Wuchen looked at the people in the small courtyard with one hand on the sedan chair, and when he met Mo Jiu's gaze that seemed to be very disgusted, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he walked off the sedan chair.

Originally, he was discussing with the old emperor in the palace, and when he got up to leave, the old emperor arranged such a tacky sedan chair for him, which made him very uncomfortable, but when he saw Mo Jiu's expression, he was relieved.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that this cheesy sedan chair didn't look so much of an eyesore.

When the chief saw the messenger, they knelt down and saluted.

Mo Jiu's hand was grabbed by the guards, and he didn't kneel.

The dust-free voice is still as clear as a spring.

"Who's going to explain what's going on?"

I guess if this opportunity is missed, there will be no better opportunity than this.

I heard that Emperor Zun hated people who pretended to be his disciples the most, and some people had used his name before, but as a result, he was directly cramped and pulled out of his bones, and life was worse than death.

Mo Yunchen couldn't wait to complain: "It was the eldest brother in the family who used the name of Emperor Zun and claimed to be Emperor Zun's descendant disciple. ”

When Mo Yunchen mentioned Mo Jiu in front of others, he was still commensurate with his eldest brother, and his attitude was more than respectful. But what was said was to push him into the fire pit.

Mo Yunchen paid attention to Wuchen's expression, waiting for him to directly convict Mo Jiu.

But Mo Yunchen waited for a while, not waiting for the messenger's reaction. Suspiciously, he looked up at Wuchen.

Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back with a puzzled expression, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Is what he said true?" ”

Mo Jiu was actually apprehensive in her heart, after all, she didn't even know what the old god stick of Emperor Zun looked like, let alone have any intersections, so how could she accept the apprentice.

Originally, he just wanted to take it out to scare Mo Yunchen, but he didn't expect Wuchen to run over at this time.

But as soon as the words came out, she couldn't recycle them, so she could only continue to make them up.

"Of course, I have evidence."

Mo Yunchen snorted coldly. He was still here at this time, and he wanted to see how this waste would behave in front of the messenger.

Wuchen's expression is faint, but the corners of his lips are slightly hooked as if there is a hint of a smile that seems to be absent.

"Exhibits?"

Mo Jiu lifted his chin and pointed to his wrist.

"I have a bracelet from the emperor's old man."

Mo Yunchen nodded in a gesture, and the guards who were holding Mo Jiu's arm let go of her and retreated behind her to stand.

Mo Jiu patted the dust that was not on his body, and slowly raised his arm, a transparent and shiny bracelet on his arm shimmering slightly in the sun.

Mo Yunchen had heard that Emperor Zun would indeed give his disciples bracelets. But that's all rumors, I guess where did this waste hear this rumor and got the bracelet from where to be prepared, right?

Anyway, no one has ever seen the emperor's bracelet, maybe not even the emperor's envoy present. After all, the bracelet was passed on to the disciple, and the messenger was not a disciple, so he might not be able to see it.

Mo Yunchen was just about to open his mouth to scold, but Wuchen had already spoken.

"Old man?"

Mo Jiu couldn't help frowning. This man's understanding is too poor, isn't it? I always can't grasp the point of the sentence.

"Envoy, the bracelet in this sentence is the point."

Mo Jiu couldn't help but correct.

Only then did the people around him understand what the messenger meant by this sentence.

Suddenly, Mo Jiu's good-looking peach blossom eyes bent slightly, and a light smile crept up on his face, and said, "It should be called Master." I can't change the name for a while. The messenger is not strange. ”

Wuchen's eyes were a little deep, and he looked at Mo Jiu quietly with the corners of his lips.