The timely reminder of the third prince made him wake up like an initiation.

If he was really drunk, if something happened at night, he might die without knowing what was going on.

"Let's talk about it, let's see if I can help you solve it, brother!" the third prince continued, looking very concerned about Mo Wuxie, in fact, he had long known about Mo Wuxie's love for the princess.

Mo Wuxian didn't have the intention to listen to anyone at all, shook his head and said lightly: "Where is it!"

The third prince sat beside Mo Wuxie, glanced at Yue'er in the distance, then looked at Mo Wuxie, and said with a smile: "Brother Fei, you are interesting to my sister?"

Mo Wuxian didn't want to mention Yue'er the last thing now, and said, "How could it be!"

The third prince seemed to be able to see through a person's thoughts, and said, "Do you want me to help you?"

Mo Wuxian replied: "No!"

The third prince said: "To tell you the truth, our sister is not only very wise, but also likes music and poetry, if you put a little more effort into this area, you will definitely be able to impress your sister's heart!

Mo Wuxian sighed, in fact, he had long known the Dao, and he was indifferent to the false affection of the third prince.

The third prince glanced into the distance, seemed to point something, and said, "Have you seen the situation here?"

Mo Wuxian glanced around and said, "The camps are different, and they are all invited in, which makes me quite curious!"

Suddenly, Mo Wuxian burst into anger.

I saw that Yue'er actually agreed to Fengxing's invitation and wanted to dance together!

Not only Mo Wuxian found out, but even the three princes also found out, and they all frowned.

The current occasion is not suitable for making trouble, although Mo Wuxian is lawless, but he also knows the general situation.

He came to the musician and shouted, "Stop for Lao Tzu!"

Seeing his fierce look, the musicians immediately stopped playing.

Everyone looked at the musician in confusion, and a trace of displeasure flashed on the second prince's face.

"Childe, don't like this tune?"

Mo Wuxian said: "You also call it a tune, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, let Young Master Ben play a song, and you will know if you are called a tune!"

The reason why he did this was to interrupt Yue'er to dance with Fengxing.

Sure enough, Yue'er left Fengxing, and Meimu looked over, full of curiosity and expectation.

Mo Wuxian carried the musician away from the piano platform, and he sat down on it himself.

Plucked the strings and did a little tuning.

He glanced at Yue'er lightly, then glanced at everyone, and said: "This song is called "Butterfly Love", which expresses the sad feelings of a pair of lovers who parted and could only look through the world, and I also hope that there are lovers in the world who will eventually become married!"

To everyone's bewilderment, he began to play.

Originally, it was a song, but he didn't plan to sing it, and people who were in tune with the rhythm would naturally understand it.

As soon as the piano sounded, a sad tune of a lover's parting flowed through the hall......

The incomprehensible people gradually developed special emotions along with the poignant flow of his songs.

In a person's life, there is more or less youthful emotion, especially those who love and part, listen to the music and cry......

This piece was originally very inappropriate for this occasion, but I don't know how, everyone listened, listened, and unearthed what was buried in their hearts, and the whole living room was filled with a sad atmosphere for a while.

The princes stretched their brows and struggled, and struggled and stretched......

After listening to this song, Yue'er seemed to hear his thoughts, read what he wanted to express, and was immediately overwhelmed, and even felt a trace of unbearability and pain in her heart!

The song was over, and after a long time, the people in the hall finally came back to their senses, and everyone's eyes looking at Mo Wuxian were full of gratitude, as if this song had released the stasis in the depths of their hearts.

Originally, the sad atmosphere suddenly turned into cheerfulness, one applause, and then everyone applauded.

"Good song, really good song, it reminds me of the first girl I knew, and what makes me determined is that I must find her!" a middle-aged man applauded, his expression full of determination.

......

Mo Wuxian didn't care about their thoughts in the slightest. He didn't know what was going on, but after playing this song, he suddenly felt that his heart was much broader.

Perhaps, he still doesn't know that there is an emotion called jealousy, a kind of competition called jealousy, a character called playfulness, and a kind of possession is letting go!

The dance party started again, but no one was lucky enough to be Yue'er's dance partner.

As the butterfly love ended, and I didn't know what was going on with Lu Dao, Mo Wuxian found that his heart was open, and he suddenly had a feeling of indifference, it seemed that it didn't matter if Yue'er had a dance partner or not.

Could this be the sublimation of the soul? Mo Wuxian shook his head.

The ball came to an end, indicating that the second prince's birthday banquet was also coming to an end.

The second prince expressed his gratitude again, and then everyone began to leave.

When they arrived at the door, the third prince insisted on giving Mo Wuxian a ride, but Mo Wuxian refused on the grounds that he still had important matters.

Their relationship became closer, which naturally attracted the attention of the second prince, and only a sinister smile appeared on the corner of the second prince's mouth.

Miao Xiong sat in Mo Wuxie's carriage and walked slowly towards the Duke's Palace.

"Be vigilant!"

Mo Wuxian reminded Tie Er.

Now it is late at night, and the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it seems to be gloomy!

Mo Wuxian passed by Imperial Capital Square and stopped in front of an alley.

This alley seemed to be the same as usual, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, but what made Mo Wuxian pause was that the first time he was assassinated was in this alley.

And he still had an ominous premonition today, as if there was a fierce beast in this swarthy alley.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Tie Yi, take a detour!"

This is a shortcut to the Duke's Palace, and a detour may take an extra three miles.

There was a heavy rain falling from the sky, which immediately disturbed the sense of hearing.

A chill rushed into the carriage, making the air in the carriage suddenly damp.

At this moment, Mo Wuxian grabbed Miao Xiong, and with a force of his legs, he smashed through the carriage and swayed up.

Moments before he took to the air, a dense rain of arrows mixed in the raindrops shot the carriage into a hedgehog. The next moment, there was another series of roars, and the rain of arrows chased Mo Wuxian like a poisonous snake.

"There are assassins!

Tie Er roared, and the Iron Blood Guard immediately formed a circle to protect the carriage in the middle. A strong glow erupted from everyone, illuminating the dark night. Tetsu Er rose into the air, and the sword in his hand danced a whirlwind, cutting off some of the feather arrows.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, reflecting a little bit of brilliance under the light of Xuanqi. The arrow stood out in the smooth, cold arrow with a dark light, obviously poisonous.

Mo Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, Ning Bi's sword choked out of its sheath, and with a flick of his wrist, a large piece of sword light danced, and the feather arrow was crushed by Ning Bi's sword!

When he landed, he threw Miao Xiong to the side, and then his face changed greatly.

In the houses on both sides of the street, dozens of black-clothed people rushed out at once, each holding a narrow long sword in his hand. They rushed out of the house, and shot out what had already been prepared in their other hands, and they saw a little cold light floating towards Mo Wuxie en masse!

It's a throwing knife!

Mo Wuxian couldn't escape into the Divine Tomb at this time, if he did that, Miao Xiong behind him would instantly become a sieve.

Iron lightning came in front of Mo Wuxian, and it seemed to be faster than the speed of the flying knife.

He danced his sword, and he heard the ding,

Mo Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, but his face changed again.

A sudden chill ran down his spine before he heard the strong sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air.

"Crossbow bolts!"

Without looking, Mo Wuxian made an accurate judgment.