Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes and looked at the place where his fingers were in contact with Su Qingluan, and the hair on his forehead hung down, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Su Qingluan thought that Mu Xingzhi was still feeling frustrated with his reputation as a "disaster star", so he didn't think there was anything strange about his action.

After all, if I bring it in, my own father is a person who regards himself as a thorn in the flesh, and he also favors other children and snubs his mother, which is very explosive.

And after Su Qingluan knew Mu Xingzhi's identity before, he also went to learn about the life of "Xiao Huan", which can be described as a poor little cabbage that doesn't hurt without his mother.

And if the initiator of everything is his emperor's own father, it feels very desperate to think about it - because in the royal family, if the person who is the father is the emperor, he not only represents the "patriarchal power", but also bears the "imperial power", which belongs to the existence that can be infinitely crushed from emotion, ability to responsibility.

If an ordinary family encounters the best scumbag father, the worst can also fly away, or fight for an unfilial name, go to the government to sue the father for justice to the mother.

But Mu Xingzhi is like this, where is he going? The phrase "the whole world is not the king's land" is not a casual saying.

Although the old emperor's ability is mediocre, on the whole, the country is still stable, and the imperial power has not yet reached the point where it can be shaken.

Under this premise, it seems that no matter how much resistance is useless.

Suddenly, Su Qingluan thought of a question: "But didn't you have military power at that time?" Her voice was low, and it was clear that she knew that the topic was not something to be shouted at.

But in fact, including Mu Xingzhi, except for Su Qingluan and his party, all of whom are practitioners, even if Su Qingluan "lowered her voice", in front of these people with deep internal strength, her voice still came clearly.

It's just that Mu Xingzhi's group knows his identity well, and he is absolutely loyal and reliable, so from the beginning, Su Qingluan was in an environment of "whatever he wants to say" - after all, there are many barren mountains and mountains on the road, and when he enters the city, Su Qingluan himself will be quiet, after all, the flow of people is noisy.

Mu Xingzhi didn't remind Su Qingluan that the two of them were still in a state of finger clasping, and raised his head to look at her: "I did once be in charge of the army." There was still a smile in his eyes, but Mu Xingzhi didn't notice that his smile was not the usual smile on his face, but warmer and softer.

The two bottomless cold pools in his eyes unconsciously flowed with gentle spring water. Su Qingluan may not have been aware of this intellectually, but she looked at Mu Xingzhi who was smiling like this, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved for him and for him, who was still a teenager.

So she muttered angrily: "Since you are so good at leading troops, why don't you ...... What about not standing on your own? ”

Even if he was mentally prepared for Su Qingluan's "unscrupulous words", Mu Xingzhi would still sigh: worthy of Su Qingluan.

Or to be more precise, "Sure enough, it's Su Qingluan" can say something that makes other people's faces change so much without scruples.

So he laughed and teased: "Are you going to let me kill my father and usurp the throne?" ”

At this moment, Su Qingluan was dumbfounded: What is called "killing his father and usurping the throne"? Don't say such a cruel thing with a smile on your face!

"That's it...... Can't you make him the emperor up? ”

"Emperor Taishang, what do you mean?" Mu Xingzhi, who came into contact with this word for the first time, obviously felt a little fresh.

Su Qingluan, who never thought that the concept of "Emperor Taishang" had not appeared on this historical line: ...... Misguided.

So she roughly explained that the "Emperor Taishang" is in the case of his father's death, and the heirs succeed to the throne, similar to the appearance of the Queen Mother, and under Su Qingluan's imagination, such a "Emperor Taishang" is too cheating and must not listen to the government, and can only be a mascot.

"When the time comes, find him a few masters to lecture on the scriptures every day for leisure, and if you have nothing to do, refine the elixir or something, maybe you can make something interesting...... Su Qingluan muttered.

After all, black powder is "cultivated" by cultivating immortals, tofu is "cultivated" by cultivating immortals, and porcelain enamel is "cultivated" by cultivating immortals...... So wouldn't it be good to simply let the old emperor who likes to cultivate immortals and refine pills go to engage in chemical experiments......

At this moment, the remaining six people, who were still talking freely outside the carriage, had become like quails, with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes lowered, and they did not dare to say a word.

Whether it was the groom or Yaoguang sitting on the wheel outside the car, or Songbo who followed behind on a horse, they all regarded the content of the conversation as if they couldn't hear the conversation at all, but except for Songbo, who was not strange, the remaining three people would still be frightened by Su Qingluan's "unscrupulous" way of speaking.

After all, what is casually exported is a great rebellion that can harm the nine clans, should it be said that it is heartless, or is it a master of art who is bold? After all, everyone present knew that Mu Xingzhi was also a real member of the royal family.

Although their thoughts are still subtly different, at this moment, everyone invariably has a strange admiration for Su Qingluan - being able to easily say such amazing words is also a convincing existence.

When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's "captivity" plan for his father, he first laughed a few times, and then probably thought it was too funny, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

This kind of laughter is the kind of very cheerful and presumptuous laughter, which surprises the people outside, and Su Qingluan is full of question marks.

"You...... You okay? Could it be a fever? Su Qingluan asked cautiously, wanting to reach out to measure the temperature of Mu Xingzhi's forehead, only to find that his fingers were still holding the tips of Mu Xingzhi's fingers.

That's embarrassing......

Su Qingluan tried to withdraw his fingers naturally and unpretentiously, but was held by Mu Xingzhi.

Mu Xingzhi's fingertips had been contaminated with her body temperature, becoming less warm and less warm. But the temperature of his entire palm was still on the cold side.

Su Qingluan didn't know why, and suddenly remembered that when she was in college, one of her roommates said that in her grandmother's hometown, there was such a saying, which said that if the temperature of the hand was cold, it meant that the person's fortune was small and no one loved him. And if the palms are hot, it means that there are many people who care about him or her.

She didn't know why she suddenly thought of this sentence, but this sentence made her not immediately withdraw her hand, but let the other party gently hold it, as if she could pass her body temperature to the other party, after all, in this life, Su Qingluan is loved by many, many people.

So, she should be generous and give him a little bit, it's okay, right?

Su Qingluan thought so.