It is rumored that Mo Che, the seventeenth son of the current emperor of the Daewoo Dynasty, is a little prince who is loved by thousands of people, arrogant by nature, tyrannical and evil.

His maternal ancestor was the brother of the founding emperor, the king of Weibei, who guarded the northwest, and the old prince had no children and only five daughters.

Mo Che's mother, Lord Ziying, is the youngest daughter of King Weibei, and the princess's love for her since she was a child can be said to have reached the point of spoiling.

Zi Ying fell in love with Ming Xuan, the third prince who was not the prince, and soon after marriage, the crown prince Ming He was suddenly deposed due to witch Gu, and several princes fought openly and secretly, and this Ming Xuan finally became the biggest winner, and successfully ascended the throne as Emperor Taiwu.

Of course, the king of Weibei has contributed a lot, and the lord of Ziying has also been successfully canonized as the queen, if other emperors are afraid of such a prince with high achievements, but who made the king of Weibei have no son!

Emperor Taiwu was naturally relieved on the surface.

But Mo Che, who is such a proud son of the sky, as a royal family, he is not willing to stay in the palace to enjoy, but often disguises himself and goes out to fight.

Hao Lianxiaotian, a famous general of the Daewoo Dynasty who knew the inside story, often sighed: "Mo Che, why don't you stay in the palace obediently? So that I can have a lot less trouble! ”

On what should have been a quiet and sleepy summer night, the moonlit flowers exude a charming fragrance.

There is a pavilion in the east garden of the largest palace in the south of the capital, and next to the pavilion is a small lake, the lake is built and meandered, and the lake is surrounded by famous flowers and trees.

This is the most beautiful scenery, elegant and pleasant in the middle of the lake, but at this time there is the sound of swords, and the air seems to be full of danger, which is incompatible with this place.

More than a dozen masked black-clothed men were fighting with a group of palace guards, while someone was drinking tea leisurely on the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

It was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, who was reclining in a chair in a lazy posture, his slender white fingers gripping the teacup lightly, but he was full of majesty and strength.

Dressed in a luxurious and exquisite purple and gold embroidered dragon robe, with a knife-like face, handsome as if born, and delicate eyebrows and eyes as perfect as sculptures.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his lazy gaze didn't seem to change at all, only the cold glow in his eyes revealed the killing intent in his heart.

Around him, there were also four people around.

The four, three men and one woman, all stood respectfully beside the man.

It wasn't until there was only one man left in black that the sitting man finally moved slowly and put down the teacup in his hand.

The palace guards who were originally besieging the man in black all stopped, and the air around them seemed to freeze, so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

The remaining masked man in black was the most powerful in this group of killers, and he knew that today's mission had failed, but he was confident that he would still be able to break through the encirclement, kill out, and escape from the palace.

But now he saw the target who had moved, but for no reason, his heart was suddenly startled, the corners of his eyes jumped, a faint touch of shock flashed in his pupils, and a chill welled up in his heart.

Originally, this was the target he wanted to coerce, but he found that this man was not only hidden in his mind.

I'm afraid that he is not an unlearned prince as rumored, and perhaps his skills are also hidden.

Even the four people around him haven't made a move, and now they look at the past, their eyes are shining, their eyes are blazing, and their skills are definitely not bad, and they want to coerce him now, I'm afraid it's a fantasy.