The Sanssouci tree in the windless pavilion is full of greenery, and Mo Chen got up early and lay down in the place where he was last night to rest, his slender fingers knocked on the table again and again, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The little monk saw this scene when he stood at the door, holding the bitten pear in his hand, and stood outside the threshold with his feet hesitantly wondering whether to go in or not.

After a long time, the little monk seemed to have made up his mind and stepped in.

"Brother Mochen?" The little monk shouted softly.

"What?" Mo Chen opened his eyes and asked.

"My brother gave me a name, but I was stupid enough to understand what it meant. I know that Brother Mochen has always been smart, so I'm here to ask you. The little monk said with a smile and handed the pear in his hand to Mo Chen's eyes.

Mo Chen had already seen the remnant pear in his hand, and when he heard him say this, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, which made the little monk's scalp tingle.

"Before you tell you the name, do you want to think about something to confess to me?" There was a hint of coldness in Mo Chen's tone.

"Brother Mochen, what are you talking about? I don't understand. The little monk scratched his head with one free hand, with an unknown look.

"The heart of a child, back to the basics. You changed your eldest brother to name you Lixiao. That's a really good name. Mo Chen smiled and smiled, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

However, he sighed deeply in his heart, such a riddle-like conversation was really boring, especially with a child.

"Go play by yourself." The ink dust brushed off the carefree leaves on his body, glanced at the little monk who was in a daze, and got up and walked out of the Windless Pavilion.

It seems that he really needs to talk to Mo Qinglan about it.

The wind lotus pavilion of the imperial garden is built in the middle of the lotus pond, it is summer at this time, when the lotus flowers are in full bloom, the pond is full of pink, and the white lotus flowers are flying in the wind on the delicate lotus leaves, reflecting each other, and it is very beautiful.

When she found Mo Qinglan, she was sitting in the Wind Lotus Pavilion in the Imperial Garden, wiping the Ruyue Sword. The breeze blew the broken hair between her sideburns and gently bulged, as if it was itchy, and she raised her hand to smooth the broken hair next to her ear at will, and continued the action just now. When she doesn't speak, she always exudes an aura of indifference and alienation that no one can get close to, such an ordinary and ordinary man's appearance, but it can't be ignored, even the extreme scenery behind her can only become the background.

"Qinglan ......" seemed to have had enough appreciation, and Mo Chen slowly approached and shouted softly.

"Hmm." Mo Qinglan responded, in fact, she already knew that Mochen was coming, but if Mochen didn't come in, she could only pretend that she didn't see it. Because she understood Mochen's intentions.

Really......

"You know it all." Mo Chen sat opposite Mo Qinglan and asked softly.

"Hmm." Mo Qinglan answered and put away the Ruyue Sword.

Mo Chen looked at Mo Qinglan intently, his hands clenched slightly, and there was a hidden unhappiness between his eyebrows.

The fragrance of lotus leaves in the breeze can't cover the tense atmosphere between the two.

"That's it." After a long time, Mochen made a compromise and sighed lightly.

Mo Chen's concession made Mo Qinglan's heart feel a little warmer, and she also slowed down her voice and said:

"I know what you're trying to say. I destroyed his country, and he lost all his family in one night, and he stayed with me so deliberately for nothing more than revenge. Keeping him with me is undoubtedly a poison of great poison. I think he's going to be able to help me three times or twice, and the next thing he's going to do is to throw my fat fish in front of the bounty hunters. ”

"How did you know that he was the last little prince of Li Shengguo?" Mo Chen couldn't help but ask.

Yes, the little monk who was injured by Longma Temple and then saved by the dead is the little prince Li Xiu, who has long since died, which is rumored in everyone's mouth!

"When did you find out?" Mo Qinglan opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

"When we met for the first time, I began to suspect that although Longma Temple was controlled by the army of Yeyang Kingdom, the abbot of Longma Temple was cultivated and supported by Emperor Li since childhood, and his loyalty was recorded in detail in the intelligence of Shadowless Valley, and he would definitely protect the little prince of Li Shengguo. And our whereabouts have always been hidden, and before coming to the Huangci Kingdom, I even sent the dark line of Shadowless Valley to spread the news of your treacherous whereabouts everywhere to confuse everyone's judgment. But we were attacked again and again by unknown people, among whom I later checked, including bounty hunters and dead soldiers of Lai Shengguo. The last time they were attacked in the village, which had already been ambushed by the dead. The porridge he drank in the early morning was drugged by him to increase the stakes of successful assassination. On the way to save me, he asked Ji to leave to save him, so that everyone was in a predicament. He thought he could succeed this time, but he didn't expect to be broken by you. ”

Mo Chen said slowly, and after speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it out in front of Mo Qinglan's eyes.

A portrait of a thin child was sketched on the white paper, with big round eyes and cute little dimples when he laughed.

Mo Qinglan glanced at it and set his eyes on the lotus pond, and said lightly: "The intelligence network of Shadowless Valley is really powerful. ”

Mo Chen smiled and said, "Actually, you already knew, didn't you?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Qinglan nodded and admitted, "I once told you that I killed the abbot of Longma Temple. ”

Mochen nodded, waiting for the following.

"The abbot begged for his own death, I don't know where they found out who I really am, he devised the bitter plan, and I knew I would go to him. He told me everything directly and begged me to take Li Xiu with him. Mo Qinglan explained.

Mo Chen smiled helplessly, daring Mo Qinglan knew Li Xiu's identity early on, and he also asked for verification in many ways, the most serious thing was that they were almost designed by Li Xiu's conspiracy.

"Does he know that you are the one who killed the sky, or the Mo Qinglan who assassinated the sky and the prince?" Mochen asked.

"I know it all." Mo Qinglan replied, speaking of this, she also felt puzzled.

It is said that the abbot of Ryoma Temple can get a glimpse of the past and the future, and the life span of the abbots of the past generations is shorter than ordinary people. Now, his identity is easily known by him, and he can only explain it this way. Ink Dust pondered;

"It's just that I didn't expect Li Xiu's hatred for me to be so deep that everyone is in danger." Mo Qinglan sighed softly, and his eyebrows were also a little bored.

"This abbot seems to know you very well, knowing that Li Xiu will definitely retaliate against you, and also knowing that you will not attack Li Xiu, he is relieved to scatter his own hands. Why did you agree to his request? Mochen said. For the safety of Mo Qinglan, he Mochen worked hard, he thought that Mo Qinglan was just speculating on the true identity of the little monk, how did he know that she was willing to put a poison in her mouth!

He said a word. Mo Qinglan said, his clear eyes were full of firm faith and confidence, and his paralyzed face gradually relaxed, and a smile floated.

"What?" Mo Chen's heart was really curious.