"Mu Ling Yuanjun, is that really what she said?" A man dressed in bright red clothes and with a somewhat feminine appearance stood under an acacia tree, raised his hand to pick an acacia flower, and slowly played with it between his fingers, as if he was caressing a woman's face, extremely gently.

"Back to the master, Yuan Jun did say so. The black shadow was hidden under the shade of the tree, bowing slightly, and said in a respectful tone.

"Hehe, Xuan Kui, you say, will she really want to give me a big gift? The man in red had a faint sadness in his narrow phoenix eyes that did not belong to this feminine face, "I think so, I want to borrow my hand to get rid of someone." "Fingers twist delicate petals.

The black shadow called Xuan Kui paused, as if wondering how to answer the question.

"I'm a waste for her," the flowers between my fingers were twisted, and the juice was a little sticky on my fingers, and the man in red frowned, "You say that I have any use for her, is it my identity?" The second half of the sentence was very light, as if it were talking to oneself.

Xuan Kui walked out of the shadow of the acacia tree, with a white silk handkerchief in his hand, and handed the silk handkerchief respectfully to the man in red, "Master, there will definitely be a way to ...... your injury."

"What's the solution!" The man in red suddenly became angry, and pulled the silk handkerchief and threw it in the face of the black shadow in front of him, "This kind of useless words, speaking of which, are you fools when you are Your Highness!?"

Xuan Kui knelt on his knees, not daring to say more.

The man in red kicked Xuan Kui's shoulder, and Xuan Kui snorted, not daring to move.

Seeing that Xuan Kui in front of him was motionless, he angered him even more, he took out a black long whip from his waist and slapped Xuan Kui's body fiercely, "Your Highness is hitting you now, doesn't it hurt at all?

"The master is angry, the master is angry! The slave is cheap, you must not be angry because of the slave, if you feel that the slave is in the way, the slave will apologize with death!"

"Stop!" a somewhat old male voice came from the courtyard door.

"Qianyu, what are you crazy about?" a middle-aged man in a black brocade robe strode into the courtyard.

The red-clothed man with a feminine face is none other than the prince of the demon clan, Qianyu.

Qian Yu stopped slapping Xuan Kui in his hand, panted slightly, and took two steps back to support the acacia tree. Xuan Kui hurriedly stood up from the ground and supported him.

The middle-aged man in the black brocade robe frowned slightly opposite Qian Yu, "You have such a virtue now, can you complain to others? After the great war of 5,000 years ago, our clan is in ruins, and its power is far inferior to before, but you are just plain and unprovoked to provoke some kind of survey general! Now that you are alive, you are already very lucky! Do you know that it was he who led the troops to slaughter hundreds of thousands of soldiers of our clan back then! Such an iron-blooded god monarch, you actually did not know how to provoke it! You don't deserve it!"

Qian Yu looked at the man in front of him, his expression was hurt for a moment, he opened his mouth, and then burst into laughter, laughing wildly as if he had heard something very funny.

Xuan Kui looked a little worried, helped Qian Yu, and called softly: "Master......"

Qian Yu pushed Xuan Kui away, staggered two steps to the man in the black brocade robe, grabbed his arm, as if it was difficult to stop laughing, there was still a layer of mist in his eyes, and he gasped slightly: "Father, father's meaning, but even if the son dies under that general, do you think it should?"

The man in the black brocade robe looked at Qian Yu with an abnormal flush in front of him, complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and then he immediately closed his eyes and said to Xuan Kui: "What are you doing standing there! Why don't you hurry up and help His Highness to rest!?"

Xuan Kui immediately hugged Qian Yu, "Master, the master's health is important, let's go back first." ”

Qian Yu looked at the man in front of him, and his expression was already full of impatience.

Qian Yu's throat moved, and he didn't say a word, his hand slowly released the arm holding the man, and let Xuan Kui help him back to the room.

The attendant who had been standing behind the man in the black brocade robe looked up at the man's face, and said tentatively: "The king obviously cares for His Royal Highness the Prince, so why should there be more blame in his words." ”

Qian Chujin, the king of the demon clan, sighed, "Since his mother's death, his temperament has become more and more perverse and violent, moody, I often think that his tendons in his hands and feet were broken by the divine sword, and his cultivation was abolished, maybe it is a good thing, so that he can stay in the palace obediently and don't go out to cause trouble again." Now that our clan is weak, we must not have any more disputes with the Celestial Clan. ”

The attendant nodded, "What the king is thinking about is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still young, and he must be able to understand your hard work when he is older." ”

Qian Chujin sighed and shook his head, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, "I hope." ”

Mu Ling freshened up, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and surrounded the glazed snow jade leg with a spell, which looked no different from ordinary jade legs.

"Xing'er. Mu Ling sat in front of the makeup mirror table, gently smoothing her long black hair like a crow's feather.

"Miss. The fairy maid who called Xing'er gently opened the door and walked in. Xing'er grew up serving Mu Ling, although Mu Linggui is the emperor of Mount Tai, and now she has been named Yuanjun, but she is still used to calling her "Miss", and Mu Ling is also used to her being called so, so she has never blamed.

"My father has finished the court meeting, where is he now?" Mu Ling said.

Xing'er walked over and gently took the jade comb in Mu Ling's hand, and continued to comb her long hair for Mu Ling and said, "The emperor's court meeting has dispersed today, and he is now talking to the envoy from the Heavenly Palace in the study. ”

"Is there someone from the Heavenly Palace?" Mu Ling looked at the reflection of the stars in the bronze mirror, "Do you know what it is for?"

"The slave maid just listened to Mu Yue, who was guarding in front of the study, as if she was talking about the marriage of the six princesses of the Heavenly Clan a while ago. Xing'er lowered her eyes and carefully combed Mu Ling's hair, for fear of accidentally hurting her.

Mu Ling frowned, the sixth princess of the Heavenly Clan got married, and her father didn't go to take care of herself at that time, so she didn't go, and she was just a princess, with her father's respect, she should not go.

It's just that I heard that these six princesses originally had feelings for each other with Feng Bofeilian, but I didn't expect that they still married Qingqiu, which is interesting.

"Is it worth bothering my father about these things?" Mu Ling snorted lightly.

Xing'er put down the jade comb, took a bottle of peach blossom oil from the box of the makeup mirror table, wiped it evenly in the palm of her hand, and helped Mu Ling apply it to the ends of her hair little by little, "It's not all about this." Xing'er paused, raised her eyes and glanced at Mu Ling, and quickly lowered her eyes, thinking about how to speak.

Mu Ling raised his eyes and looked at Xing'er's expression in the mirror, "Say." ”

A simple word, suddenly made Xing'er's heart froze, and his hand shook unconsciously, fortunately, he had served Mu Ling for many years, although he was a little frightened in his heart, but Xing'er still applied peach blossom oil evenly to the ends of Mu Ling's hair as usual, and slowly retreated to the side and bowed his head: "I heard that it was Nanchen Shenjun who asked His Majesty the Heavenly Monarch for a decree and wanted to ......" Xing'er felt that as long as he finished the second half of the sentence, Mu Ling would definitely be furious, and his knees couldn't help but fall to the ground, "I want to ask to marry the third highness of the beaver clan." ”

Mu Ling turned around abruptly, and said with a slight sneer: "What did you say?!Say it again!"

Xing'er leaned over and knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look up at Mu Ling, she couldn't be clearer about what was going on with her own young lady, Mu Ling had been interested in Nanchen since she was a child, and this was something that the entire Taishan Mansion knew.

Xing'er trembled and said, "Slave, slave and maid have just heard about it......"

Mu Ling stood up and crossed over to Xing'er, "I'm going to see my father!"

"Miss, Miss, no, the emperor is discussing with the envoy of the Heavenly Palace......" Xing'er crawled to Mu Ling's feet and grabbed Mu Ling's skirt.

"Get out of here!" Mu Ling kicked Xing'er to the ground. Hurriedly walked out of the door and walked towards the emperor's study.

Nanchen wants to marry Mo Qi? Mu Ling clenched his fists, don't even think about it, Nanchen can only be his own, it seems that he can't wait any longer, he needs to do it immediately!