As the palace gate opened, the cold air immediately greeted him. The warm breath was turned into mist, which kept appearing and then disappearing in front of him. The bright sunlight reflected on the snow, reflecting a faint fluorescence. The cold wind blew, the clouds swirled, and a long shadow on the eaves of the nearby porch slowly entered his sight, attracting his attention.

Mo Cang Wuchen's curiosity rose, and he slowly turned behind him, and an evil face came into view. The hesitation in his dark eyes was replaced by firmness, he clenched the sleeve robe in his hand, turned around and strode down the palace road in front of him.

"Are His Royal Highness King Ping sure that he will not wait for the prince to accompany him?" Mo Cang Wuji strode up and kindly reminded: "But I'm afraid you won't be able to wait today, at this time, he is estimated to be playing against his father in the Star Garden." ”

The footsteps stopped suddenly, Mo Cang fell asleep, the side face of the knife suddenly stiffened, and the sleeve robe in his hand was clenched tighter, as if he was trying to restrain the resentment in his heart, and when his heart was calm enough, when his black eyes opened again, his whole face looked extremely gloomy, as if he suddenly lifted the lid of the coffin after lying in the coffin for three days and three nights, and immediately turned his head and glared at Mo Cang Wuji.

Stunned by Mo Cang Wuji's eyes, Mo Cang Wuji couldn't help but take half a step back, a little afraid to look into his eyes. I didn't notice him for a few days, but now when I look closely, the face that was always proud of the spring breeze has become so haggard. Seeing him like this, he, the eldest brother, actually felt a little compassion in his heart. "I haven't talked for a few days, so there's nothing I want to say to this king?"

"It's just a piece of rubbish! What does this king have to say to him? The voice was cold and piercing, faintly with the sound of gnashing teeth, Mo Cang Wuchen's sarcastic eyes swept away on Mo Cang Wuji's face, and he turned sideways and prepared to leave.

A little King Ping would dare to be so contemptuous of him? The look of pity had been replaced by a hideous expression. Seeing that Mo Cang Wuchen wanted to leave, Mo Cang Wuji immediately stepped out to stop him, and a holy decree embroidered with gold silk was blocked, and he smiled contemptuously: "Saying that this king is a waste, are you qualified enough?" ”

Step by step, he slowly approached Mo Cang Wuchen, half lamenting and half ironic: "For more than ten years, you are still a little king of Ping after all, with no power and no power, you think that you can be a noble person in front of people if you fall into the prince, but people treat you as an outcast after all!" Since you can't be used by him, people naturally won't waste time on a waste chess. ”

After that, Mo Cang Wuji raised his eyes and looked at Mo Cang Wuchen, only to find that he was always sleeping, and he couldn't see any expression from him at the moment, so he simply didn't leave him any affection: "You said that you, King Ping, live a lot of money!" In the end, they will only play the trick of borrowing a knife to kill! ”

"Whose knife to borrow?" Mo Cang Wuchen, who was standing with his hands in his hands, frowned suddenly, and sneered.

Hearing Mo Cang Wuchen knowingly ask, Mo Cang Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then responded in a cold voice with great cooperation: "Naturally, I borrowed the king's knife!" ”

"Kill whom?"

"Kill the prince!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately poked the ribs of the dustless sky. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Movicungu fiercely: "Waste! ”

was teased by Mo Cang Wuchen, unable to contain the resentment in his heart, Mo Cang Wuji suddenly raised his hand, eager to twist his arm alive, and let him pay the due price for his words and deeds!

The hatred accumulated in his heart had already ignited the strength of his whole body, and Mo Cang Wuchen's eyes were sharp, and he threw out his wolf-like claws, locking Mo Cang Wuji's throat between his fingers, and constantly forcing him to retreat.

The unguardable attack made Mo Cang Wuji frightened, he struggled to look at the crazy Mo Cang Wuchen, and relied on his faint breath to squeeze out a few threatening words from between his teeth: "This is the palace!" ”

Then he grabbed his hands and tried to break free, and with a "poof" sound, he smashed the holy decree that he regarded as a treasure to the ground. Who knows, the desert has become even worse, almost making him unable to breathe.

There seemed to be a knife light in his pupils, and Mo Cang Wuji forced Mo Cang Wuji to the corner of the palace wall little by little, and his cold thin lips hooked lightly: "What does it feel?" ”

"......" Mocang Wuji gritted his teeth, and was forced to turn pale by Mo Cangwuchen.

"You'd better remember that feeling all the time! When you think about this feeling,

Remind yourself of what you just said! If you let him come back alive next time, this king will definitely kill you!" A pair of long eyebrows that should have been amorous were tightly intertwined at the moment, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

The eyes of the "prince" Cangwolf patrolled and were shocked by this scene in the corner.

The goal has been achieved, Mo Cang Wuchen loosened his fingers, and in his indifferent eyes, Mo Cang Wuji, who was arrogant in the past, knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, which was endless embarrassment.

He threw down a grim look, turned and quickly left, and the holy decree that fell in the dust fell with a large footprint, and all the golden brilliance receded in an instant.

"Lord Wang!" Subconsciously avoiding King Ping's sight, the wolf rushed to Mo Cangwuji's side, and helped him up while gasping: "What did the second prince do to the prince!" ”

"Bastard!" The evil breath that suppressed his heart finally found the breaking point, and Mo Cangwu kicked the wolf to the ground, and starlight flashed in his eyes: "Do you still have the face to come back?" ”

At the same time, looking at the scene of Mo Cang Wuchen's complete disappearance, Mo Cang Wuji's mind kept flooding with the picture of Fang Cai.

He just wanted to test the true intentions of Mo Cang Wuchen's heart, but he didn't expect to force him to such a point! However, I have tried it myself, it is better than guessing with clues, and I can force Mo Cang Wuchen like this, it can be seen that his hatred for the prince has already penetrated into the bone marrow, the so-called deep love, hatred, probably so!

He suddenly felt very funny, the once beloved brother has now become the person who wants him to die the most, if the prince knows this truth one day, the contrast is estimated to be very interesting and interesting! He was looking forward to that day!

"Minions..."The wolf rolled in the dust with his head in his hands, crying extremely miserably: "The slave stares at the prison so hard that not even a small insect can fly out, if the prince escapes, the slave will not be invisible... I'm afraid that the prince has the spiritual ability to ascend to heaven and earth..."

"Enough!" Mo Cang Wuji scolded, among all kinds of causes and effects that have no evidence, Zhao Tingwei and the prince, these two clues are closely linked in his mind. Judging from Zhao Qiu's position in the court today, he speculated that Zhao Qiufu was estimated to be a person under the command of the prince, and as expected, the prince should have been imprisoned under the cover of Zhao Qiufu, so that he could hide from the world!

Seeing Mo Cangwuji's thoughtful look, Cang Wolf put away his self-blame and pathos, and asked timidly: "Lord Wang, now that the prince has returned to the court, the slave, the slave is also... Is there still a life to live? ”

Every time he thinks of the scene where he killed the prince in Xuepi, Cangwolf feels a chill down his spine. After this question, the tears were not controlled at all, and fell from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that the wolf looked like a human and a ghost when he was frightened, Mo Cangwuji suddenly turned his eyes to the holy decree in the dust, was silent for a long time, and said in a suppressed voice: "One day when this king is here, don't think about it!" ”

"Is there any way for the prince?" Listening to Mo Cangwuji's sworn voice, Cang Wolf asked excitedly.

"Since he has a way to get out of the prison of the dead slaves, this king has a way to let him go back obediently!" Mo Cangwuji patted the dust on his robe and said indifferently: "There will always be something in the prison that worries him...... It's time to do your duty! ”

The wolf was puzzled, stopped his breath and looked up at Mo Cangji blankly, and suddenly: "Hmm! Minions get it! ”

As soon as Cangwolf's words fell, Mo Cangwuji coughed violently, and his breathing seemed to be very difficult. Cangwolf hurriedly got up and rubbed on his chest, calming his breath for him, and seeing that he had eased up, he asked in a suppressed voice: "How does the prince plan to calculate this account of the second prince!" ”

"Huh! The best way to destroy a person is not to take away what he wants most, but to give him what he wants most! Mocang Wuji's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an unfathomable smile, which was very cruel.

The sun is shining brightly after the snow. Crystal ice cubes fall from the eaves as if carved out of crystal.

A vermilion glazed window, containing a series of pale distant mountains and some stamens that are not blooming luxuriantly. In such a cold winter, the scenery in the Star Picking Garden is very depressed, there is basically nothing to appreciate, and those seemingly nonexistent flower branches are just decorations, and they can't be entered at all

Eye; On the contrary, it is the continuous mountains in the distance, which attracts the uncertain eyes of the two from time to time.

Although Emperor Mocang has lived in a snow country with snow all year round and is extremely resistant to cold, there are still several heaters in the room. The palace maids cleaned up the stove and quickly withdrew from the quiet room.

"Don't ask, why did my father keep you to play?" Retracting his gaze from a distance, Emperor Mo Cang pointed at the chess pieces in his hand and said suddenly.

"How dare the sons and daughters disobey the will of their father?" Mo Cang Wuxi, who was focused on the chess game, lightly buckled a son, his head was low, and he couldn't see any expression.

"Why don't you dare? You're the Prince! Emperor Mo Cang pinched the sunspot in his hand, couldn't help laughing, and then lowered his eyes and fell, feeling that the atmosphere should not be tense from the beginning, so he said in a flat tone: "In the chess game, you just dare to drop the chess pieces in your hand!" ”

"The retainers obey." Mo Cang Wuxian was silent, his eyes were silent, and his tone was solemn.

"Although the birthday gift given to you by your father has been burned, however, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, as long as your father orders it, you can do it for you!" Emperor Mocang promised, glanced at the prince deeply, and reminded: "It's just that this high-rise building has to be built layer by layer after all, so I can't wait!" ”

"Why should my father bother about this, as long as the world is stable, where will there be no place for his sons? If you really give Erchen that ten thousand zhang of buildings, I am afraid that the height will be unbearable! The voice quietly fell with Bai Zi. What's more, his father once taught his sons that what the Mocang royal family wants, they will never wait and see, but will only hold it tightly in their hands. The building is too tall to be used for viewing, and sometimes, you don't have to stand on a high place to see the world. ”

"In this case, my father promised you not to build this building again, but I hope that one day, you will not regret it." After thinking about it for a long time, Emperor Mocang finally fell into the sunspot in his hand.

Mo Cang grabbed a chess piece without a trace, he glanced at the chessboard, there was a plan in his eyes, and in an instant, the sunspot fell. "No regrets."

Looking at the sudden change in the chess game, Emperor Mo Cang did not worry about it, but smiled, and suddenly remembered a good analogy: "If the chessboard without boundaries is compared to the world, with the view of traces, how to ensure the longevity of the world?" ”

"As long as there is no win or loss on the chessboard, this game of chess will never have an ending, and the world will last forever!" Mo Cang said lightly.

"What if there is no win or loss on the chessboard?"

"Black and white, evenly matched, compete with each other!"

Where would you not understand the deep meaning of Emperor Mocang's words. His father, the emperor, had been reminding him from the beginning to secure the throne of the crown prince! What belongs to him will be his! At this moment, he is the white son in the chess game, and Mocang Wuji is the black son, and he is crowned Mocang Wuji as the regent, so that he can completely compete with himself and achieve the effect of being evenly matched, which is the eternal existence of the world that his father wants!

"The sons dared to use the metaphor of their father to further elaborate."

"Tell me about it."

The black and white fell quietly, making a crisp sound, and a few wisps of green smoke slowly floated from the incense burner.

A smile suddenly flashed in Mo Cang's calm eyes: "The world's eternal existence is actually different from the world's Chang'an. ”

"Oh?" For the world Chang'an, Emperor Mocang seemed interested: "How is Chang'an in the world?" ”

"If you want to make the world Chang'an, then this chess game must be divided into a winner or loser! The winner is king! When Mo Cang Traceless fell again, his tone became extremely tactful.

Hearing the prince's remarks, Emperor Mocang couldn't help but jump out of the corner of his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then heard the words.

"Of course, what my father fantasizes about is a chessboard without borders, and what the son says is just in front of him!"

The curling green smoke invisibly outlined the outlines of two true dragons. As soon as the words fell, he was shocked by all kinds of thoughts, and Emperor Mocang hesitated for a long time when he raised the sunspot in his hand, his face was full of gloom, and finally, the sunspot fell into his hand.

"Father, the son has admitted it." Mo Cang smiled without a trace, and his blue eyes shone with a burst of light.

Looking at the chess game of sudden defeat for a long time, a poignant word finally came from the room.

"After my birthday, I grew up!"