Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 482
"Uncle Yu is joking again, old man, he is not willing to take your old life." Mo Junli bent his eyes and smiled, and pulled the little girl's sleeve without any trace, signaling her to pay attention to the threshold under her feet, "Then I will Go ahead with Mr.

"Here." Yu Deyong answered with a low eyebrow, watching the two of them pass through the door and through several hallways calmly. Three points suspicious.

Why did he feel that the "Taoist of Prejudice" standing beside his highness looked like a girl?
The palace people waiting in the imperial study room were thoroughly cleaned up by Emperor Yun Jing early in the morning. When Mo Junli entered the room and saw that there was no one around, the slightly tense string in his heart immediately relaxed by seven points.

The young man led Mu Da Guoshi, swayed and rushed into the imperial study excitedly, with such strides that his relatives did not recognize him.

Mu Xici deeply suspected that if this old man hadn't remembered for the time being that he came here today for business, he might have dragged her and simply jumped and ran in.

——It was the first time she saw someone entering the imperial study as if they were going home.

Grand Master Mu raised his forehead in a sense of disappointment, and incidentally arched his head with a bamboo hat.

She didn't know that for Yu Mo Junli, entering the imperial study was no different from going home, even closer than going home.

——After all, what he has done the most in the Imperial Study Room is to cry poorly to his father, three times a month, rain or shine, and every time he can return home with a full load, he is naturally very kind to the Imperial Study Room in his heart.

"My old man who is getting bald and getting longer and uglier~ Let's see who your handsome and suave Haoer Shui brought~" Mo Junli curled up his lips and smiled eccentrically, and the blurted words once made the little girl It felt like his intellect had come to some kind of magical depression.

In fact, he didn't want to look so mentally retarded, but the fact that he brought his little girl to meet his father had an atmosphere of "meeting parents and talking about marriage".

Although he knew that what his father wanted to see was a "daoist born in vain", his little national teacher's current identity was not the "Miss Mu" of the Duke's Mansion.

But this didn't affect the slightly subtle feeling in the slightest, which made him uncontrollably excited...and even went mad.

Anyway, there are no outsiders here, it shouldn't hurt him to go crazy a little bit.

The young man frowned and thought wildly, the moment Emperor Yun Jing heard his words, he instinctively blew his beard and stared: "Bah! Brat, you're the only one who is bald!"

"You old man, I'm still in my prime, and besides, you're so handsome and suave!"

"How old are you, can you show some face..." Mo Jingyao cursed, threw away the pen and ink in his hand, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the noble young man who rushed in.

Unexpectedly, this look almost shocked his soul.

Seeing the figure next to Mo Junli, Emperor Yun Jing swallowed the swear words that rushed to his lips and was about to escape, and then changed the subject very stiffly: "...Ahaha, this one, This one is the Daoist who lives in vain, look up to him for a long time."

"Grass people are born in vain, and I have seen Your Majesty." Master Mu pretended to clear his throat, raised his sleeves and cupped his hands to pinch out that ethereal voice that could not distinguish between male, female, old and young, and decisively chose to turn a blind eye to everything just now.

She didn't hear A Yan say that His Majesty has a bald head, nor did she hear His Majesty swearing.

That's right, that's it.

The little girl thought to herself, but she didn't know that her movement immediately made Mo Jingyao's heart beat.

The emperor's eyes involuntarily fell on the thin figure in Taoist robe and bamboo hat, his eyes trembled again and again, and then he smiled and waved his sleeves pretendingly: "Mr.

"Ayan, come here, I... I have something to tell you."

Huh, the old man got nervous with him.

Seeing this, Mo Junli raised his brows leisurely, moved his hands together, and stepped forward in two or three steps very recklessly.

Seeing him coming, Emperor Yun Jing hurriedly grabbed the boy by the collar, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Stinky boy, are you sure you brought the wrong person?"

"Is this really your friend, Taoist Wangsheng of Mengshenglou?"

"Is he...was he born a little too thin?" Mo Jingyao was full of suspicion, and his eyes drifted uncontrollably to Mu Xici as he spoke.

If he had read correctly just now, the Taoist wearing the bamboo hat did not even reach his browbones—could this man be five feet tall without the hat?
Could it be an underage child?
... But if it is a child, how can a child have such deep morality!

"Don't just go to the street and drag someone over here, deliberately fooling you and me, right?" Emperor Yunjing gritted his teeth, expressing deep concern about his son's character——

In the final analysis, those who have always been suitable to be emperors are not good ones, especially those like his son, who are from dark skin to heart.

Even when he puts on his clothes, he still looks like a dog, but it's a pity that two taels of black ash fall off when he takes a step.

Mo Jingyao was worried, but Mo Junli smiled even more when he heard the words: "Don't worry, old man, I swear on your old man's evening festival, the one I brought you here today is definitely Mr. himself."

Hiss~ Cub smash, what you said makes people feel that the evening festival is not guaranteed!

Emperor Yunjing grinned and took a breath, he seemed to hear the sound of something disappearing with the wind when the young man swore just now, and what dissipated in the wind seemed to be his few evening festivals.

The father and son gathered in one place and chattered for a while, Master Mu Daguo listened to their (thought to be quiet) conversation from afar, and couldn't help smiling as he straightened the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe: "Your Majesty has dragged His Highness over for so long, but you can't trust the grassroots? "

"Sir, you are serious." Mo Jingyao, who was killed unexpectedly, was shocked, his thoughts were suddenly broken by humanity, and there was a little bit of embarrassment on his face, "I... I am just a little curious .”

"Mr. Curious, why do you still wear this bamboo hat in the house? Is it because you don't want people to see your true face, or...or is there something else?"

Emperor Yun Jing tried his best to speak tactfully, but what he wanted to ask the most was whether the Taoist in front of him was his son who just called out to fool him.

Hearing this, the little girl chuckled and stroked the moon-white soft gauze hanging from the bamboo hat, pretending to carelessly rub her fingertips: "There is nothing to say about this, and it's not that the grass people don't want to be seen."

"Caomin is just worried that His Majesty will be a little frightened after seeing Caomin's appearance—" Mu Da Guoshi deliberately dragged the end of the sound meaningfully, and Mo Jingyao was aroused to rebel after hearing this.

"Sir, I'm more and more curious." He became interested, and immediately loosened the boy's skirt, and then confidently put his forearm on the armrest, "Don't worry, sir, just put the bamboo hat on." Just take it off."

"I will never be intimidated by it."

"It seems that Your Majesty is very confident." Mu Xici lowered her eyes and smiled, and unhurriedly raised her hand to pinch the brim of her hat, "In this case, it's inconvenient for the grassroots to continue to evade."

"I hope His Majesty will not regret it."

"I will never regret it." Mo Jingyao raised his jaw, and Master Mu replied "Yes".

Then the pocket was slowly taken off from the head, and the little girl's very aura came into the eyes of the emperor inch by inch.

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