As soon as I heard about getting married, Moqing didn't come to one place. A few days ago, the fourth prince also sent someone to propose marriage to him, thinking that he would marry Mo Bingqing to him, so that he could naturally become a relative of the emperor, but at this juncture, she actually injured her knee, and she may also be disabled.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingtian's gaze at Mo Jiu's mother and son was even more angry, and he could burst into flames.

Even if their mother and son are not directly related to Mo Bingqing's injury, it is impossible that there is no relationship at all. If it weren't for them, how could his precious daughter be injured for no reason.

Mo Qingtian said to the guards on both sides: "Come on, put this rebel in the dungeon for me." ”

Scold! This is what the original owner called Daddy. Don't distinguish between right and wrong, reverse black and white. He clearly also thought that Mo Jiu was not capable of hurting Mo Bingqing, but he still had to put him in a dungeon to suffer.

Mo Jiu's eyes were slightly dark, and his cold gaze glanced at Mo Qingtian.

Being stared at with such eyes, Mo Qingtian actually felt a chill down his spine. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

Mo Qingtian stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and with a wave of his big palm, a heavy slap was about to fall on Mo Jiuqingjun's face.

He waved his palm, but at the same time, he didn't stop scolding Mo Jiu.

"Rebel, what kind of eyes are you? It's not enough to hurt your sister? Still want to kill your father? ”

But before the words fell, Mo Qingtian didn't say any more, because he found that his palm was empty.

Mo Jiu didn't know how to dodge the palm that fell on his head, but he stood aside with his arms crossed, his voice cold.

"Fathericide? You deserve to be a dad too? ”

Mo Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what Mo Jiu said. He's a waste wood son who has never talked back to him, what's wrong with him today?

Mo Qingtian's body began to tremble in an instant, he originally just wanted to lock Mo Jiu in the dungeon, let him suffer a little, and let him remember it for a long time.

But now it seems that today is not a good lesson for him, a rebel, and he doesn't know the majesty of his father.

Mo Qingtian raised his hand and was about to make a move to deal with Mo Jiu. Since he can be named the Marquis of Dingguo, of course his spiritual power is not low. If he really sent this move, Mo Jiu, who didn't have a little spiritual power, didn't have any power to fight back, and even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.

At this moment, Song jumped up from the ground and directly blocked Mo Jiu in front of Mo Jiu with his body. This time, her eyes changed from her previous humility, firm and resolute.

"Master, Mo Jiu is still young, you can spare him. If he has three longs and two shorts, our Song family will not stop there. ”

When Mo Qingtian heard the word "Song family", he slowly turned his gaze to the Song family in disbelief.

Although after the death of General Song, the power of the Song family weakened a lot, but as the saying goes, a hungry camel is bigger than a horse, and if the entire Song family really wants to deal with him, it will be enough for him to drink a pot.

Mo Qingtian's face turned pale, he didn't expect that even the Song family, who had always been obedient to him, would confront him today, what kind of medicine did these two take wrong today?

"It's the other way around, put both of them in a dungeon."

With Mo Qingtian's orders, a group of guards came up to suppress Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu sneered, only to see her dodge a few times, and then retreated to Song's side.

The young man's eyes were slightly raised, and there was exploration in his eyes.

Of course, the guards didn't believe that the eldest prince of waste wood could slip away from under their noses, but they thought that Mo Jiu was lucky enough to dodge, so he reached out to grab Mo Jiu again.

"Wait!"