Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Maiden Cherishes the Rui

"The person who took the master's life has not yet been born!" The black scab spat at the ground with a mouthful of blood and foam, waved his hand and beckoned, and the cat's waist rushed to Mo Haoning's crotch and got off the horse.

"Smack! Smack!" Two whips fell, and the two men were immediately knocked to the ground, splashing a thin layer of smoke.

Black Mole and the other two hesitated and stopped approaching.

"Say, 'Who commanded you to come?' Mo Haoning twisted his eyebrows and stared at the black mole.

"Yikes!" The black mole screamed and rushed forward.

A cold light flashed, Mo Haoning was startled, pulled the reins sharply, and the horse under his crotch stood up with a neigh, and in this moment, the black mole passed by the horse's hooves with a short knife in his hand.

"Ahh Before the black mole came back to his senses, the horse's hooves fell and were stepping on the back of the black mole, accompanied by the screams of the black mole, and the vertebrae were broken.

"Take it!" Mo Haoning was about to continue swinging the long whip when Su Huaizuo's voice sounded in his ears. As soon as the words fell, several forbidden soldiers stepped forward and quickly pressed the remaining minions to the ground.

"Lord Wang, next time, can you wait for the last general?" Su Huaizuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Mo Haoning a little helplessly, "Anyway, I'm also a forbidden army general, can the prince save me some face?"

"No." Mo Haoning waved the long whip in his hand, spun in the air, and then slammed to the ground with a bang. The minions who were tied to the ground were scared to pee.

"You ......" Su Huaizuo wanted to argue, but he was a little temperless.

"My horse is faster than yours." Mo Haoning took the long whip, tightened the reins, and smiled back.

"But you are the prince, is it okay to leave this kind of rough work to the last general?"

"Not good." Mo Haoning didn't even think about it, "Your fist and foot skills are not as good as mine. Chu Yun, catch up with the carriage, we have to go back to the palace to give the decree!" After that, Mo Haoning glanced back at Su Huaizuo, "It's really boring, you will still do this kind of unchallenged work in the future."

"I...... You ......" Su Huaizuo was a little deflated, looking at Mo Haoning's back as he walked away, Su Huaizuo had to sigh, beckoned his subordinates to tie the minions into a string, tie them to the reins, and bring them back to Jin'ancheng for questioning.

"Look, General." Su Huaizuo just wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by his junior colonel.

Su Huaizuo looked back, and the little colonel was holding a small waist card in his palm. Su Huaizuo leaned over and took the waist card, and looked carefully, there was a small word "Lin" engraved on it.

Su Huaizuo pondered for a moment and said to Xiao Xiaoxiao, "First escort them back to Dali Temple and hand them over to Master Qiao to deal with. I'll go into the palace."

"Yes!"

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"Father!" Mo Haoning took Granny Feng into the Zichen Palace.

"The old woman has kowtowed to the emperor." As she spoke, Granny Feng knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed.

The words reached the ears of Xi Rui, who was kneeling on the side, she raised her head in disbelief, stared at Granny Feng for a long time, hesitated and called softly, "Mother!"

Granny Feng was stunned for a moment, turned her head and saw Xi Rui, the Xi Rui in front of her and the childhood flowers slowly converged in front of Granny Feng's eyes, Granny Feng rubbed her eyes, and asked tentatively, "Flowers? Is that you?"

"Mother! It's me! It's me!" Xi Rui cried and shouted, knelt down in front of Granny Feng, and the mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried, "Mother! My daughter thinks she'll never see you again in this life!"

Mo Junchen waved his hand, and Mo Haoning arched his hand and withdrew from the Zichen Palace.

"Lord Wang, please come here." Chang Shiliang hurriedly led Mo Haoning to sit down in the flower hall on the side, and served tea with his own hands.

"Thank you, Grandpa Chang." Mo Haoning arched his hand.

Chang Shiliang dodged this salute on one side, bowed down and smiled, "You rest first." After that, he turned around and took the tea that had been soaked and dried to eight minutes, and walked into the Zichen Palace.

"Xirui, say it. I promised you, I have done it, and you still won't say it?" Looking at Xi Rui's hesitant gaze, Mo Junchen felt a little impatient in his heart.

"Speak, kid. If the emperor wants to know anything from his old man, you can tell him." Granny Feng also persuaded on the side, "If it weren't for the timely arrival of the people sent by the emperor today, our mother and daughter

I'm afraid it's really hard to see each other again." As she spoke, two tears slipped from the corners of Granny Feng's eyes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye soaked into the wrinkled skin.

"Our master is a poor man, too." Xi Rui glanced at Granny Feng, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Before entering the palace, our master told our master not to be too publicistic after entering the palace, everything should be low-key, if there is a dispute in the harem, we must stabilize our mind, don't fight, it should be the master's, sooner or later it will be the master's, it shouldn't be the master's, even if you grab it, you will lose it in the end." Because of these teachings, our master has been keeping to himself since entering the palace, not fighting or grabbing, and he has been driving with him for more than ten years, and he is also a beauty."

Xirui paused and continued, "Fortunately, with the emperor's favor and a son, the master not only has the status of Jieyu, but also can raise the child himself, which makes the master very content. From the moment His Royal Highness the Twelfth landed on the ground, our master had no distracting desires, and just wanted His Highness to grow up safe and healthy. But all of this came to naught just over half a month ago."

"Chen'er is sick, I'm also anxious, why can't she wait?" Mo Junchen sighed. With the words of the maid, Mo Junchen remembered Qi Qingyu's appearance when she first entered the palace, quiet and elegant, like a lotus flower in the downtown area, which made people can't help but look twice.

"Master, how should she wait?" Xi Rui looked at Mo Junchen with teary eyes, "Every night when His Highness is ill, the master is guarding the door of Muyuan Hall, even if he can't go in, the master has to stay there, every wail of His Highness makes the master feel distressed, the master stays like this, his face is getting haggard day by day, and his head is full of green silk and all turned into white hair, but she is afraid that you will be worried, and every day she orders the slave to hide all her own hair with a wig bag."

"She's ......" Mo Junchen couldn't help but feel distressed, he didn't expect Qi Qingyu to carry such a great grief in a place he couldn't see.

Xirui didn't seem to hear Mo Junchen's words, and continued to herself: "Seeing that Your Majesty has been unable to stop His Highness's illness, and the Tai Hospital has also killed several people because of this, the master is really afraid, she is afraid that her only son will leave her. And at this moment, a pigeon landed in the Liuyun Palace, the master thought it was upset, so he ordered the slave to drive it away, but the slave and the maid approached and found that the pigeon was not only not afraid of people, but also tied a small bamboo tube to the pigeon's feet. The slave untied the bamboo tube and handed it to the master, after the master got it, he found that the bamboo tube could be opened, and when he opened it, there was a small note inside, which read: Yin Banxian in the west of the city can save twelve. It's wood."

"Pigeons?" Mo Junchen's gaze suddenly became sharp.

"Yes." Xi Rui nodded, "After reading the note, the master was surprised, but there was a trace of hesitation, but from that night, the master finally began to eat."

"You mean that after reading the note, Harumi started eating?" Mo Junchen's brows became tighter and tighter.