Hou Cong also went to Changfu to sit at the table when he was a child. Now, Chang won and surrendered to the enemy, and was beheaded by Hou Cong last year, this house has become a prison for the prince of Chengguo, and it is really the vicissitudes of the world, and it is difficult to be rich and rich. Murong Xing stood alone behind Hou Cong, and heard Hou Cong explain in detail to Mo Chang the assassination plan of Chengguo that the spy had returned. No matter how good the cultivation is, he can't help but be indignant after hearing this kind of thing, but Mo Chang drank tea and didn't move.

"This is also common sense, the emperor's family affairs, it has always been like this. But because of this, it caused trouble to the whole country, especially General Xiaohou, and I was very unhappy. General Xiaohou must be ready, I know that I am inconvenient to ask, everything is tired. ”

Hou Cong looked Mo Chang up and down, and found that the other party was really calm, so he no longer guessed, "It's all ready." Especially for the last step, Your Highness only needs to know that you have a substitute for the deceased, and your martial arts are world-renowned. will give up his life to save His Highness at the most critical time. So Your Highness just rest assured. After the ceremony, we will stand on the side of His Royal Highness with all our might, and use the body of the deceased as the key evidence to accuse the monarch and ministers of Chengguo of murdering the son of the first emperor, unkind and unjust, and unworthy of the throne, and then, support you to ascend the throne. ”

Mo Chang finally put away his smile, his face full of sadness. He stopped talking, and finally said one word: "Hmm." Then, he looked straight at Hou Cong.

That's where he's in now, all protesting. With the halo of a prince on his head, the dignity and pride of being a noble person made him seem inviolable, but it was only like a Buddha statue - pretending.

Hou Cong does not take pleasure in bullying others, and all this he executes is also for the country and the king. At this moment, he didn't allow himself to have a little sincerity between people in Mo Chang, because then he would be unbearable, and he would care about it.

Murong Xing left Changfu with Hou Cong. He looked back at Mo Chang, who was sending off guests under the dazzling light of spring at noon, and felt that everyone was lonely.

At this moment, at the beginning of night, the little eunuch went back to the palace. Murong Xing carried the small medicine box in his arms, today's experience flashed in his mind, and even the strength to sigh was exhausted, and he silently returned to his bedroom.

Changkong stood in his father Yu Wenxing's bedroom and described the day to his father. Yu Wenxing heard about Mo Chang's attitude towards Bai Yi, and he was not sure whether it was a blessing or a curse for a while, what surprised him was that his son grew up overnight and could use his brain, "The hope of Bai Yi's survival is Hou Cong", this conclusion is also recognized by him. The group went south to Chengguo, Hou Cong controlled all aspects, as long as he let go of a way to live, in white, he would be free.

"The eldest prince is hard-hearted, but not bad. Now the plan", Yu Wenxing pondered for a while, "Even if our father and son want to break their heads, they must come up with a foolproof strategy, so that Mo Chang does not have to die, and the emperor's plan to treat him as a pawn does not have to fail, so that the eldest prince may agree to replace the plan of replacing the deceased." ”

Changkong said "what", and he suspected that he was possessed by Hou Cong. He felt that his father's thinking was too complicated, and even he couldn't understand it, "Daddy, the emperor is so scheming," he looked at his father's face and quickly changed his words, "So wise and powerful, he just came up with a plan for the dead, can we have a better way?" Now there are only two ways, first, buy a person with a strict mouth and good martial arts at a high price, and replace the white clothes. I don't think it's possible, not to mention whether it will succeed or not, tampering with the emperor's plan without authorization, hum. ”

"When it comes to the emperor, you have to be respectful, don't hum and chirp, talk well."

"Yes. The second way is the easiest. Just make a fuss about Hou Cong! ”

"Oh? Could it be that Hou Cong, like Mo Chang, has a little ...... for Bai Yi, "As an adoptive father, Yu Wenxing is a little uncomfortable with his daughter's peach blossom luck. But Changkong asked "what" again, and he didn't understand what his father was talking about.

"Daddy, don't you know that the eldest prince is the first tsundere in the world? He was loyal to the emperor and thought about repaying the king with death every day. He also said that day that he was the most suitable substitute for the dead. Let's find one outside, how can it be so reliable. If I keep going, non-stop, and keep working hard in the process of accompanying me to the south, let Hou Cong concentrate on snatching this task with my sister. Hehe, when the time comes, the task will be completed, and I don't know it, and there will be no more people along the way, which will provoke the emperor to inquire. Besides, the emperor took a look at it in the end, huh? How can the person who died be Hou Cong? How did you change your plans? Hey, hey, if you really want to care, it's also Hou Cong's change, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

Yu Wenxing looked at his son, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. Why is this stinky boy so treacherous! Why did he want the eldest prince to die!

"No, no. You keep it all in your heart and rot. I'll think about it later. ”

"There is another thing you have to consider, that Mo Changxing really wants to come and ask for your permission, and he wants to take the white clothes to enjoy the flowers!"

"Got it, got it!"

Changkong pursed his lips, said goodnight to his father, walked out of the main courtyard, crossed the moon through flowers, and came to the back garden. There is still a light on the attic in white. Changkong sighed, "My sister's stupidity and stupidity are actually like my father, and I blame my father." Alas. Because he was so melancholy, he didn't go into the small building where his sister lived, and went out directly to climb the back wall and have fun.

On the small desk in white clothes, the white wax that had just been distributed in the palace was lit. According to the rules of the old Pingdu, she knelt down at the table for a long time, and wrote something on a blank piece of ivory-white rattan paper with the ink that the nurse had grinded. The words in white are not good-looking, because Yu Wenxing feels sorry for his daughter and does not force her to practice. The more she wrote, the more the rattan paper gradually filled, all of which were questions about Hou Cong.

For example, the first time you win a battle, how do you judge the timing of the charge? For example, if there is a gap in the enemy formation that is not controllable, how do you decide whether to attack or not? For example, the separation of the commander from his own soldiers also creates opportunities for the enemy, how is it good?

She has been reading military books recently, but she has few battles, and what she has seen and heard is inseparable from Hou Cong's battles. Hou Cong is already a new generation of rising gods of war in Liguo, he should understand these questions. But looking at the way he looks, it seems that he has a grudge against him for defeating him until now, he seems to be disgusted with himself, and he always seems to want to make himself uncomfortable.

My brother said that he didn't go out, so he was a little stupid, and Bai Yi thought it was true at the moment. Because she looked at the questions on the whole paper, a new question arose: Under what circumstances should ordinary people ask Hou Cong these questions? She simulated a few talking to Hou Cong, but the imaginary butterfly wings flapped too close and too low, and the left was just the scene that really happened in the Hou Mansion Garden, in the Guixiang Palace, and outside the palace gate.

The ink on the rattan paper gradually dried, and I fainted into the ice chips of the years. The night in this attic gradually swallowed up with the ink temperature. Together, only the breath of the white clothes, only the fragrance of flowers outside the window, only the light of the white candles, and only the dark hub lines on the rattan paper, echoing each other and getting rid of each other. It's like the dark embroidery on his black satin robe when I first saw the eldest prince that day.

The spring breeze blew the newly changed lake-green curtain, opened and fell again.

Bai Yi said to the nurse that she could prepare to rest. Then, with great care, she folded the rattan paper and put it in the sleeve of her white robe.

Early the next morning, after the white clothes were freshened up, and they were about to go to greet their father, when they were startled by the sudden rush out of the sky. Changkong was wearing a nightshoe and holding one in his hand, jumping and limping, but running forward with great speed, shouting loudly, "Stop him for me!" ”

The white clothes followed the figure of his brother, and saw a person standing proudly outside the second gate of the gate. The whole posture is perfectly embedded in the morning light - Hou Cong.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"This is my home! Moreover, this is the second door! Inside is the female dependents! ”

Hou Cong flicked it lightly, pushed out the sky that had just slept for less than a quarter of an hour because of stealing joy last night, and went straight in, standing in front of Bai Yi, "I'm looking for a female dependent." Yuwen Baiyi, you-"

Hou Cong thought for a long time, and what he said turned out to be: "Are you up?" ”