"The ministers knocked on the nine princes, and the princes were thousands of years old."

The conversation between Mo Xichen and Sun Qingming and his wife, the virtuous ministers and good generals behind Mo Xichen heard it clearly, and immediately understood Mo Xiang's life experience, no wonder, Mo Xiang would work hard for a faint monarch like Mu Qing!

Because, the rivers and mountains of Cangguo are the home of Moxiang, no matter what the emperor is, Moxiang's flesh and blood are flowing with the blood of the royal family of Cangguo, and guarding the rivers and mountains of Cangguo is to protect his own home.

However, Mo Xiang is so attentive, the Qinghuang is finally a dou who can't be supported, and all kinds of mediocrity have already made the foundation of the already stable and turbulent Cangguo. If the Qinghuang treats Moxiang with courtesy, Cangguo can still stand, but the country is easy to change, the nature is difficult to change, and the Qinghuang, who is naturally suspicious, is very protective of Moxiang.

In the end, Mo Xiang had to rebel, who can blame it?!

"Brothers, hurry up, the true appearance is the tiger falling in Pingyang, thanks to you for not giving up, follow Xichen here, it is Xichen's brother, between brothers, why do you need such a big gift." The cold and cool sound of the clear spring sounded, and the clouds were light and the wind was light, and it was not stained with lead.

"The Nine Princes are the real rulers of the country, and the old ministers have the courage to ask the Nine Princes to replace them."

Cao Cen's loud voice sounded, and in an instant, there was a burst of thunder.

"General Cao, you are mistaken." Mo Xichen pursed his lips almost imperceptibly, and his voice like a clear spring was still faint and cold, "My surname is Mo, and it has nothing to do with the Mu family." ”

For a while, Cao Cen was speechless by Mo Xichen.

Looking at a silver-white robe, a cold and thin slender figure, standing in the wind, and putting the immortal bones of the Buddha and all living beings, it is the divine residence that dominates all time, sacred and inviolable.

How can such a person be worthy of them and other ordinary people to say casually; Such a person has his own unique method, and he is not confined to the dust; Such a person, once he decides something, can no longer be shaken; Such a person is a person who is in one with countless beautiful things in the world, and the white robe is still unstained......

However, if they can persuade Moxiang or not, they must be persuaded and grasp the last glimmer of hope, even if they catch a hedgehog and get their hands full of blood?

Why is the world alive, these, insignificant.

"No matter what Mo Xiang's surname is, Mo Xiang is the savior of the Cangguo, even if it is the savior of the entire Yunze land, there is no doubt about it." Sun Qingming hurriedly said, no matter what Mo Xichen said about his surname, the most important thing now is that Mo Xiang can rule them and restore peace in the world is the most important thing.

"British Gong, General Cao, brothers, everyone get up, the most important thing now is your family, not to study what your surname is......"

Jun's face was cold, and it was a May day in early summer, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter day by day, and as soon as Prime Minister Mo Dacheng said this, the originally hot weather instantly dropped to freezing, and the ministers shivered from the cold.

"Xichen, which one do you say Mu Qing will take next?"

On the other hand, Chu Jue, who has not spoken, Chu Jue, who is dressed in casual green clothes, where is he still the king of a country, dressed in green clothes, the sun shines on Chu Jue's face, and unconsciously, it is faintly dim...... A stunning face like a spring breeze seems to be the most perfect interpretation of sunshine and rain and dew, warm, warm and gentle.

Chu Jue held his chin in one hand, looking at the terrifying scene under the city, there was no wind or waves in his eyes, as if a million troops under the city were pressing the border, staring at the people on the city tower. And he is just a most qualified audience, as if he selects medicinal materials of different quality, and he is full of genuine products in the face of the millions of medicinal materials in the city.

None of this has anything to do with him.

"The Emperor is really powerful-" Different from Chu Jue's Rumu Spring Breeze, Xue Heng, who came up to see the excitement, looked down on the millions of troops under the city behind his back, ignoring the team of Cangguo, but looking at Yanguo, it was a burst of admiration.

I don't know, I thought that Xue Heng was a gentleman who was defeated by the outside of Jinyu, and he was stunned to see that Emperor Du had mobilized 500,000 horses within a month!

"This prince doesn't know that the Yan country is heavy on martial arts, and the emperor himself is the first warrior of the Yan country, and he does have a unique set of opinions about the marching formation." A kind-hearted little general of Qiongguo kindly told Xue Heng.

"Huh-"

Xue Heng sneered disdainfully, looking at the uniform Yanguo army under the city, and sneered disdainfully.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, the marching formation of the Emperor is superior and impeccable, but for Xue Heng, who is countless times better than Xue Du, Xue Du's formation has become unusual, and it has become a chicken rib that is not used in many ways, and the branches are luxuriant, not necessarily the champion of the battle.

"Why is this boy laughing?"

Some people looked at Xue Heng puzzled, I don't know where this face-born son's attendant came out, because Xue Heng and Mo Xichen appeared together, the battle situation was urgent, and no one paid attention to Xue Heng's identity, and now after Xue Heng said this, everyone paid attention to Xue Heng's existence.

"It's nothing, it's just a smile." Xue Heng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to say anything more.

"If the king has any opinion, just open his mouth—"

Chu couldn't help but look at Xue Heng and said.

"The Absolute Emperor has raised Xiao Wang," Xue Heng glanced at Chu Jue, then looked at Mo Xichen, and said leisurely, "The Absolute Emperor and Mo Xiang are responsible for solving the more than 500,000 troops of the Cang Kingdom, although the army of the Yan Kingdom is huge, and each soldier can fight well, but there is no need to worry, just more than 500,000 and hand it over to Xiao Wang to solve it alone." ”

Although he had heard of the prestige of the "God of War King" of the Yan Kingdom, Chu Jue listened to Xue Heng's words, "Just more than 500,000 and leave it to Xiao Wang to solve it alone", he still couldn't help but shudder, what is more than 500,000 is not to be afraid of? Why is it called just leave it to him?

How powerful is the God of War King is also a person, it is said that Xue Heng has one enemy and ten thousand enemies, and there is some credibility, but that is an army of more than 500,000! Among them, there are also 50,000 black iron cavalry, feared iron cavalry.

"Is what King Heng said true?"

Without waiting for Chu Jue to reply, he listened to Mo Xichen's cool voice, low and crisp, and hearty.

"This king never tells lies." Xue Heng replied indifferently, his face was not red or breathless, and a pair of sharp eyes glanced at Xue Du under the city and the army behind Xue Du, full of confidence, and said: "Maybe this king has not been in battle to kill the enemy for many years, and his hands and feet are a little rusty, but it is still more than wrong to deal with the imperial brother who dealt with this king." ”

"Mo Xiang just needs to let out those women and children."

"I'm in trouble with King Heng."

Clenched his fists with both hands to show his gratitude, the city has not yet recovered from the great changes on the city tower, Mo Xichen's low voice of thanks is still in his ears, and he saw the white snow feather fan in Mo Xichen's hand, as in normal days, gently swinging, but this time the feather fan rose towards the city.

In an instant, the yellow sand swept the ground, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the hurricane rolled up countless sand and stones, which had blocked the sight in front of them, and the hurricane was also in the time of a cup of tea, it would have subsided silently, the sun was still shining, the sky was clear, if it weren't for the flags and teams that were blown scattered under the city, people would really think that the hurricane just now was a dream.

And what they have seen is unprecedented, unheard of, unheard of, and unheard of, as if a major hurricane had never happened.

"Why is it so windy all of a sudden?"

"This wind is evil."

"Am I really dreaming?"

The soldiers on both sides of the enemy and the enemy were talking about it, and they all felt that the hurricane just now was strange, but they couldn't say what was strange.

"Jimo, you go and settle down the women and children."

In a word, Mo Xichen's clear spring-like voice instantly washed away the vast wind and dust after the hurricane, and the named Jimo Liuhua woke up like a dream, and naturally responded, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked Mo Xichen: "Mo Xiang, the gust of wind just now was your ......."

"Is that you?"

Mo Xichen didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the eyebrows were full of cold and noble, extremely cold, extremely light, and fairy-like ink, which would never eat the fireworks of the world.

"I'll go." Chilled by Mo Xichen's cold air, Mo Liuhua's voice was still there, and the red bewitching figure seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Actually used light power?! Is he that scary? Mo Xichen couldn't help but scold.

A wisp of familiar fragrance slid across the tip of his nose, and Mo Xichen's long eyebrows like ink frowned slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Yan'er, you go and help Jimo watch a little."

Miss Hua Er pursed her lips unconvinced, walked out of the shadows, looked at Mo Xichen angrily, and said, "You just pretend not to find out, can't you?" ”

"The face never lies."

Six words, gloomy and terrifying, cold and cold, Miss Hua Er shrunk her neck weakly, and her innate pride encouraged her not to admit defeat, "Miss Ben is here, how to drop!" ”

Miss Hua Er put her hands around her chest, nodded Lang Dang's direct look at Mo Xichen, and said domineeringly, listening to a kind of civil and military ears, that is, the youngest daughter's family is coquettish, one by one, look at Hua Qianyan, and then look at Mo Xichen, regardless of men and women, young and old, countless pairs of bright eyes are flashing with gossip small flames, and they have been going on for a long time.

"Lingyun, quickly escort Princess Zhuohua back to Miaoyin Pavilion."

"Subordinates obey." Ling Yun, who had been standing behind Mo Xichen, responded, made a "please" gesture to Hua Qianyan, and said, "Princess Zhuohua, please." ”

Miss Hua Er didn't move at all, she looked at Mo Xichen with a pair of phoenix eyes, and without blinking, she could only see that Prime Minister Mo's handsome face began to have an unnatural fever and heat.

"Yan'er, be obedient." The voice softened a lot, Mo Xichen looked at the person in front of him a little helplessly, what should he do with her? Protect by your side, afraid that this person will see blood and cruelty; Thrown in the room, knowing that there are many people protecting Yan'er, his restless heart is always up and down, and he is not at peace; It's a good idea to hide Yan'er, but he can't let Yan'er feel aggrieved......