"But now, what are we going to do?" Ji Jian ran out of ideas and pinned his hopes on An Wanqing.

"If you can find Mo Qiu, it is the best strategy to prevent him from risking to save the Overseer. It's just that looking for someone in the huge capital has no clue, like looking for a needle in a haystack, it seems that it will not work to stop Mo Qiu. An Wanqing sighed lightly.

I hope Mo Qiu can understand the truth and don't be blindly impulsive.

Ji Jian's fire was burning in a hurry, and he kept rubbing his hands, "If you don't belong to someone to save the Lord, although your subordinates are not as good as the leader of Mo, they are also the leaders of the Yujin Army." ”

An Wanqing turned her head to look at him, "What's the difference between him and you?" If you take risks on your own, I'm afraid that you will be caught before you get close to the prison, isn't it self-defeating? ”

"According to the girl's meaning, after finding the Mo leader, you will join forces to rob the prison savior?" Ji Jian asked.

"Prison robbery is the most unwise and stupid way to do it, I mean, no one is allowed to rob prison." An Wanqing glanced at him helplessly and emphasized.

"And how are we to save the Overseer?" Yoshiken Express Road.

"In the current situation, we are weak, we can't take risks blindly, first find out the current situation of the overseer, and then find a way after making sure that the overseer is okay." An Wanqing frowned.

"The tree fell down and everyone pushed it, and now the overseer is in trouble, and the whole court is up and down, who will help the overseer?" Ji Jian looked anxious and frowned.

"The Fourth Prince." An Wanqing thought for a moment and said slightly.

"Fourth Highness?" Ji Jian was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head in frustration, "Although the Fourth Highness regards the Overseer as a brother and cares about the Overseer very much on weekdays, but the Fourth Highness has no power and power, and he is far away from the court, so I am afraid that he will not be able to speak in front of His Majesty." ”

"Who said that let the fourth prince go and intercede for the governor? At present, the dragon's heart is unpredictable, Prince Rong and Prince Hua are so blatantly killing the Imperial Jin Army and burning the Yandu Mansion, I am afraid that they have obtained the permission of His Majesty, since it is His Majesty's intention, how can they intercede? An Wanqing asked rhetorically.

"Your Majesty used to be the most favored overseer, how could he ...... now" Ji Jian shook his head in confusion and sighed: "If it is really a companion to the king like a tiger, the sacred heart is unpredictable!" ”

An Wanqing was also puzzled, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Although the fourth prince has no power or power, he is the prince of the dynasty after all, and the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and if he wants to find out a little news, it should be easier than the two of us fugitives." ”

Ji Jian thought for a moment and nodded, "It's still the girl's thoughtfulness." ”

"What worries me the most at the moment is Mo Qiu, I'm afraid that he won't be able to hold his breath......" An Wanqing frowned thoughtfully, determined the direction, and couldn't help but speed up her steps, "Let's go, go to Hongwen Academy, there are many crises at the moment, the situation is unpredictable, we must hurry up." ”

…

Mo Ting followed Nangong Yong to the prison of Dali Temple, and slowly approached the cell with heavy steps.

Nangong Yong ordered someone to open the cage, but Mo Ting stopped, turned his back and didn't look at the people in the cell, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "My task has been completed, tell me quickly, where is my mother." ”

"Ting'er, is that how you talk to your father?" Zhao Zibi looked at him with a solemn face and said coldly.

Mo Ting turned his head to stare at him, his heart ached faintly, he took a deep breath, sneered sadly, gritted his teeth and said resentfully: "I don't have a father, I only have a mother, give my mother back!" ”

Nangong Yong glanced at Zhao Zibi, then looked at Mo Ting again, and persuaded: "Cousin, uncle has indeed wronged you over the years, but uncle is your biological father after all, you ......"

"Shut up!" Mo Ting turned his head to glare at him, gritted his teeth and said sharply: "It's not all because of you, if my father wasn't for your great cause, how could he have worked hard for so many years, and even ruthlessly sent his own son to be a traitor!" ”

Nangong Yong's heart tightened, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Zibi roared sharply, glared at Mo Ting, and reprimanded: "What a bold man, he dares to be so rude to the second prince." ”

"It's okay, cousin, he's in a bad mood, and this king can understand." Nangong Yong hurriedly said.

"All you want is the life of the Overseer, why do you hurt anyone else!" Mo Ting grabbed the iron fence with both hands, shook it vigorously, and roared heartbreakingly.

"Cousin, calm down."

Mo Ting couldn't control his emotions anymore, he slowly slipped to the ground holding on to the iron railing, and cried out in grief, "Why did you become like this, what I want has always been my mother, why do you force me to ......"

Mo Ting cried heartbreakingly.

"Cutting the grass must be eradicated, they are loyal to Yan Qingyu, if they don't get rid of it, there will be endless troubles." Nangong Yongdao.

Mo Ting sneered sadly, stood up slowly with his support to the iron railing, glared at the two of them with tears and resentment, gritted his teeth and said, "I came just to return to my mother, and from now on, your affairs will no longer have anything to do with me." ”

Zhao Zibi looked at him solemnly and sighed heavily, "It's okay." ”

"Cousin, is there really a treasure under the cliff of broken life?" Nangong Yong frowned and stared at him and asked.

"Nature." Mo Ting took a deep breath and nodded with a heavy face.

Zhao Zibi and Nangong Yong were stunned for a moment, their eyes widened.

"Could it be that even if we don't frame us, this Yan Governor really has two hearts for His Majesty?" Zhao Zibi frowned.

Mo Ting snorted lightly, "The Overseer thinks that General Bai's death was His Majesty's murder with a knife, and His Majesty made General Bai suffer from the enemy, so the Overseer has already had two hearts for His Majesty." Otherwise, how could the Overseer hide the fact that he had strayed into the royal mausoleum of Wuya? ”

"Since the treasure is true, you must not let Prince Hua get the secret of the treasure first." Zhao Zibi looked excited, turned his head and said to Nangong Yong.

"Uncle, don't worry, Yan Qingyu's side, this king has been sending people to keep an eye on it, Nangong Shuo doesn't want to escape the eyes of this king." Nangong Yongdao.

Zhao Zibi nodded, turned his head to look at Mo Ting again, sighed heavily, and said earnestly: "Ting'er, if Dad tells you that Dad sent you to the Imperial Jin Army Prison at the beginning, just to let you learn skills, will you believe it?" ”

"Now, why does my father say these high-sounding words again!" Mo Ting sneered.

"Whether you believe it or not, Dad is taking advantage of you after all. When I sent you to the Imperial Jin Army Prison, at first it was just to hone you, but when I found out about Lord Yan's background, my father had to use your mind......"

"Enough! Where is my mother locked up by you, say it quickly! Mo Ting gritted his teeth.

"The third house in Merlin Alley." Zhao Zibi frowned and said in a deep voice.

Mo Ting turned around suddenly, turned around and left, but heard Zhao Zibi call him, "Ting'er, let Dad take a good look at you." ”

Mo Ting couldn't help but pause, he thought he would be indifferent, but his heart was inexplicably pinched.

Nangong Yong hurriedly pushed him to the side of the iron fence, "Cousin, talk to your uncle, he is your father after all." This king will go out first, and wait for you outside. ”

After speaking, Nangong Yong withdrew with his hands behind his back, and his heart was mixed.

"Ting'er, do you hate your father?" Zhao Zibi stretched out his trembling hand and touched his cheek.

Mo Ting's heart ached, and he slammed his hand away, and sneered sadly, "From the moment you used my mother and threatened me, I have nothing to say to you. ”

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