After thinking for a while, Mo Ziqian hurriedly put away all kinds of speculations in his heart, afraid that some pictures that he didn't want to see would appear in his mind later, and even more afraid that after meeting later, the truth would be as he thought.

After a while, there were footsteps behind the door getting closer and closer, his eyes flashed, he quickly sorted out his thoughts, and waited for the man to open the door with a calm smile.

"Mo Shizi, please come in, my master asks you to go to his yard with the little one."

Mo Ziqian nodded, raised his feet and stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ren Abao led him to Qingfeng Garden, and Zhang Liang, who secretly followed him to the Prime Minister's Mansion, appeared to guard his horse.

At this time, in Qingfeng Garden, looking at Yun Jinghua's heroic posture of practicing swords, Zhuge Wuwei, who was leisurely leaning on the back of the chair, said quietly: "I have been an official for four years, and Mo Shizi has never come to visit, and I came here today, but I am really a rare guest." ”

Qingye, who was standing against the trunk of the tree, glanced at him, swept the clouds and shook the clouds, and echoed faintly: "It's quite rare, he came today, presumably because the drunkard didn't mean to drink, master, you have to deal with it well, don't let him succeed." ”

"The drunkard's intention is not to drink...... his eyes have been following Yun Jinghua's rapidly moving figure, and Zhuge Wuwei lifted his lips and smiled. Hehe! It seems that there are treasures in the house of the prime minister that are more remembered than fine wine. ”

"If only you knew it in your heart." Sweeping away the people who were engrossed in sword practice, Aoba reminded Liangliang. "If you are still so careless, beware of the treasures that are already in your house being snatched by others after they are the worst."

But after thinking about it, Yun Jinghua, who had listened to Bao's report just now, and now listened to their master and servant singing and harmonizing here, didn't react at all, and Aoba felt that his master didn't seem to have to worry too much, because for now, all that person's thoughts were on revenge, and he had no time to care about anything else.

Seeing that Yun Jinghua's expression had not been half a wave, a faint light flashed in Zhuge Wuwei's clear phoenix eyes, and a faint arc at the corner of his lips passed quietly.

A volley flip and a meteor to catch the moon, the moment Yun Jinghua landed, he turned around fluently, and rushed towards Zhuge Wuwei with the sword in his hand.

Zhuge Wuwei looked at her with cold eyes, understood what she meant, and calmly met her fierce offensive with murderous aura.

The moment her sword approached him, he leisurely stretched out his left index and middle fingers and gently clamped the tip of her sword, whether she stabbed forward or pulled back, the sword was stuck and could not move.

After trying a few times in a row, she frowned, and her free left hand slapped out the next moment.

Curling his lips and smiling, Zhuge Wuwei calmly stretched out his right palm to meet the blow that she used seventy percent of her internal force.

With a "bang", she was bounced away, let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and quickly retreated back for more than twenty steps to stabilize the backward figure, but the wheelchair that Zhuge Wuwei was sitting in did not move at all.

The moment Mo Ziqian walked into Qingfeng Garden, he just saw the scene where she was ejected, and his heart trembled with anger, and he flew towards her with internal force, and just rushed behind her at the moment when she stabilized her figure, and reached out to support her.

Sensing the familiar aura, she froze and looked back at the person behind her.

When she saw that the person who came turned out to be Mo Ziqian, she was slightly shocked. "Young Master Mo, when did you come?"

"Just arrived!" Mo Ziqian didn't look at her, but stared at the person in the wheelchair with an angry expression, and the words he spat out were full of anger. "Brother Zhuge What are you doing? Take the people in the house to practice? ”

Zhuge Wuwei looked at him for a long time, and smiled faintly for a while. "Mo Shizi, don't come unharmed, I didn't see Mo Shizi in January, except for losing some weight, his temper seems to have grown a lot."

"Yes, I haven't seen you for a month, and I can't imagine that you and I will see each other again." Mo Ziqian's tone was obviously not good, "I never knew that Brother Zhuge had the habit of secretly practicing with people in the mansion, and he didn't even let go of a woman like Miss Mulan. ”

Zhuge Wuwei raised his eyebrows, "Mo Shizi, you seem to have misunderstood something?" ”

"I'm not mistaken, I've seen it with my own eyes, do you still want to say that it's not the truth?"

Yun Jinghua slightly twisted his eyebrows and looked at the two of you, you said a word, and after a while, he understood what the two of them were doing.

After taking a few steps forward to avoid Mo Ziqian's contact, she turned around and looked at him with a faint expression. "Master Mo, you really misunderstood, the truth is not what you imagined, I was practicing swords, and I was just looking for the Prime Minister."

Mo Ziqian was stunned, staring at her suspiciously, "What you said is true?" Don't be afraid of Brother Zhuge because he is the prime minister, don't dare to speak out about his actions, don't worry, if he bullies you, I can take you away, I can take you out of the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

"Mo Gongzi." Yun Jinghua solemnly called, "What I said is true, we are really making a move." As you can see, I'm standing here well, not hurt in the slightest. If you still don't believe me, you can find a doctor to treat me, but at this moment, please go to the Prime Minister to talk about something, and when you are done talking, I can continue to talk to the Prime Minister. ”

Zhuge Wuwei's kung fu is above her, and her plan is to fight with him, and then let him find out her shortcomings, so that she can improve her kung fu in a short time.

Mo Ziqian was still a little unconvinced, and looked at Zhuge Wuwei suspiciously, but Zhuge Wuwei still looked at him with that breezy appearance, but he noticed that Zhuge Wuwei was different from usual, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

His eyes flashed, and he turned his head again and asked Yun Jinghua: "It's really as those people outside said, have you moved to the Prime Minister's Mansion to live?" ”

Yun Jinghua didn't know why he asked this, but when he remembered what she had said to him when they met him on the street that day, and she felt that there was no need to hide it from him or lie to him, she nodded honestly. "Hmm."

"When did you move in?"

"Not a few days ago."

"After we met again that day?"

"Yes."

Neither of them noticed that Zhuge Wuwei, who was listening to their conversation, darkened his eyes, and his hand, which was originally leisurely playing with the sword, quietly clenched the hilt of the sword.

"Why are you moving in? Because there's no place to stay? ”

"......" Yun Jinghua hesitated a little, not knowing how to answer, and whether he needed to answer.

"If you really can't find a place to stay, why don't you tell me? We are friends, and if you tell me, I can help you. ”

Help her? Killing the father and son of the palace family to take revenge, he is afraid that he will not be able to help her, and maybe it will become a stumbling block for her in the future.

Yun Jinghua thought about it and smiled, "Young Master Mo, Xie Lu thank you for your kindness, but the reason why I moved into the Prime Minister's Mansion is not because I don't have a place to stay. ”