Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 580 Don't worry, you won't die
Mu Wenjing, who heard these words, was not moved, he just put his old waist on his shoulders and carried the sword, his eyes flashed fiercely: "No, you have to talk about it first, so I can decide whether to cut you or not."

"No! You promise me that you won't do anything, otherwise I will never say anything!!" Mo Jingyao, who was holding his arms, stuck his neck and refused to let go.

"No, you have to say—"

"No! You must promise me first!"

"Your Majesty—" Mu Wenjing held his sword expressionlessly, "If you don't say anything, I'll cut you right now."

"Hey~" Emperor Yun Jing obediently admitted his cowardice, raised his hand in aggrieved surrender, "Actually, there is nothing special about it, I just want you... to pretend to be old?"

General Mu raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Fu Lao?"

"That's it... eh~ Once this person gets old, he won't be able to accept his old age~~" Mo Jingyao orchid fingered, and threw an ugly "eye" at the veteran, "Old, but It’s particularly easy to be frightened—”

"How long has it been since the ambush in the forest suburbs of Yuchuan, the old man was so frightened that his heart jumped out~ I'm so scared~ I'm afraid~ oh~ I have to stop... eh~ no, wait a minute, okay Brother, we agreed not to turn our backs..."

"Jianjianjian... I'll go, Xiao Jing, you really draw your sword!"

"Sword of Zhanma, that is Sword of Zhanma!" Emperor Yunjing, who was caught off guard by the glint of snow, immediately shrank back under the case with his head in his arms. , help~~"

"My surname is Mo, you old bastard! It's useless if you call all the gods and Buddhas and ancestors today!" The veteran who was copying the Zhanma Sword stared angrily, "Hey! Eat my sword!!"

After speaking, he raised his wrist and waved his arm, as if he was about to strike a sword.

Mo Junli, who had been looking at Lezi for a long time, finally realized that the situation was not good, and he was willing to move forward, and immediately rushed forward, stabilizing the hilt of Mu Wenjing's sword: "Master, please be merciful!" .”

"I'll leave him [beep——][beep——] love with [beep——]!" Mu Wenjing cursed, "Get out of the way, don't worry, I know, I can't kill him."

Oh... I can't kill it, it's okay.

Hearing this, the young man nodded, lowered his head and smiled brightly at Mo Jingyao, then let go and took a step back, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and watched from the sidelines again.

In this struggle between his own father-in-law and the future father-in-law, Mo Dafilial Son Jun Li resolutely chose to side with the father-in-law.

After all, if his old man gets angry again, at most he will be beaten up and his monthly salary will be withheld for three to five months, but if his father-in-law gets angry—it will affect his happiness in this life.

Hmm~ He still knows the priorities~
Mo Junli thought to himself, the Mu Da Guoshi over there couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

She was not in a hurry when she saw Mo Junli moving, but she never thought that this old guy would be so happy to sell her father.

Come on, let her do it herself.

The little girl sighed in disappointment, pulled out a hairpin from the top of her head, aimed at her father's numb arm, and threw it hard——

The hairpin slammed heavily into the old general's numbness, causing Mu Wenjing's wrist to tremble, and the movement of his hand was immediately blocked by three points, and most of the strength was also lost.

Mo Jun, who was nibbling melon seeds beside him, snatched the four-foot long sword from the old general's hand and handed it to his little girl like a treasure.

"Father, in the forbidden area of ​​the palace, we don't want to use this kind of murder weapon casually." Mu Xici put on a serious face, while taking the fine iron scabbard that was more than three feet long, she put away the sword patiently, " My daughter confiscated the horse-killing sword first."

"Oh... Xiao Ah Ci is the most caring." Mo Jingyao, who was squatting under the table, burst into tears on the spot, "It's not like that stinky boy, A Yan—"

If you don't have any other skills, it's the fastest way to betray your own father!

Mo Jingyao shrank his neck and pretended to cry, while Mu Wenjing rolled up his sleeves without saying a word—his daughter said that it is not easy to use weapons in the forbidden palace, and she didn't say that the forbidden palace cannot fight with people, right?
That's easy to say, he doesn't need a sword, gun, sword or halberd, he fights this old bastard hand-to-hand!
"Hey~ Xiao Jing, why are you rolling up your sleeves just after you put down your sword? Wait, how old are you, and you're still imitating young lads to get rough on your head!"

Mo Jingyao, who felt that something was wrong, crawled out of the table and walked back a few steps along the bookcase. However, General Mu didn't care about the thoughts in his mouth, and he breathed into his fist— —

"...you calm down, calm down - I was wrong, I was wrong Xiao Jing! Help, help~ life~ ah~~"

Even if there were two cubs trying their best to stop him, Emperor Yun Jing had received two punches from the old general that day.

Although Mu Wenjing had carefully paid attention to the strength when beating someone, but Mo Jingyao has been pampered and pampered for many years, and the little martial arts he learned when he was young has long since been thrown away by him.

After carrying these two strokes, after all, he was screaming for most of the night, and Yu Deyong, who had just rushed back from his hometown in the countryside, stayed with him all night without daring to close his eyes.

The next day, Mo Jingyao appeared on time at the Golden Luan Hall with two huge panda eyes and an old face full of resentment, and his appearance caused the audience to talk a lot.

"This...Your Majesty, is your dragon body still in good health today?" Standing behind Song Xingzhe and the others, Wang Liang couldn't help stepping out of the queue, and asked carefully, "I see that you seem to be a little mentally ill...you must declare the imperial physician Come and take a look?"

"Cough, there's no need, Wang Aiqing," Emperor Yun Jing raised his sleeves and pretended to cough, his face became weaker, "I'm fine."

"I was just on a whim yesterday. After approving the memorial, I asked Duke Mu for two rare copies of the art of war. I accidentally read them and was fascinated. That's why I missed the rest time..."

"It doesn't matter. I'll wait for the court to come down later. I'll go back to the palace to find time to take a nap."

"In this way, my minister can feel at ease." Wang Liang chin slightly retracted, and his eyes were filled with disapproval, "It's just that your majesty, no matter how beautiful the art of war is, you should still take care of the dragon's body."

"If you continue to fight at night like this and burn yourself out, I will really..."

"Cough, what Aiqing said is very true, I will pay attention to it in the future." Mo Jingyao faked a cough, interrupted Wang Liang's words in a hurry, and his brain hurt slightly - this old Wang family is good everywhere, just from generation to generation Can nag.

I don't know how the Wang family, who are usually taciturn, can speak so much when they come to the court.

When his father was still alive back then, his father Wang Liang’s words made his head spin. Later, the old man finally survived until the old capital transferred the salt envoy to step down, and asked his son to go back to accept the job of salt and iron water transportation. Only then did he escape the catastrophe .

When he came to power, he thought that since Mr. Wang returned to Jianghuai, he would be able to avoid such bad luck. Unexpectedly, less than ten years after his birthday, Wang Liang would come out from Jianghuai again.

Emperor Yunjing frowned, with bulging veins, turned his head and glanced half-deadly at the old eunuch standing beside him: "Deyong, go to court."

"Here." Yu Deyong lowered his eyebrows in response, then he flicked the whisk and let go of his tone.

"Going up to the court - if there is something to play, if there is nothing to retreat -"

　The old man will never escape a beating

　　In the next chapter, I will watch Dad play, and then I will take A Yao to the border!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)