Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 576
You dig... dig, pay.

Mo Junli's mouth trembled uncontrollably. Once the old man said these words, he really didn't know how to refute them.

After all, he went to the palace to cry three times a month, and the old man took out a lot of money for him alone every year. He still has the 2000 taels that he cried with the old man before he left in his pocket. confidence.

Besides, these days, it is the old man who pays and manages the accounts, such as He Ling, Zhan Ninglu, or his unlucky old man.

The young man's eyebrows couldn't help jumping wildly, he twisted his face and stared at his old man for a long while, but couldn't find a suitable sentence for a long time.

Seeing this, Mo Jingyao couldn't help but cocked his tail proudly. He casually picked up a memorial on the table, held it in his palm like a fan and shook it again and again. kid."

"How about it, I can't speak now~"

"I haven't taught you much, but so what? I'll pay for it, eh~ I'll pay for it~" Mo Jingyao took square steps and shook his head.

He ran to the young man, took out a stack of large-value banknotes as if showing off, spread them out one by one, and held them up to Mo Junli, shaking them in front of Mo Junli's eyes: "Hey~ Ayan, what are you doing?" Look, I still have 1000 taels~5000 taels~1 taels~~"

"Hey hee hee hee... I can't think of it~ I'm out of words~ Squibs~ You go on, go on, go on, come on, don't be afraid, keep talking!" Emperor Yunjing was rich and generous, and took out another stack of bank notes , "I! Return! Yes! Money!"

... His grandma is a [beep——], this old man is a good example for laughing, he really wants to borrow the horse-killing sword from the Duke! !
Where is the Duke?Where is his future dear father-in-law?Come quickly and deal with this old monster who is suffering from epilepsy! !
Mo Poverty Jun Qiufu Li, who was blinded by dozens of large-value banknotes, wailed in his heart.

Mu Wenjing, as if he really heard his heart, poked half of his head in from the door: "Your Majesty, what are you doing? I heard your sickly smile from a long distance away, and those who didn't know thought it was I saw a ghost during the day."

"Hey, you're sick." Mo Jingyao rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and under the watchful eyes of his own son, he accepted the two stacks of bank notes in a cool manner, brushed off his sleeves, and walked up "Come in."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time—why didn't you ask people to come over and remind me when you came? Or, seeing that De Yong is not here today, those bastards got lazy again."

"No, they passed it on. It's just that you laughed too loudly and didn't hear it." Mu Wenjing shrugged indifferently.

He didn't hold back last time, after rewarding Emperor Yunjing with a headbutt in the imperial study, he completely lost his elder airs in front of Mo Junli and the two of them.

——The side that is the most outrageous on the left and the right, and the side that pays the least attention to the up and down has been seen by these two cubs. If he abides by any etiquette and poses as a damn elder, it will appear too hypocritical.

That's how it is, anyway, when he, King Jin, and Emperor Yun Jing, when the three of them get together, they don't have much image at first.

"Hey, it's my fault again." Mo Jingyao pouted his mouth and muttered, and when he raised his eyes, he inadvertently glanced at the long object held in the veteran's hand, and his brain twitched for a moment, "Hehe, how can you still see it?" brought something."

"Tell me about you, Xiao Jing, come as soon as you come, what else do you bring?"

"Let me take a look at what kind of fun this is..." Emperor Yunjing stretched his neck to look left and right, and took advantage of the situation to touch the thing Mu Wenjing was holding.

The touch of the hand was cold and cold, and Mo Jingyao subconsciously looked down at the fine iron scabbard carved with patterns and inlaid with treasures, and his eyes were clear: "So what you are carrying is the Zhanmajian..."

He thought it was something like a famous calligraphy or an antique picture scroll.

The emperor rolled his eyes in distaste, and let go of his hands and slipped back to the imperial case. He had no interest in Zhanmajian—he was young, in his prime, and hadn't lived enough, so he didn't want to be attacked by it. Hacked.

Wait, did he overlook some key clue?
Mo Jingyao, whose ass was about to touch the edge of the seat, stood up suddenly, his old eyes turned into copper bells in an instant: "Why did you come here with the Zhanma Sword!!"

"In case of (regicide) emergencies." Mu Guogong, who was carrying a four-foot sword, replied relaxedly.

He threw the weapon onto the tea table, swung the hem of his clothes, and sat down with a golden sword. By the way, he found a new cup and poured himself a cup of tea.

He still remembers the hatred of being stuffed with Coptis chinensis last time.

In order to prevent the aggrieved situation of wanting to beat someone but suffering from no weapon in hand again this time, Mu Wenjing decided to make complete preparations in advance, regardless of whether the old kid surnamed Mo is guilty or not, he has to Take the Horse-Chopping Sword first.

——He didn't need to think about the spear and halberd. The first thing a military general wants to do when he wants to enter the palace is to surrender his blade and remove his armor.

But the Zhanma Sword is different, it is the gift of the old calf, not to mention entering the imperial study, even if he carried it to the emperor's bedroom, most of the guards and eunuchs in the palace would not dare to stop it.

The sins I made, I will suffer.

Mu Wenjing sipped his tea quite comfortably, while Mo Jingyao huddled in his chair and thought about his life for a long time-this old boy played such a trick, he really didn't dare to mention the latter to him.

That's all, let Xiao A Ci take Mu Shiyao, follow A Yan to Yanguan, escort some supplies and so on...

Mo Jingyao rubbed his nose and looked at the sky, he was speechless for a while, but the veteran over there who had drunk the tea spoke first, but he was not the one who said the right thing.

"Speaking of which, Ah Ci, how did you go to Fuli this time?" Mu Wenjing smiled and looked at his precious daughter with a kind face, "Have you ever asked me what you want to know?"

"...Father, where are we going to play this time?" Mu Da Guoshi, who sat there silently watching a big amusing scene, corrected the small mistakes in his father's words with righteous words, "Clearly It's for business."

"As for the thing my daughter wants to know... I do know roughly."

Hearing this, Mu Wenjing raised his eyebrows in response: "Generally?"

"Well, there are still some bits and pieces that haven't been clarified yet," the little girl nodded, "So, although my daughter knows the general cause and effect, I can't be sure for the time being. Which fine work."

"So, Dad, until the exact identity of the meticulous worker is determined, my daughter will not tell you about this matter in detail, so as not to worry you along with it."

"Well... that's fine, if you want to worry about it, you have to find out about it first, so as not to cause any trouble." Mu Wenjing thought for a while, then nodded slightly, "By the way, Ah Ci, can you do it yourself? ?”

"Do you want Daddy to help you too?"

"No need, Daddy," Mu Xici smiled, "Don't worry, my daughter can still handle such a small matter."

"Besides, it's not that sister and His Royal Highness are helping my daughter together."

　Old man: I swallow the sins I made

　　
　
(End of this chapter)