After breakfast, Mo Chenyi's mood seemed to be very good, although he didn't smile much, the whole atmosphere felt a lot more relaxed. He retreated, leaving only Nu Feng and Hua Ying to follow.

The back garden is very large, and although the flowers in full bloom cannot be compared to the imperial garden, they can be regarded as full of flowers. Hua Ying is not a person who loves flowers, but she likes it when she sees it, and she is very rich in spiritual power, and it is a good place to repair spiritual power.

Mo Chenyi knows how to enjoy it very well, and he ordered people to put all the weapons that he uses to practice martial arts on weekdays here, but these weapons seem to have not been touched for a long time. Presumably he hasn't moved since he was injured and couldn't practice martial arts!

"Do you want to see this king dance the sword?" Mo Chenyi pulled out the sword that was sitting on the side, her fingertips slowly slid over the sword body, and for a moment she felt a sense of sadness, probably pity him, and nodded with a ghost.

Mo Chenyi glanced at her sideways and chuckled. The corners of his eyes are slightly curved, and his slender eyes are exquisitely clear, drawing a perfect arc. As if he had a soul in his heart, when Hua Ying inadvertently met his eyes, he hooked his lips and smiled, and he was romantic, and this demonic appearance almost hooked Hua Ying's soul.

He took out his sword and held it in his hand, and pulled it lightly, neatly.

Nu Feng didn't know when and where he felt a Xiao, and his low tone was extremely in line with Mo Chenyi.

The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, faintly sandwiched with the wind air, making the waves advance layer by layer; Suddenly, the plum blossoms are fragrant, which makes people intoxicated by the flowers; Plum blossoms suddenly flew like snowflakes, like a whirlwind in the canyon, soaring into the sky; It is as light as flowing clouds covering the moon, and the silver light in the deep valley is quiet and sparkling.

On the other hand, Mo Chenyi's dancing sword is really unparalleled in the world, and the sword qi seems to have been given life, and it is free to swim around him. The wind of the sword blew and brought up his clothes, as if dancing like this, he wanted to ride the wind back. Gently pulling the sword flower, blooming like a cold plum, with his killing valve decisive, cold and proud. The sword is like frost and snow, and the body is silver, like a lifetime of independence. The silver light flashed, the sword rose, like the bright moon in the sky, clear and quiet, flowers and leaves flying.

She watched from afar, only to think that the immortal somewhere had accidentally fallen into the mortal dust.

A Xiao and a sword are perfectly matched, vividly interpreting the four words wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Seeing her stunned appearance, he was very satisfied with the envy in her eyes, and thrust the sword backhand, and the sword body was neatly sheathed.

One hand grabbed her waist and chuckled. "How is this king dancing?"

"What are you doing?" When he wrapped his arms around her waist, she knew that this stingy prince might not know what to do again. In short, he is blamed everywhere today. "Let go of me."

"Don't let go! Unless you tell me how well this king dances. Ambiguously whispered in her ear, there was a bad look of a ruffian, and the previous coldness and indifference were exhausted.

The slave on the side calmly looked away, but in his heart, he slandered, "Your Highness, is it really good for you to be so shameless?" ”

Hua Ying couldn't stand his bursts of convulsions, and she really didn't understand what he was going to do. Pulling his hand away, he thought about it for a while and said slowly: "The wind is blowing through the mountains and rivers, and the flowers are scattered into mud and always bloom undefeated." The snow is the sunrise and the eaves are white, and the moon is close at hand. ”

For a long time, the man didn't reply to her words, but just lowered his lips and smiled. "You seem to think highly of the heart of this king." Dissatisfied with her answer, he turned her body and said softly with a straight chest. "The wind is the life of the world, the world embraces you into your arms, and the flowers are still smiling. The snow is full of nostalgia and lingering for a long time, and the moon is a thousand rays of brilliance waiting for you to return. ”

The sudden affectionate confession shocked the two of them for a while, one was a slave and the other was Hua Ying.

Nu Feng is a person who understands the market, and when he sees that the wind is not in the right direction, he immediately flashes people, and when will he not leave at this time? If he doesn't leave, the prince's eyes can kill him. The prince is so affectionate to a woman, no! She......

"You, you...... It's so esoteric to speak. The slave and maid did not understand, and the slave and maid retired. Hua Ying panicked out of his confinement, and said the slave twice in a row, reminding him of the identity between him and her. She can't be moved, she can't be moved, she can only pretend not to understand and choose to escape.

finally had the opportunity for the two of them to be alone, where would Mo Chenyi easily let her escape like this. "Bad thing, do you know, you stutter when you're nervous."

"I, I, I, I, I, I!"

"Huh? Not yet? He glanced at her with a smile, this bad guy is always duplicitous.

"Your Highness, Zhao Fuyin asks to see you." The slave wind came out of nowhere, startling Hua Ying.

Originally, she thought that Mo Chenyi would be relieved if she went to meet Zhao Fuyin, but who knew that this stingy prince dragged her hand and went to the hall.

He struggled secretly a few times without breaking free of his hand, and only when he reached the hall did he let go. Because of the presence of guests, Hua Ying was not embarrassed to throw off her sleeves and leave, so she had to follow him silently.

"Make tea!"

Mo Chenyi sat on the upper seat and swallowed two words.

Hua Ying thought she was asking her to make tea, walked to the side and lifted the teapot to fill it for him, and was about to go to Nafu Yin to pour tea.

"Slave Wind!"

Nu Feng immediately took the teapot in her hand and poured tea for Fu Yin, and couldn't help wailing in his heart, "I want him to pour tea for a three-grade Fu Yin with a knife, where is the reason?" ”

Mo Chenyi didn't care what he was thinking, in short, he just couldn't see her serving tea and pouring water for other men.

Lord Yin of Nafu was a little flattered, but he also accepted the slave wind's tea calmly. "Lord Qi, the case of the female corpse of Yong'an Bridge has been concluded, and I invite the prince to take a look." As he spoke, he handed the letter in his hand to Nu Feng.

Originally, such a murder case occurred, and it should have been handed over to Kaifeng Mansion Yin to deal with, but Mo Chenyi was bored and took the initiative to ask the Holy Lord to examine the case, and Mansion Yin had to ask him for instructions on everything.

Hua Ying glanced at Fu Yin, this person was the county magistrate who tried the case of the female ghost. Only then did she figure out that this person was not a county order, but Kaifeng Mansion Yin. At that time, she had just arrived in Kyoto, and she didn't know much about official positions, thinking that as long as she was an official, she would be called a prefectural order.

Mo Chenyi took the letter and read it, and knew it in his heart. "That's very good. You do it as soon as possible. ”

Hua Ying stood behind him, she couldn't see what the content of the letter was, and probably saw a few keywords, and summarized that the murderer should be improvised. The female murderer has been ambushed, while the male murderer is still on the run.

In this way, the man in black who abducted her to the grove yesterday did not know that his accomplice was in prison, and mistakenly mistook her for an accomplice. Either way, her situation is very dangerous now, and once the man in black learns of his arrest, she will be the next to die.