On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was clear and cloudless.

The cloud, which is easy to turn into a dark feather and frost, was dragged like a marionette throughout the whole process, and was forced to go through a series of tedious cutscenes, which was really miserable.

Talking about her situation in the past few days, how can she describe a dire situation, she has to get up before dawn to practice the rules, and if she doesn't practice well, she will be reprimanded by her grandmother, standing and sitting to eat and go to bed, everything is required to be exquisite, and the most devastated thing for her is that she still has to learn the art of boudoir.

Ahh

Yun wails in his heart, master, please let go!!

"Let's go—"

Hearing this, the tormented Yun was so excited that he almost burst into tears, and finally ...... Finally leaving, ahhhh

Her unfortunate days were finally coming to an end.

"Side by side Wang is one of the founding fathers, high morality, hard work, his son Wen Prime Minister is a young talent, but also the pillar of the country, and now there is his daughter Yin Ya county lord for the country's righteousness to go to Jinguo and relatives, Wen's family can be described as loyal and patriotic, it is really a great fortune for my Luo country."

In the inner courtyard of the palace wall, Mu Junlin brought hundreds of civil and military officials to see the team of relatives go away.

Seeing Wen Yun's lips smiling, his eyes calm, and he couldn't see any joy and anger at all, Mu Junrin's eyes flashed, and he spoke.

"Your Majesty praises falsely, it is our duty as courtiers to be able to share worries for Your Majesty."

In any country, for the monarch, it has been taboo since ancient times that courtiers have made high achievements.

Although Wen Yun is different from Sang Moyu, Sang Moyu is sharp and does his own thing, so that Mu Junlin can't really control it, but Wen Yun is different, he has an important handle in Mu Junrin's hands.

As long as he has that thing in his hand, Wen Yun will definitely not act rashly, as for Wen Qitian, he has always been under Wen Yun's jurisdiction, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

Thinking about it like this, the biggest threat is Sang Moyu.

"Where is the War King?"

"Back to Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of War returned to the palace after the banquet, and he has not yet appeared."

"Oh?" Listening to the palace people's reply, Mu Junrin raised his eyebrows, turned around and exchanged a look with Wen Yun that could only be understood by each other.

Will he be so peaceful, watching Wen Yin Ya marry far away? He didn't believe it, and his intuition told him that the next show would definitely be unexpectedly good.

Wen Yun bowed slightly, and the smile on the corner of Mu Junrin's lips inadvertently deepened when he saw this.

Using Wen Yun to deal with Sang Moyu, whether he succeeds or not, he can achieve his goal.

"Drive back to the palace." Mu Junrin was in a rare mood and sat back to the palace.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty." As soon as Mu Junlin left, after all the ministers saluted, they all left.

Only Wen Yun and Wen Qitian were still standing in place, their expressions unanimous and gloomy.

"Next, you don't need me to teach you." The cold voice was not warm at all.

"Yes, Qitian will definitely live up to his mission." Wen Qitian clenched his hands into fists and responded indifferently.

"Good."

After a brief conversation, Wen Yun was the first to leave.

Wen Qitian followed unhurriedly, and in the corner where no one noticed, a momentary look of a vulture flashed on Junxiu's face.

A careful siege against Sang Moyu is quietly unfolding in secret.

And Sang Moyu, who is the protagonist, is indeed as Mu Junrin thinks, and he is not at ease.

Not only is he restless, but he is also ready to stir up the already turbulent situation even more chaotic.

Somewhere deep and lush bamboo forest, this is the only way to go to Jinguo.

Desolate, extremely cold and lonely, except for the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves from time to time, there is no sign of life.

It was so quiet that it attracted the curiosity of a mischievous bird from afar, and its two dark eyes turned around, and then it spotted a branch, and fluttered its wings to prepare for a dive, and flew up to rest for a while.

Who would have thought that when it reached a point within the scope of the bamboo forest, the void seemed to suddenly burst into water streaks, and then its whole bird disappeared out of thin air.