Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 551 Sending the proposition

"I've heard that that place is said to be a fairy mountain, and there are immortals living on the mountain." Emperor Yunjing nodded his head quickly, "I don't think there are any immortals there, but it is possible that there are almost a few immortals living there. A Taoist priest with profound morality."

"After all, people who have been to Qiling Mountain say that it is very strange. People who are destined to enter the mountain may find rare treasures or rare treasures; those who are not destined to enter the mountain may not be able to climb even the halfway up the mountain. Can spin around the foot of the mountain."

Mo Jingyao said with a smile and rolled his eyes: "Xiao A Ci, it seems that your master is very capable, no wonder you are so good."

"Of course Master is an old man." The little girl nodded proudly, her small appearance made Mu Wenjing want to laugh, "However, the level of my servant is still far behind that of Master."

"But then again, Daddy, what my daughter will tell you, do you agree or disagree?"

Master Mu grabbed her father's finger and shook it again and again. Taking advantage of her tender skin, she shamelessly teased her. He agreed on the spot.

Fortunately, he is a battle-tested veteran, and his will is stronger than ordinary people.

Because of this, he successfully swallowed the phrase "good" before he blurted it out, and turned to look back at his daughter with a smile: "Is Ah Ci talking about going to Fuli with His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince?"

"Keep leaving the capital, it's not as dangerous as Ah Ci thought." Mu Wenjing grinned, "Even if Ah Ci doesn't leave, Emperor Wen Yu won't do anything to His Highness."

Let his daughter run outside alone with that black-hearted little bastard from the old Mo family?
Bah, unless he's crazy, they don't even think about it.

Mu Wenjing squinted at the young man not far away from the corner of his eyes, while quietly grinding his teeth, he looked at his precious daughter, and smiled kindly: "Besides, His Majesty the Seventh Highness, auspicious people have their own celestial features——A Ci doesn't need it." Worried about him."

"But, daddy, Emperor Wenyu won't do anything, which doesn't mean that other people won't do anything against His Highness." Mu Xici frowned, "If there is another Fuli courtier, please move that Daoist What should I do long?"

"Or, what if there are assassins from other countries who want to intercept and kill His Highness halfway?"

"The small country of Yuzhu has almost no border defenses, and spies from other countries are densely distributed within the territory."

"If you don't keep it in order, there will be other people's secret work. After finding out the news that His Highness left Beijing to Fuli, set up an ambush along the way to assassinate him—just like the wave of ambushes you and your second brother suffered in Yuchuan when they returned to Beijing a while ago. .”

"It's safer to bring a sorcerer along with you." The little girl's hand in her sleeve was suddenly clenched, "Besides, my daughter still has some questions, and I want to ask Emperor Wen Yu face to face."

The question I want to ask...should be about the concubine, right?

Mu Wenjing suddenly fell silent, he lowered his head, his eyelashes were half down, fixedly stared at the patterns embroidered on the hem of the battle clothes, and sighed for a long while: "Your Highness has so many talented people and strange people, none of them are useful. Warlock?"

He knew what A Ci meant, and he also knew the obsession hidden in the child's heart, but if it was possible, he still didn't really want the little girl to follow Mo Junli to help her away.

As she herself said, even though Yuan Sui would not have any intention of killing the children, but other people in the court of Fuli could not be sure.

Yu Zhu's place is just a piece of wood that has been eaten away by all kinds of insects and ants. Anyone can insert two needles into it.

This trip was risky no matter what, and as a father, he naturally didn't want his baby to take such a risk.

"Yes, Xie Sinian." Master Mu pursed his lips, "Father, do you think we might call Mr. Xie out at this time?"

"Mr. Xie...you really can't shout it." Mu Wenjing raised his hands to cover his face, Xie Sinian was indeed unable to move for the time being.

He is equivalent to a sharp knife at the bottom of the box that Mo Junli secretly sent to the Xiangfu.

Such a sharp weapon, of course, should be reserved for Liao Zhen and others when all their cards are exhausted and there is only the last retreat left, and then they suddenly turn around, cut off their retreat, and give them a fatal blow.

If it's too early, it won't have that effect.

"That's it." The little girl shrugged leisurely, "It's safest for my daughter to go."

"It's just your little arms and legs..." Mu Wenjing pulled the armrest of the big chair with one hand, his eyes wandered, frantically looking for an excuse to reject the little girl, "If you really fight later, your highness should not care about you Bar?"

"What if I get injured accidentally?"

"Father, what are you thinking? My daughter needs His Highness's protection." Master Mu was full of melancholy, and had to repeat the words he had used to persuade Mo Junli before, "My daughter is not bad at skills, and she is also a child. There is mysticism close by."

"If you really fight, you won't suffer."

"Father, if you don't believe me, you can ask His Highness the Seventh Prince — before my daughter enters the palace today, she just had two tricks with His Highness."

"? Two tricks?" Mu Old Father Wen Jing was suddenly alert, turned his head and stared into a pair of copper bells, his eyes were very fierce, "Your Highness, are you still fighting with Ah Ci today?"

"No, my lord, this junior just had a brief discussion with Ah Ci." Mo Junli, who was watched by a certain state lord, tensed his scalp, and hurriedly waved his hands, "A Ci survived the junior's ten moves... and still can't do it. I have the energy to spare."

"This junior underestimated this girl. If this junior hadn't reacted quickly enough, she would probably have been pierced into a hedgehog by a silver needle." The boy curved his lips and praised the little girl's skill.

"Really?" Mu Wenjing looked suspiciously, "Your Highness, are you keeping your hands?"

?Help, what a proposition this is!
Mo Junli was completely numb, and couldn't squeeze out half a word with his mouth open.

This question, if he says to keep his hand, the Duke will definitely use this as an excuse to reject the little girl's request, and what awaits him is a dunk from his own little national teacher.

But if he said he never kept his hand...then he wouldn't be beaten to death on the spot by the Duke protecting his daughter?

This is meow... This is meow, he is dead anyway! !
The young man turned his eyes to look at the little girl as if asking for help, the latter coughed feignedly and called his father's attention back: "Father, Your Highness, Daughter Yang, don't have to keep your hands. How much to keep."

"And this is enough to show that with my daughter's skill, she doesn't need other people's deliberate protection." Mu Xici said as she gathered her skirt, and then slowly squatted down.

She was very solemn, raised her head and locked the eyes of the veteran: "Father, the children of our Mu family have never been the kind of dodder flowers that were born in a warm room and couldn't see the wind and rain and couldn't leave others."

"You have to give your daughter a chance to practice, besides, your daughter is not Miss Jiaojiao, who has no ability at all in Beijing—you trust her, just once, just this once."

"OK?"

　Dad surrenders immediately

　　
　
(End of this chapter)