Su Suyi looked up, this is Xuanshuo, the monarch of Kangping Kingdom, he is wearing a yellow robe embroidered with silver patterns, covered with a bright silk placket back, the bun that should have been wearing a crown is now scattered, and it looks even more handsome and chic between the eyebrows, revealing a bright bookish atmosphere.

"Brother Wang."

This person with crown hair and a gorgeous soft satin purple robe is the younger brother of Xuanshuo, the monarch of Kangping Kingdom, the current Prince Mu Mu Feng, and his tone is also a little helpless.

"Brother Chen, I know."

Xuan Shuo saw Mu Feng breathe a soft sigh, and nodded with satisfaction at the moment.

"Mu Feng and Su Qing are both important ministers of my Kangping, but we must help each other and bless my Kangping for a long time."

Su Suyi and Mu Feng both bowed.

After the day was dispersed, Su Suyi and Mu Feng went out of the palace at the same time, but they were like strangers, and they both left with cold faces and surrounded by their respective supporters.

As soon as Su Suyi returned to the mansion, he was greeted by a person, who was Hesong, who everyone thought was crushed in the royal tomb and had already died.

"Master, there's news over there."

He Song said while taking off the shawl on Su Suyi's body.

"How so?"

"King Haotian has been staying for many days, and he seems to be very interested in the witch doctor clan."

He Song put his shawl on his arm.

"Of course she is interested, Jie Worry Gu is from the witch doctor clan, this time she didn't bring Jimo Qinghe, she must have her own plan, ruin my hard work, and make me lose a lot in Haotian, this time, I must let her go and never return."

Su Suyi said ruthlessly.

"The master has a lot of plans, and she will not escape this time."

And Song bowed.

"By the way, how are your injuries?"

Su Suyi looked at him.

"Thanks to the master's blessing, it's almost good, if it weren't for the master who left a secret passage in the royal tomb, Hesong may really be buried in the royal tomb this time."

There was joy in the tone of the song.

"Self-cultivation is not dead yet, his life is really big, if he doesn't get rid of it, it will definitely be a stumbling block."

Su Suyi's voice was cold, as if the person in her mouth had nothing to do with her.

"He Song understands that his subordinates must do their best to find him and hand him over to their masters."

He Song bowed his head and clenched his fists.

"In addition to self-cultivation of that useless boy, Mu Feng actually reprimanded me in front of me in the palace today, if it weren't for the fact that he was the king's brother, relying on the edict of the previous king to divide half of the military talismans, a prince who doesn't learn and has no skills, can actually question me?"

Su Suyi spoke as she walked.

"But the king still trusts the master, the master was not in the court some time ago, and the king also sent many rewards and condolences from time to time."

"Trust?"

Su Suyi walked through a fish pond to the trellis.

"Our king, seems to be obsessed with calligraphy and is chic and spacious, but in fact, he is deep and thoughtful, he just wants to borrow my hand to suppress Mu Feng, or he can go further and get rid of this person who hinders him from holding military power."

She looked at the carefully arranged flowers in front of her.

"Imperial friendship has always been your life and death, but ...... If they hadn't all had their own ideas, they would have helped me. ”

"The master is ambitious, how can such intrigues be able to match him."

He Song saw that Su Suyi's hand on the stamen was a little sharp, and he hurriedly spoke.

Su Suyi put down the hand that wanted to tear the petals.

"I was delayed in Haotian for a few days before, are the things I want ready?"

"The host, it's ready, just ......"

He Song hesitated to speak.

"The baby, will you return it when you're done with it, or will you?"

Su Suyi brushed his sleeves.

"Do you still need me to say this kind of thing, as before, as before, as a dead soldier to send secret training."

"Yes!"

Seeing that Su Suyi was already a little impatient, He Song hurriedly bowed his head and took the order.

At this time, Haotian was late at night, on the palace of Futu, Futu was pacing back and forth in the courtyard with some anxiety, Ji Mo Qinghe sat aside and slightly probed the temperature of the tea stove at hand, Yi Dong stood aside, saw that Ji Mo Qinghe seemed to think it was just right, and immediately lifted the handle of the stove and reached out to pour a full tea cup for him.

"Lord Futu, this mist forest silver emerald is really good, it has the effect of clearing the heart and removing fire, Lord Futu might as well give it a try."

Jimo Qinghe gestured to Yidong to pour a cup for Futu.

Futu stopped his pace, looked at Jimo Qinghe, who was at ease, walked to the table and just picked up the teacup before he could drink it, when a silver-white firework suddenly burst into the sky.

Ji Mo Qinghe raised his head when he heard the sound, and put the cup in his hand on the table.

"It's time for us to go."