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"However, what you said also makes sense, can I understand that you are causing trouble?" The little general smiled suddenly, making Mo Li shake his head. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

People who usually seem indifferent will suddenly smile and give people a sense of unreality and want to collect.

Perhaps this is what people often say that scarcity is expensive.

"No, it's a joy for all."

Mo Li smiled slightly, it was so easy to talk to smart people.

In this way, Mo Li and the little general reached a consensus, and Mo Li believed that as long as Wang Jiaken took action, then Fu Jian might not even have a chance to meet her.

"I have a feeling that I am raising tigers, and if I could, I would really like to kill you now."

The words of the little general were cold, without a trace of adulteration.

"It's a pity that you can't kill it."

Mo Li stood up, turned his back to the little general, and said lightly.

Of course, she knew that the little general wanted to kill her, not only the little general, but even Wang Meng was asking Fu Jian to kill the children of the Murong family before he died.

It's just that Fu Jian wanted to smile at Pomeranian, but he was also stubborn and self-serving, and he believed in his personality charm too much, so he didn't listen to Wang Meng at all.

Back in the group of slaves, Mo Li saw Princess Qinghe's inexplicable eyes.

"Emperor Feng, have you really joined forces with the Wang family to break my Murong family's country?" Princess Qinghe looked Mo Li up and down, her eyes were weird, making people feel cold all over her body.

Mo Li sneered, the root of human inferiority is like this.

You can only suffer with them, and if your treatment is superior to that of others, there will always be some rumors, like weeds growing in the wind, which instantly fill the entire slave group.

"Sister Huang, don't you know that I, as the Great Sima, have never taken a step out of Yecheng?"

"How to collude?"

"It's better to think about how to live your life later when you have this time to think about it."

The Yan State was still defeated with ten times the strength of the Qin army, didn't he reflect on the reason for this?

Qin is rich and strong, appointing people on the basis of merit, no matter what Fu Jian's character is, as an emperor, he opened up the territory and defended the country, and did a good job.

What about Dayan? When others are training, Dayan is comparing beauty, and when others are reading poetry and books, Dayan is still comparing beauty.

The custom of taking beauty as beauty left over from the Wei and Jin dynasties seriously affected all aspects of Dayan's life.

"Emperor Feng, I'm your imperial sister." Princess Qinghe couldn't stand the contempt in Mo Li's eyes, and said angrily.

"Imperial sister? Where is the kingdom and where is the imperial power? ”

To be honest, Mo Li didn't want to have any conflict with Princess Qinghe.

It is said that since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world, and Princess Qinghe is also a poor person.

Compared with Murong Chong's last vigorous rebellion and ascension to the throne as emperor, Princess Qinghe was silent, quiet and did not leave a bubble in history, and even became a mystery about life and death.

used to be a high-ranking princess, and later a concubine who favored the harem, and then disappeared from the world.

"Sister, being alive is the most important thing." Mo Li glanced at Princess Qinghe, and didn't say anything more, so let's do it for myself.

Isn't this Murong clan miserable enough? Now it's all about infighting.

To be honest, even if such a country is not destroyed by Fu Jian, it will be annexed by other countries, and it seems that Murong Chong also knew this and did not mention any family and country enmity.

The general trend of history is like this, and there are laws of success and failure.

The weather was getting colder, the snow was falling, and countless slaves were frozen to death, and Mo Li helped as much as he could, but many of the old, weak, sick and disabled died on this long journey.

Arriving in Chang'an, it was already the season of spring after the New Year, and a long journey of eating and sleeping in the open seemed to have worn out everyone's fighting spirit and ambition, succumbed to the status quo, and accepted his identity as a slave to the country.

"You are the prince of the Murong family who has been beautiful since he was a child and has a small character Phoenix Emperor?"

Mo Li still met Fu Jian, just like the original owner and Fu Jian met in the plot, as if fate could not escape, and they could not escape.

Mo Li clearly saw the obsession and amazement in Fu Jian's eyes, yes, anyone who sees this face will be ashamed of themselves.

It is a gift from God to give a beautiful face, so Mo Li has never thought of disfigurement to complete the task.

She likes beauties, and she also likes the face of the original owner, even if she looks happy in the process of completing the task.

But is this Fu Jian a little ugly, as a generation of heroes and strategies, the emperor who fought in all directions will naturally not be obscene, but he is short in stature and has a hideous face.

"Yes." Mo Li raised his head straight, did not dodge, and said calmly.

She believed that the Wang family had already dealt with the question of her whereabouts, even if Fu Jian was amazing, she couldn't eat it.

However, seriously speaking, this Fu Jian is really not a thing, and at her time, it can be regarded as child molestation.

You must know that Murong was only twelve years old when he rushed into the forbidden palace.

A twelve-year-old child, holding grudges, and psychological distortion should also be.

The longer she stayed in this mission world, the more Mo Li was able to appreciate Murong Chong's talent.

Originally, a proud son of heaven who was educated by royal benevolence and grew up in the golden mean, learned to be rich and rich, and had good ability, how could he endure the life of a female ambush and a ghost.

It was already not easy for him to endure to the point of rebelling instead of assassinating Fu Jian in the deep palace.

Otherwise, how could the people of the Murong clan live so smoothly and nourishingly in Chang'an.

"Wonderful, wonderful." Fu Jian's clapping appearance seemed a little more funny to Mo Li, like the amusement of a clown.

It's no wonder that Murong Chong doesn't look down on Fu Jian, it's really that Fu Jian is not worthy of Murong Chong in any aspect.

Except for the current status of the prisoner.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor. Didn't Murong Chong also fight back in the end and take revenge?

"I wonder if you want to enter the Purple Palace?"

Even if Wang Meng opened his mouth in advance to settle Murong Chong, Fu Jian still couldn't help but want to open his mouth to fight, after all, the three thousand beauties of the harem were not as good as a phoenix emperor.

Fenghuang, as expected, is worthy of these two words.

"I don't want to, a good man is home all over the world, how can he stay in the deep palace."

Mo Li's casual and natural answer made the little general on the side sweat, this Murong Chong really dared to say anything.

Could it be that Murong Chong, as a royal man, didn't know that the emperor was angry and ambushed millions of corpses?

This hanger has no decent appearance, how did he get praised?

Could it be that the achievement really depends on that male and female, delicate face that eclipses women?

If Mo Li knew what the little general was thinking, he would definitely nod, the degree of the Murong family's love for beauty is really ancient and modern, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach.