Mo Chenyuan, the only royal prince of Xiliang Kingdom.

Holding the power of the tiger talisman in his hand, he has been in charge of a million male soldiers to guard the border for many years.

Obviously, the bloodline of the Helian royal family enjoys the honor of having the same mother's surname.

I heard that before the current saint ascended the throne, he secretly played some tricks to kill his siblings, but Mo Chenyuan avoided it perfectly because he was still young.

But no one expected that although the first emperor had set an heir to the throne before his death, he also left better military power to his younger son.

After so many years in the blink of an eye, the Xiliang Kingdom has prospered, but Mo Chenyuan has always been an existence above the imperial power.

Feng Wanyue looked at the man who had already walked in front of her with clear eyes.

A pair of deep black ink pupils, the tails of the phoenix eyes are slightly raised, revealing some anger.

The delicate facial features are naturally impeccable, and the slightly curved thin lips add a bit of bewitching handsomeness to him.

The ink-colored brocade robe on his body blended with the night, and only the unicorn pattern embroidered with gold thread on the belt was particularly dazzling.

She opened her lips indifferently, and her tone was flat, "The prince said that he laughed, the courtiers didn't understand the rules before, so they called the wrong title, and my sister also taught the courtiers not to be disrespectful to the prince." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chenyuan's eyes flashed slightly.

After being silent for a moment, he suddenly smiled faintly, "The Zhenguo Mansion is a relative of the emperor, and you are still the lord of Zhaohua County, so why not call this king an imperial uncle?" ”

Since the other party said so, Feng Wanyue naturally would not continue to be strong.

Anyway, it's just a title, and it won't drop a piece of meat if you call it, "Uncle Huang." ”

"Hmm."

“……”

A few days ago, Mo Chenyuan naturally inquired about the affairs of the Su family.

Unexpectedly, the little girl of the Feng family is quite capable.

Although the Yuanbao Taoist Temple sitting in the suburbs is not famous, since it has won Su Xun's appreciation, I am afraid that it will become the first in Xiliang Country in the future.

His phoenix eyes narrowed, and he asked, "You are a teacher of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion?" ”

"Tianji Pavilion?"

It was the first time Feng Wanyue had heard of it, so she only shook her head, "What's that?" ”

Seeing that her expression didn't look like she was lying, Mo Chenyuan didn't ask much, but said, "It's not too early, Miss Feng Er will go back to the house to rest early after worshipping the crown princess, and this king will leave first." ”

"Wang ...... Uncle Huang walked slowly. ”

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared into the night that Feng Wanyue slowly retracted her gaze.

It is rumored that Mo Chenyuan is bloodthirsty and affectionate, and has the habit of eating human flesh and drinking human blood, why does this kind of person come to worship his sister?

Feng Wanyue couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have time to think about it.

He hurriedly took out three yellow talismans and summoned nearby spirits.

Ghosts are naturally more clever than people, not to mention that Feng Wanyue used the Heavenly Thunder Curse in Su Mansion to overpower the ghosts, and he has become famous in a battle.

In the blink of an eye, the coffin, which was stained with dirt, was lifted out of the ground.

Suddenly, one of the imps let out a frightened cry, "Master, the coffin has been nailed with forty-nine nails!" ”

According to the rules, the normal root should be seven, and the forty-nine root is the most cruel punishment for the deceased, just because - eternal life can not be reborn.

In the Xuanmen Feng Shui ghost technique, if this is the case, it is completely possible to cover up the dead qi of the deceased.

Feng Wanyue forced a calm opening, "Open the coffin." ”

Several geists looked at each other, not daring to disobey.

When the coffin faded and the coffin opened, Feng Wanyue suddenly closed her eyes.

She was too frightened to look at it.

Even if he knew that there was no body of Feng Yunyan in it at all.

The spirits didn't dare to disturb them much, so they had to float away quietly.