"Mo Jingyue, you dare!!"

Although Feng Yue was shocked that Wei Lin was Mo Xuanchen, and was also shocked that the prince had actually entered the southern realm, after hearing Mo Jingyue's words in a trance, he still stepped forward suddenly, and a long lance blocked in front of Mo Xuanchen.

"The prince is the blood of the old prince, and he is the descendant of the Mo family, you dare to touch him?!"

Mo Jingyue sneered: "Just a child, why don't you dare? ”

"You brute!"

Feng Yue was furious, "If it wasn't for the old prince who picked you up, you would have died a long time ago, it was the old prince who taught you to become a talent and let you join the army, you are actually ungrateful?" ”

"And you ......"

Feng Yue glared at Mo Jingyue and the people behind him, "You Mo family army have more or less received the kindness of the old prince, and you have forgotten all the words of swearing allegiance to the prince back then, or have you forgotten that you used to be surnamed Mo, and now you are going to follow Mo Jingyue to help you abuse the heirs of the Mo family?" ”

"Are you worthy of the old prince?!"

The crowd was quiet for a while, but a middle-aged man who followed Mo Jingyue stepped forward.

"General Feng's words are wrong, we are indeed loyal to the old prince, but the old prince has been gone for many years, will the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the south not live after he leaves?"

Wen Yanqing is Mo Jingyue's diehard loyalist, and like Fang Xu, he has long hated Emperor Jing and wants his own prince to rebel.

Now that it has been reversed, it will never let Feng Yue mess up the morale of the army.

"Over the years, it was the prince who took us to the bloody battlefield, and it was also the eldest prince and the second prince who fought side by side with us to repel the enemy army, he Mo Xuanchen lived in the high bed and soft pillow in the capital, and the skin and white flesh were tender and the bones were soft, and now he is even more scheming, in a vain attempt to deliver everything in the south to the court, in order to flatter Emperor Jing."

"How can a person like him be worthy of being a descendant of the Mo family, and how can he be worthy of making me and others obedient?"

Hearing this, Qingyi said solemnly, "The old prince said when he was alive that the army never talked about his background, only about his merits. ”

"The ancestors of the Mo family were just beggars back then, and the Murong royal family started out in chaos, and the people in the upper echelons of this world have always been capable, compared to Mo Xuanchen, I think the eldest son and the second son are more suitable to be the sons of this world."

"You!" Feng Yue glared angrily, "You are clearly ambitious......

"So what, who doesn't want a good future in the army?"

Hearing this, Yanqing turned his head behind him and encouraged everyone to shout,

"Brothers, we have been fighting on the battlefield for many years to get to where we are today, Mo Xuanchen and his children just wanted to pick peaches halfway with their ancestral shade, and I was the first to disagree when I heard Yanqing."

"The prince has an order, kill Feng Yue and Mo Xuanchen, and the prince will have a heavy reward!!"

Almost all of the people who could be taken out of the southern realm by Mo Jingyue were his henchmen, even if there were one or two who still had a conscience and still remembered the old prince Mo, they were also swayed by Wen Yanqing's heart at this time.

Seeing that Feng Yue still wanted to say something, Mo Xuanchen stretched out his hand to stop him: "No need to say it, they will get rid of me today." ”

Xun Ying covered her injured arm and turned pale: "King Zhennan, do you want to rebel?" ”

Mo Jingyue: "It's you, King Hui, and Mo Xuanchen who calculate this king first!" ”

Xun Ying hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, we have never calculated with you, let alone know that Wei Lin is the son of Mo Shizi......"

"Do you know about the things in the Chunyang Pavilion? Do you know that he conspired with Wei Runan? ”

"I ......"

"On the day Fang Xu was scolded by the cane, you were all there, have you ever distinguished half of the sentences for my son?"

Cypriot English stopper.

Seeing this, Mo Jingyue sneered: "If you have a calculating heart, don't blame this king for being ruthless, if you are unwilling, wait until you go to Huangquan and then deal with Mo Xuanchen, who let him take advantage of you!" ”

Xun Ying's face turned pale.

Compared with Xun Ying's fear, Chen Feng'an was much more indifferent, he had already seen that Mo Jingyue had a murderous intention for them, and Mo Xuanchen was probably conspiring with the second prince behind His Majesty's back, wanting to meddle in the military power in the south, and they must also have the intention of killing Mo Jingyue.

The grudge between Mo Xuanchen and Mo Jingyue is difficult to reconcile, and whoever has the upper hand today will not give up.

Chen Feng'an didn't have expectations for Mo Jingyue like Xun Ying, thinking that he could persuade him to "turn back", he just turned his head to Mo Xuanchen and said, "Mo Shizi, what should we do?" ”

Feng Yue said coldly: "Kill out!" ”

"I want to kill it, dream!"

Mo Xiyuan sneered, so many of them surrounded the entire Yushan County, and even Mo Xuanchen's reinforcements were blocked out of Yushan by them, if they still called these people to kill them, then they had lived in vain for so many years, it was better to just take off their heads and give them to them.

Mo Xuanchen smiled lightly: "If it's a dream, then let's try it." ”

Mo Xiyuan was furious: "Kill them!" ”

The crowd flocked to the front, sealing the more than one horse in front of the other.

Just as the two sides were about to hand over short troops, Mo Jingyue suddenly heard a scream.

"Father!"

Mo Jingyue was shocked: "Stop!" ”

"Lord ......"

"I'm telling you to stop!!"

Mo Jingyue shouted angrily at Wen Yanqing.

Wen Yanqing frowned tightly and stopped, and the others also froze in place, and as soon as Mo Jingyue looked up, he saw someone walking out behind Mo Xuanchen, and a little girl with long hair and a shawl in her hand was quite embarrassed.

The girl's gorgeous red dress had long been dirty, her hairband was scattered, and her little face was covered with stains.

Her eyes were red from crying, and when she was dragged in front of her by the arm, she looked at Mo Jingyue's father and son in the crowd opposite and was shocked and frightened.

"Father, big brother, save my ......"

"Yiling!" Mo Xiyuan didn't expect to see his little sister here, he glared at the other side violently, his eyes were about to split, "Mo Xuanchen, you are despicable!" ”

Mo Xuanchen's expression was cold: "No matter how despicable you are, you can't be despicable to your father." ”

"My father would never do such a decent......"

"That's not necessarily, maybe your father will be even more obscene, second uncle, are you right?"

Mo Jingyue's pupils trembled when he listened to Mo Xuanchen's words, and when the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his knuckles turned white.

He looked at his crying little daughter and his head was ringing, the set of clothes Mo Yiling was wearing when he went to Beizhuang that night when she came out to greet him, the same hair ornament, the same dress, and even the string of jewels she hung around her neck had not been removed.

He still remembered the way his youngest daughter was coquettish with him at that time, and he also remembered the beautiful face of the man in the village when he looked at them with a smile.

That night, Mo Jingyue had to prepare for the next day's departure, and left the village without finishing dinner overnight, but he didn't expect Mo Xuanchen and them to actually find it.

Yiling was arrested by them, and the people in the village ......

Mo Jingyue raised his eyes to Shang Mo Xuanchen's gaze full of ridicule and mockery, and only felt chills all over his body.

Sure enough, he knew.

He knows everything.

Mo Xuanchen looked at the crying embarrassed Mo Yiling, holding the wooden handle of the spear and provoking her immature little face: "It is said that the Zhennan Wangfu has good bamboo shoots, and the second uncle gave birth to a fairy-like little daughter, who has been held in the palm of her hand for so many years and regarded it as a treasure, but now she is really good-looking, but it is a pity that whether she can live depends on whether her father really loves her." ”

He turned his head and looked at Mo Jingyue with a smile,

"Second uncle, are you retiring from the army?"