The twilight rain changes darkly towards the clouds, and the long ditch flows silently.

The warmth of the past is still there, but it can't break through the tension that is close at hand.

"King Zhaoyang, who never wanted to appreciate the flowers, is also a person who hides Jiaojiao in the golden house, but I don't know if the women of the world who are in love with the prince know that their bitter lovers like to share peaches and eat, I'm afraid that my heart will be broken a little."

Sharing peaches and eating is about an absurd emperor in the history of Sheng Qian, Wei Lingxuan, who did not love the beauties of the harem and read Wei Wei alone. It is said that one day, Wei Wei accompanied Wei Lingxuan in the orchard. He plucked a peach from the tree, took a bite, and felt that it was sweet and delicious, and it was very delicious, so he immediately handed the rest to Wei Lingxuan to eat. Wei Lingxuan took a bite casually, and praised him and said, "Wei Wei is so good to me!" I was reluctant to eat what I thought was delicious, but I was reluctant to eat it. "Emperors can be ridiculous, because someone will be responsible for their absurdity. Later, this matter spread quickly, and Wei Wei, who accompanied him, bewitched the lord's evil and became the target of everyone. Later, Wei Wei died tragically, but this scandalous story of "sharing peaches and eating" spread.

Nie Weiyuan was annoyed that he had watched a man lose his mind, and after returning to his senses, his words were thorny, pointing out that Sheng Rui and Mo Yu were suspected of breaking their sleeves, and even described Mo Yu as Wei Wei who confused people with lust and finally died tragically.

In fact, now that the people are civilized, there are many things that the palace nobles or high-ranking officials and nobles have to take pleasure in raising small people in captivity, but this is all in private, after all, it is not orthodox, and naturally no one will put it on the table.

But now Nie Weiyuan insinuated, and for a while compared Mo Yu to a small man, and this is definitely the ultimate insult to a man, a person with a prominent status, he can raise a small man, harmless, but he can't be raised and played with as a little man, if there is, this man will lose face, and there is no place for him in the upper circles.

But Mo Yu didn't have the consciousness of being a man at all, he was still combing Qingping's hair, his dexterous hands flew up and down, his expression was faint, only when Qingping heard Nie Weiyuan's words and was about to draw his sword, he frowned slightly, stopped braiding his hair, and reached out to restrain Qingping and pressed it back.

The main lord didn't speak, and Sheng Rui, who was compared to the absurd emperor, just raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand what Nie Weiyuan meant.

Nie Weiyuan looked at the reaction of the two, and only felt that the iron fist hit a pile of cotton, and he couldn't use half of his strength, but if he just forgot it, he was unwilling, and finally opened his mouth: "That's the case." I never thought that the two of them would be daring, but this is not the right way after all, and the prince should turn back as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, Mo Yu's expression changed a little, and he raised his head and looked at Nie Weiyuan from afar.

Nie Weiyuan thought that his words had an effect, but before he could be happy in his heart, a smile first appeared on Mo Yu's face. This smile is not as warm as before, but it is not cold, it is just a faint mockery, as if his whole person gives people the feeling of arrogance and indifference, even the mockery is faint and imperceptible, as if it is a waste to give Nie Weiyuan a trace of emotion.

Nie Wei's Shengrui who was far and near was not as subtle as Mo Yu, and a mocking smile hung on the corners of his thin lips, "I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't want to think that this king was wrong, but it's a pity that last night's tea was made." But since this king has lived in your small village for one night, then this king will teach you a word in return..."Sheng Rui pondered for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to Mo Yu, "This king sage has read less, so it's better for the virtuous brother to tell him." This king remembers that there is a sentence that seems to be the scene now, that is, the one that makes the smart man let the fool order, how to say it? ”

Mo Yu smiled secretly in his heart, sure enough, this kind of thing has its own Uncle Wang, who will definitely not be able to suffer, his lips opened slightly, and he still said in a faint tone: "Only compete with your peers, don't talk about the merits with fools." ”

"yes, that's it." Sheng Rui turned his head with satisfaction and said to Nie Wei like an old master in the distance: "That's it, remember?" Oh, and there is another truth, this king thinks you should understand, as you said, this king has been in the midst of thousands of flowers, if it weren't for the beauty of the city, even a look this king would not give, just like you. ”

Heart-wrenching words are the most hurtful.

Nie Weiyuan's gaze withdrew from the young man who was braiding his hair, refocused on Sheng Rui's handsome face, and after a long time, he slowly lowered his head again.

Although they escaped from the vicious battle where the Nie family was wiped out, they left some traces for them after all, Yanran's innocence, his appearance, and his father-in-law's left arm could not be restored, how could people like this know what this scar represented.

In fact, after escaping to Hidden Life Mountain, there was a traveling doctor passing by here, and at that time, they were injured and disabled, and there were only a dozen intact people. Seeing that they were pitiful, the traveling doctor couldn't bear to be next to them, so he treated them for a while. Seeing that he was injured on his face, Doctor You once told him that this knife mark could be erased, because he wanted to keep this scar and remind himself of the grievances of the Nie family and the unrighteousness of the people who are now sitting on the throne.

Nie Weiyuan's two thick eyebrows wrinkled, he had originally heard that King Zhaoyang was dissolute and unruly, and he was an idle man who was ruined, and he also thought that maybe it was precisely because of this that Mo Chenfeng could tolerate him being the prince of Sheng Qian for twenty years, but after really fighting, he found that he was far from being useless as rumored, at least, this mouth was very poisonous.

"The prince is really as rumored to say, and he is unrestrained. Now that Nie Mou is ashamed of his kung fu, he doesn't know, it is rumored that the prince of Zhaoyang is not formal, walks the rivers and lakes, and is true or false with one-handed swordsmanship. ”

The sword was unsheathed, reflecting the morning sky with bursts of cold light.

Sheng Rui was unmoved, still playing with the tassel of the folding fan in his hand, his lips hooked an evil arc, and his words were even more arrogant: "You are also worthy." ”

The chill broke through the air and hit the man directly, and it was a murderous intent.

"Ding...", the crisp sound of metal striking spread from the place where the two swords intersected.

The one who stopped the sword was Qingping, who was still squatting in front of the bed a moment ago, and was braided by Mo Yu. The strands of braids that had just been braided were scattered and intertwined, and they should have been funny in their imagination, but they didn't want the wild braided hair to complement the handsome face of the young man.

The young man flipped his wrist and picked the sword away, and stood at Shengrui's side.

Sheng Rui, who was almost buried under the sword, closed his eyes lightly when the sword qi attacked, and he didn't even move his eyelids. It's just that now Nie Weiyuan, who has seen Qingping's body method, can't take care of him anymore.

"What a fast sword." Seeing the young man flying by, but never feeling any fluctuations in the air, Nie Weiyuan sincerely praised it. It's just that although the words are good, the sword does not stop, and in an instant, the two exchanged several moves.

Mo Yu half leaned on the futon on the bed, supported his head with his hand, the ink hair poured down on his chest, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his other hand was lying on his side, quietly watching the two figures fighting together, his expression was leisurely, and the corners of his lips carried a hint of smile, and his expression was clearly sure that Qingping would not lose.

"Bell!" The sound of a sword falling to the ground.

The young man pursed his lips, and didn't look at the sword that was picked up, let alone the person who was picked up and flew the sword, and went straight back to Mo Yu's side, still squatting on the bed, and put a strand of hair in the back that had not yet had time to be braided to Mo Yu's hand, signaling Mo Yu to continue to finish braiding him.

Mo Yu felt the depression of the young man, and used a five-finger comb to comb his slightly scattered hair, and gently patted him on the head before continuing to comb, the rest of the hair was not much, and it was quickly finished. At this time, Mo Yu opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you unhappy when you win?" ”

"Just now he glanced at you, master. The master said that swordsmanship competition, concentration, and going all out are the greatest respect for the opponent. He had just lost his mind, and he was sorry for the sword in his hand. ”

Nie Weiyuan's figure about to pick up the sword paused, and looked at Qingping to say something, but was interrupted by the Cheng Long and Chenghu brothers who had just gone out and were now rushing over: "Nie... Brother Nie, it's not good... Oh no! ”

Nie Weiyuan was just about to reprimand the two of them for talking well, when he heard a sharp whistle sound, one, two, three, one after another, and there were whistles coming from all directions. Nie Weiyuan's face changed greatly, and he didn't need Cheng Long and Cheng Hu to know that someone had come to encircle and suppress the cottage, but this time there were more people blowing the whistle than before.

In all directions, the officers and soldiers who encircled and suppressed Nie Jiazhai quietly surrounded it.

He glanced back at Sheng Rui, who was resting with his eyes closed, these people were afraid that they were coming for this idle prince, but he didn't know that a person with such a background could be a comfortable prince under Mo Chenfeng for so many years, and now he could still attract so many troops, he underestimated the weight of this person in the heart of that Daoless king.

"You two...", he glanced at the well-behaved young man who was squatting on the edge of the bed, and swallowed all the remaining words, with this person here, even if Cheng Long and Cheng Hu were left here, it would be useless, and sighed, "You two come with me..."

After he left, Sheng Rui opened his eyes and looked at the young man who was reclining on the bed, and his eyes that had been looking forward to the amorous in the past were now full of seductive smiles, and in the blink of an eye, the slightly upturned eyelashes jumped up and down in confusion, and the shadows covered were up and down, and the eyebrows and eyes were more and more deep, like the spring scenery of March and April, which was fascinating.

However, there are many beauties in the palace who are fat and thin, and even the little eunuchs in the palace who are on an errand will not have bad eyes and long eyebrows. But in the end, they all grew up in piles of beauties, and today's saint Mo Chenfeng, that is, Mo Yu's father, is also a rare beautiful man, he is really better than Pan An, plus Mo Yu himself has a face that is indistinguishable from the country and the city, even if he looks in the mirror from time to time, he will be immune to beauty, so Shengrui's beauty did not cause Mo Yu's gaffe, at least it was not revealed on his face.

There may be some people who are born with low resistance to beauty, just like Qingping on the side who is undoubtedly stunned.

Mo Yu was helpless, and he still didn't get back Qingping's lost soul, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead, his entourage looked at other men and lost their minds, he was very embarrassed as the master. Well, he admitted that when his uncle Wang was showing off his beauty, he was a demon, and he almost couldn't control it. Talk about 520 free reading_