"Is he your son?"

Mu Ju's question is a little inexplicable. Mrs. Qi froze in place.

"Is he your son after all?" Mu Ju repeated with some impatience.

"Naturally, my son was born in October. Besides, don't you ······ it?"

Mu Ju smiled coldly.

"Why do you push him into the fire pit if he is your son?"

"Push him into the fire pit, do you think I want to? Don't you look at me as a foreign woman? I'm just a country man. ”

"Zhaoyao is my son, and I naturally hope that he will always be prosperous and rich. And in this Tibetan Soldier Palace, only the power of the hall master is the greatest, and he, as the son of the hall master, always has the right to fight. The eldest prince Wang Huanzhi is even more established, and some time ago, the hall master pulled him into the palace. This kind of meaning, even a woman like me can see it, Wu Guan, don't you know if you are as smart?"

"The second son, Wang Yi, is also the age of the crown, and my son is only eight years old. How can I not be worried?"

Mu Ju stood up, his face couldn't be seen clearly, but Mrs. Qi's voice slowly lowered and turned into bursts of sobbing.

When, when did this originally gentle and understanding woman become what she is now? Where is the appearance of pear blossoms with rain in front of her?

Mu Ju shook his head and walked to the door.

"Aren't you worried about Zhaoyao······?

"Don't try to test my bottom line, as I told you at the beginning. I can make you a graceful and luxurious Mrs. Qi, and I can beat you back to your original form. I'm not threatening you, you know, I can do it. Also, the girl ring in your room last time, I think her mouth is too sweet and greasy, like she is greedy for a lot of candied fruit, such a delicious and lazy girl, I gave her some silver taels, and let her go home tonight. She probably won't be coming back. ”

"Are you talking about Qian'er?" the breeze blew, and the tips of Mrs. Qi's hair looked a little messy, and she asked tremblingly.

It turned out that he knew it all. Then Mu Ju said that she would not come back, so she really couldn't come back. As soon as she thought of this, Mrs. Qi seemed to have lost her strength, slumped on the ground, and sobbed quietly.

"You can only rot in your stomach with that secret, even if it will no longer be a secret. While I don't hate you that much, while there's still a little affection between us, stop your delusions. ”

"Zhaoyao, I don't look bad at this kid, but fortunately, he is not very old, and many things are in time. For example, I am not that close to my mother. Just let him keep him by my side. Mu Ju said that, and walked out of the door.

"No, Wuguan, you can't take Zhaoyao away from me too much. I am his rightful mother. Mrs. Qi resisted.

"I'm not here to discuss with you. On the fifteenth day of every month, I will allow you to meet with him. Other times, you don't come and disturb him. After speaking, Mu Ju left without looking back.

Don't bother him. I don't want you to disturb him, but that's right, there's no room for negotiation. The meaning is so obvious, Mrs. Qi, who is not smart enough, can also understand it. And Mu Ju has always been true to his words, and no one in the Tibetan Soldiers Hall dares to put his beak. So Mrs. Qi, who had almost lost her loved ones, cried even more sadly, looking at Mu Ju's distant back, she muttered: "So ruthless, so ruthless Mu ······ Chamberlain. ”

Along the way, the moonlight was bright, and Mu Ju's footsteps were a little heavy.

"You go and take Gongzi Zhaoyao and Mr. Jiaoxi to my courtyard and entertain them. ”

"Mrs. Qi's side should also be strictly guarded, don't let her go wrong. ”

No one answered, and no one appeared, only the rustling of the branches and leaves in the forest, and I don't know where the breeze came from.

The people of the rivers and lakes all pay attention to a martial arts friend, one is not convincing with the text, and the other is that the people in the rivers and lakes are uneven, and the truth on the lips cannot be recognized by everyone, so there are not many people who walk all over the world with one mouth. As for meeting friends in writing, that's all a matter for the readers.

The Tibetan Soldier Hall has held many martial arts conferences in the past, but the topics in the past were too ordinary, and they couldn't pick enough saliva, or the disparity in strength was too great, and the excitement was not enough. And this event can be called the most in more than ten years.

Speaking of which, the debate on the way of the qin book last time was quite lively. There are many people who are on the side, saying how Emperor Qin came out of the dust, and Yiqin is almost a preacher, and the Confucianism and Taoism faction only exemplify the Confucian saint Zhou Chenyan alone, which is not inferior in the slightest. Later, he said that Emperor Qin was free, more brilliant than the original Confucian saint, and the tragedy of destroying the door many years ago was famous. However, the scene is still a little cold, just like a pot of boiled cabbage, green and white, and it doesn't look as good as I imagined. Emperor Qin had no heirs, so he naturally lost to the Zhou family, who were the leaders of the world's scholars and scholars.

"Recently, coinciding with the grand event in the rivers and lakes, a heaven-shattering sword appeared in the Zhu family, and Emperor Qin came down and took away the heaven-shattering sword. Later, an unknown swordsman rose up when he heard the wind, first defeated the Eight Great Mountains, and then defeated the top five dead branch old monsters on the Fuyao list, and ascended to the Fuyao list. I don't know whose descendants are the descendants, who have earned enough eyeballs, if you have acquaintances, you may wish to introduce them to our Tibetan Soldier Palace, our big housekeeper is thirsty for this kind of talent. ”

This joke that didn't look like a joke also made everyone laugh slightly, and now the swordsman named Xu Yongzheng is worth nearly 1,500 gold.

"One of the ways of the sword, since ancient times, has never praised the past and satirized the present, nor has it been thick and thin, so this way has endured, so the topic of this discussion is the battle of sword qi and sword intent. Let's show off your skills. The rules must be known to everyone, but in order to avoid disputes, the old man still emphasizes again, on Qingxue Peak, life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. ”

The old man in the pale green robe also smiled faintly, then walked off the stage indifferently with his hands behind his back.

There are many young swordsmen who are under the responsibility of the elders of the sect, and this time they came out to practice, not only to see the world, but also to make one or two groups of friends, so as to pave the way for themselves to walk the rivers and lakes in the future. As for this sword dispute, it has little to do with many swordsmen. The children of rich families generally have their own circles, the son of the head of this family, the son of the high family, soon gathered in one place, and the west side of the pavilion was soon staggered, and the words became lively, and the eight-sided exquisite posture was fully displayed.

But they all looked at the group of people on the east side of the pavilion, intentionally or not.

In this courtyard, among these knights, there is no doubt that only the group of people in the Zhongzhou Sword Curtain are the most special. They don't talk much, and their expressions are all indifferent to outsiders, and there is a natural arrogance or two in the indifference. All in all, the pavilion in the east is a little cold, and it is still cold in the warm spring season.

Since the establishment of the sword curtain, it has a long history of more than 800 years. At the beginning, the founder of the sword curtain handed down many sword schools, and he was the best in the world with his swordsmanship, and according to the records of the Tianji Pavilion, which has a long history, seven or eight out of ten sword immortals of the ancient sword lord came from the sword curtain, or were related to the sword curtain, what a kind of power and glory this is. So their group of people has reason to be proud.

"It's a pity, the Heaven-shattering Sword, the Heaven-shattering Sword. ”

I don't know which chick made such a sigh. I don't know who I'm sighing for.

And the younger generation of the sword curtain listened to this, but it had a different taste, which was a mockery, more like a slap in the face.

Someone in the crowd of the sword curtain held the scabbard tightly, intending to push the door out, asking the people in the courtyard for advice, and seeing the elders of their own division shaking their heads coldly, they were also unwilling to endure it.

This exclamation was only once, and it was never issued again, presumably because of the dissuasion of relatives and friends, after all, it is particularly important not to cause trouble when you are out of the house.

On the top of the four-story pavilion in the south, a richly dressed boy dangled a wine jug in one hand and sat paralyzed against the railing, quite bored. His eyes were fixed on the pavilion to the east, and he found that no one was rushing out inside, and it was even more boring. He also heard the exclamation in his ears, but there were many people, and he couldn't find out where the person who spoke was.

"When ordinary swordsmen meet each other, it is also a good greeting, not to say anything, to ask for warmth, and it is common to praise each other for a sentence or two. But I've been sitting here for so long, why don't I have anyone who knows heroes? ”