a war with us? ”

Jun Bingwu sneered, quite a bit sarcastic, and forceful.

Mo Huang pursed his lips and did not answer.

This reaction, in Jun Bingwu's eyes, is a tacit acquiescence.

She suddenly felt extremely ironic, look, the pillow man who lies on her bed every day is actually the one who calculates her the most and deals with her the most ruthlessly.

Obviously, she made up her mind last night to let go of the mustard and doubts in her heart and try to obey her heart.

But in the end, it hurts so much.

For the first time, she felt pathetic.

"Is there a difference between this throne and whether it is yours or mine?" After a long time, Mo Huang finally spit out a sentence lightly.

His tone was unfazed, as if he was just saying that the weather was really good.

This is what I said, and I really took the sentence that yours is mine to the extreme.

"You've finally admitted it." Jun Bingwu sneered and asked sharply: "Mo Huang, when the two countries go to war, do you know how many soldiers will be ambushed in the field, and how many people will be displaced?" What do you do with human life? Trifling? ”

Mo Huang's expression was still unchanged and indifferent, as if the life and death of people in the world had nothing to do with him.

Everyone in the world says that Jun Xianyu is cold-blooded, but Jun Bingwu feels that today, she has finally seen what it is really cold-blooded.

"Okay, even if the lives of the people in the world are in your eyes, even the soil under your feet can't be compared, what about Tianlan? The former emperor of Qingyun Kingdom, whether she and Xian Yu conspired to kill in order to annex Qingyun Kingdom, you know better than anyone else. ”

Jun Bingwu roared, angrily snatched the fold from his hand, fell on his chest, and fell.

The fold was smashed and spread out, and it was clearly written in black and white.

Xia Ziyi's reason for sending troops was to avenge his father......

Mo Huang found a clean place to sit down again, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and replied lightly: "This is the idea of the new emperor of Qingyun Kingdom, I have no right to interfere, and I have no right to change." ”

This problem, like tai chi, everything seems to have returned to square one.

His indifference, his indifference, like the sharpest steel knife, stabbed Jun Bingwu's chest one by one, dripping with blood and pain.

"Mo Huang, since you chose the war between the two countries, I will not show mercy any more." At this point, she didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "See you again, we are enemies." ”

And it's just the enemy......

She smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and walked out the door.

"Jun Bing Dance ......" Mo Huang paused, "Actually, you never believed me. ”

His low voice, which followed the air into her ears, seemed to suppress a complex emotion, which turned a thousand times and was beyond her comprehension.

Jun Bingwu's footsteps at the door paused, she looked up, the wide blue sky on the top of the palace, pure blue, not stained with dust.

But her state of mind has long since lost its original clarity.

Mo Huang, you said that you made me believe you, but the facts are in front of you, and even you admit it, how can you make me believe you?

She laughed self-deprecatingly, an unknown bitterness spreading through her mouth, and she walked away without looking back.

Mo Huang's gaze was fixed in the direction she was leaving, and in her frozen eyes, two deep whirlpools appeared.

It seems that as long as he glances at him, he can make people irreversible.

This war, whether it was led by Mo Huang or not, several people knew it.

But no matter what, it inevitably happened.

Xia Ziyi drove the expedition in person, and the border was in an emergency.

This matter, if you want to solve it, it is actually very simple, as long as the second prince and Jun Bingwu take down this Demon Feather Palace Master, this war will almost be over.

Even if Mo Huang is strong, don't forget, on their side, there is also a Jun Xianyu who is on par with him, not to mention, this is the hinterland of the White Twilight Country, where there are many masters, and it is not impossible to capture him.

But Mo Huang still stayed in the Fengluan Palace leisurely, as if he didn't realize this at all, or rather, he knew everything, but he didn't care at all.

What he cared about was that since the quarrel that day, Jun Bingwu had never taken the initiative to come to him once.