can hang his last breath for 7749 days without dying. ”

"Good!" Zi Mucheng's eyes lit up and he hurriedly took it.

That's what he needs!

If Taihong had been tortured to death early, then what fun would there be. If you can abuse Taihong for one more day, you will have one more day.

The elixir given by Ziqian Mo is just right.

"One more thing." Mo Yan pondered for a while, and suddenly spoke, "There is also a dangerous person living in this administrative building. ”

"Who?" Zi Mucheng's expression suddenly became vigilant.

"Chu Wuxu." Mo Yan paused word by word, with disgust.

"She." Zi Mucheng also frowned slightly, "I'll find an opportunity to send her out of Xuanwu Academy." ”

He has never had a good impression of the eldest princess Chu Wuxu.

Chu Wuxu had a bad reputation, and he had come to the Purple Mansion several times to make trouble.

"That's for the best."

Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo were inconvenient to delay in the Immortal Pavilion for too long.

After all, the relationship between the Immortal Pavilion and the Rilun Pavilion has never been very good. Even if it's a formulaic routine home visit, there's no reason to stay too long.

What Zi Mucheng didn't expect was that as soon as Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo left on their front feet, the "dangerous person" Chu Wuxu came to the door.

"Vice President of Tangtai, I heard that you are sick, and this princess specially made a soup and medicinal food."

Chu Wuxu appeared at the door of the bedroom.

There is no closure.

And Chu Wuxu was not particular, so he walked in directly.

Zi Mucheng was facing away from Chu Wuxu, standing at the window, watching Xiao Qianmo and Mo Yan hold hands and leave in an intimate manner.

Chu Wuxu's sudden intrusion made Zi Mucheng's back stiffen and frown.

"No need."

A cold voice, full of rejection.

"You can't say that, Vice President of Tangtai, the second prince is dead, and Tang Guifei's/person has no hope. The two of us are now grasshoppers on a rope, and this palace advises you, don't take the Beilan royal family too seriously, which prince died, it doesn't matter at all. We should take a long-term view and lock on to the Zhongzhou Empire. ”

Chu Wuxu failed to get the evening sheng July flower, so the fire sores on his face have not been good so far, so he can only cover them with a black veil.

"Hmm."

Zi Mucheng didn't know the details of Chu Wuxu, so he could only hold the shelf and respond.

Waiting for her to reveal more on her own.

Sure enough—

Chu Wuxu didn't notice anything unusual about "Tang Taihong", and continued: "My son Mo Yan came just now, didn't he? Did she mention me? Did he come to me? If he is willing to recognize me as a mother, then we can immediately leave the mess of Beilan Kingdom and go directly to the Zhongzhou Empire, and if he is his prince of Zhongzhou, then I can at least be a princess. ”

The tone is quite urgent, and a pair of eyes are full of greedy desire/desire.

Zi Mucheng had a sick look on his face, pale and withered, and he didn't react, but in fact, there was already a monstrous wave in his heart!

Mo Yan is the prince of the Middle-earth Empire?!

Mo Yan's biological mother turned out to be Chu Wuxu, the eldest princess of Beilan?

His identity is so prominent, he is the best in the mainland, and he has been a guard in the Zi family for thirteen years? Take care of and protect Xiao Qianmo for so many years?

Zi Mucheng felt that his brain was running out of resources.

It was like it exploded.

He began to worry about Xiao Qianmo - if Mo Yan was just the president of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, it would be okay, the two of them were quite compatible, and there would be no obstacles to getting married.