Murong Feilan would never believe it.

The death of the prince was the fuse of all the tragedies back then, and what is even more terrifying is that that incident should not be the beginning.

That game started much earlier than the big wedding ten years ago, and it hasn't even ended yet.

Murong Feixing looked at his brother who suddenly felt a chill on his body, and he was shocked.

He rarely saw such a cold brother, he knew from a young age that his brother would only do this when he encountered the most difficult things to solve, and once his brother was like this, many people would be unlucky.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" He asked cautiously, "What did Brother Xindao think of?" Could it be related to his insistence on following him to Soochow this time?

"It's nothing, just remembering an old friend," Murong Feilan smiled back to his senses and looked at the team walking towards the ladder ahead, "Let's go." ”

Murong Feixing didn't doubt him, and walked to the ladder with Murong Feilan to line up, but as he walked, he heard Murong Feilan ask as if inadvertently, "By the way, Feixing, why did you kidnap Princess Qianqin in front of Ji Jiashu before?" ”

Murong Feixing's body stiffened, but he didn't expect his brother to get serious and the first unlucky person was him.

"That guy is heavy on sex and light on friends, I just made a joke on a whim......" Murong Feixing stammered.

"On a whim?" Murong Feilan played with taste, "Is it really just a whim?" ”

Murong Feixing was stunned, not knowing why his brother asked this. But he only heard Murong Feilan ask quietly, "I went to inquire about affairs with the Dongwu Rite Officer before, and I was not by your side for a quarter of an hour, did someone tell you anything at that time?" ”

"What did you say?" Murong Feixing recalled carefully, his brows twisted into a knot, "It seems that no one has specifically told me anything, but there are many people talking about things in front of the city gate." ”

"Obviously, I was also in front of the city gate at the time, but those people didn't seem to see me," Murong Feixing pouted, "They are all discussing Meng Shi's swordsmanship, and ......"

"And the former Qin princess," Murong Feilan said lightly.

"Yes, big brother, how do you know?" Murong Feixing said strangely.

"How do I know?" Murong Feilan's eyes turned cold, and he looked at his younger brother with a helpless expression.

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

Although his younger brother is temperamental, he has no malice, but his personality is a little simple.

Murong Feixing is not stupid, if someone deliberately says something to him, he can sense that something is wrong, but Murong Feilan has heard people talk about another method of manipulating people before.

The girl told him that it was called psychological suggestion.

"Do you remember the faces of the people who were close to you at the time?" Murong Feilan circled around the cultivators on the Lingyun Terrace, "If you remember and are still here, quietly point it out to me." ”

Murong Feixing came back to his senses, and was also a little annoyed, and nodded, "Remember a few." ”

Murong Feixing's fingers moved slightly, pointing out those who were mixed in the crowd, and Murong Feilan's eyes were slightly deep when he looked at them one by one.

The colors of this sacrificial garment are really varied.

Some people tried in vain to incite his younger brother, wanting to provoke a dispute between the former Qin and the Later Liao, whose relationship was on the verge of breaking down, but they didn't expect that the former Qin princess had extraordinary means and quickly made his brother let go of her.

"Big brother, you mean, I was ......" Murong Feixing finished pointing at the person, and his face was a little ugly.

"It's not that stupid," Murong Feilan glanced at him comfortingly, "Being used as a gunman, I can still remember a few people, it's not too useless." ”

After all, with so many people at that time, who could still remember the faces of strangers in the crowd?

Those who wanted to use his younger brother to fish in troubled waters probably didn't expect that his younger brother looked very aggressive, but he had the ability to never forget.

Of course, it is limited to scenery, people and swordsmanship, and this kid can't do books and words.

"I'm useless!" Murong Feixing said angrily, "Didn't I let her go immediately!" ”

"Yes, if you don't let go, you'll get into trouble," Murong Feilan glanced at him and said coldly, "Just as you picked her up, she was pointed at by a blow arrow." ”

"Blow arrows?" Murong Feixing was a little afraid, "Then ...... her?"

"Don't worry," Murong Feilan smiled, "You may not have noticed that when you picked her up, she adjusted her position and used you to block the direction of the blow arrow." ”

"So the worst outcome is just an arrow for you," Murong Feilan's expression was relaxed, "You probably can't die if you have rough skin and thick flesh, and you won't cause any diplomatic problems." ”

Murong Feixing's eyes widened.

This must not be his own brother!

But thinking of the blow arrow that he didn't even notice, the little boy's expression was ugly, and his face was even more ugly when he remembered the woman's adjustment of position mentioned by his brother.

You must know that he didn't notice the whole time, that woman's realm is lower than him!

"So you really have to thank Chunhuajun for drawing his sword to save you," Murong Feilan patted his younger brother on the shoulder, "Don't act impulsively next time you go out." ”

"Remember, this is a mid-level canon, and the masters are like clouds," Murong Feilan's expression was slightly cold, and his gaze swept away from the few people identified by Murong Feixing, and finally stopped on a person dressed in black.

This is a man he knows.

He remembered that it was the person who personally clashed with the former Qin princess before and after the mountain road, and his name was Wang Ling.

Murong Feilan looked up at the top of the mountain path and squinted his eyes.

That former Qin princess is really suffering from internal and external troubles.

"The last ones, come forward." At this time, the voice of the ceremonial official came, and Murong Feilan withdrew his gaze and walked to the end of the mountain team with Murong Feixing.

At this time, he found that his younger brother was staring at a woman in front of him with a stiff expression, and Murong Feilan looked up with some surprise and saw that Xu Bingqing was actually among them supernumerary.

Xu Bingqing had never participated in the beginner ceremony, and according to the rules, she did have to go last, but she obviously didn't think so.

Murong Feilan watched the girl glaring at the Dongwu Rite Officer in front of the mountain road, and her silver teeth were almost crushed. It is not difficult to guess that she should have been left behind by the Northern Wei National Teacher.

The national teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty was disciplined.

The premise is that he doesn't care about the rules or if it's beneficial to him.

"Holy Maiden, let's go," Murong Feilan looked at the young man who was respectfully saluting beside Xu Bingqing, his eyes were a little strange.

He remembered that this person should be called Helan Cheng.

Helan Cheng is not ranked low in the individual battle, so he should have stayed with her.

But the other party obviously didn't appreciate it, Xu Bingqing snorted coldly and rushed up the steps.

The Eastern Wu Rite Officer looked a little helpless, so he had to wave his hand to their side, Murong Feilan and his younger brother stepped forward, and the last team also set off.

"I don't know what she's anxious about," Murong Feixing snorted as he climbed the stone steps, "How fast can it be?" ”

"I'm afraid it's because there are people on the top of the mountain that she wants to see," Murong Feilan said lightly.

Murong Feixing was stunned for a moment, and raised his head as his brother raised his head in the clouds and mist at the top of the mountain.

At this time, Ji Jiashu and Ying Baoyue, who were the first to set off, had almost reached the top of the mountain, and after the cultivators walked up the mountain path, they could faintly see the altar on the top of the mountain.

The autumn wind blew, blowing away a trace of clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, and at this time, the cultivators on the ladder saw the person standing in front of the altar on the top of the mountain.

The man was dressed in green clothes and still had a mask on his face.

Li Ji stood at the highest place to pick up people, as if coming from the moonlight, like a fairy.

The Ballad of the Great Moon /book/63925/