Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 870 He understands! !

She was really terrified of the horrible scene of the family of four in her previous life, all of them dead without a whole body.

The little girl covered her face with her hands, and the crow's eyelashes under her palm trembled uncontrollably.

Mu Wenjing was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then he opened his mouth softly after a while: "So, you deliberately arranged for Mingxuan to chase after you; on the return journey, let Mingyuan take a group of capable people and strangers under His Highness to walk behind the envoys. The front of the team... is also something you have planned in the morning?"

"Yes." Mu Xici nodded slightly, her voice still very light and shallow, "...in the dream, you died in that ambush."

"Second Brother Mengli never followed you to the northern border. You thought that this battle would not be difficult, and Mingxuan desperately needed military merit in exchange for the emperor's grace to overturn the case of the Bofu, so you only brought Mingxuan alone."

"When you returned to Beijing, Mingxuan was left behind by you in Jucheng to lead the troops, and you yourself brought Hanze and other envoys to the capital, wearing stars and moons, and rushing to the capital through wind and rain...In the end, you fell into ambush in the Yuchuan mountain forest, and you were finally outnumbered. , die with hatred."

"Sister Ye is also dead," the little girl's tone paused, with a ray of uncontrollable pain appearing on her face, "Fifty elite members of the Mu family and a dozen envoys from Shanghanze, a group of 70 people, none of them live."

——They were all chopped into puddles of meat by those random knives and arrows.

"That's right, today...after my daughter counted the fate of you and your second brother, she tried every means to draw His Highness into an alliance—"

"You know, although my daughter has a whole body of ability, she is a girl who has just returned to Beijing and has no foundation at all."

"Although the Mengsheng Building can enable the daughter to find out many secrets of the people of the family in Beijing, and make the courtiers all sell their daughters for three cents and owe their daughters a favor or two, they are absolutely determined not to let their daughters conjure up hundreds of numbers out of thin air." A dead soldier who obeys his daughter and is comparable to the first-class soldiers in the US military."

"It takes a lot of money and time to raise an excellent soldier from scratch. My daughter is not short of money, but she doesn't have so much time to waste." Mu Xici frowned.

"But your Highness is different. The princes of the Tian family will more or less have a group of dead soldiers who work hard for them. In addition, His Royal Highness and the second brother have a very close friendship. My daughter saw that he is valuable, so I guess he should be a A trustworthy person would probably be willing to do this small favor for his daughter, so he found an opportunity and made an alliance with him after going through some means."

"What kind of opportunity?" Mu Wenjing was silent for a moment, his voice slightly deep.

"... At first, I tried it on the way back to Beijing, and then I tried it again by going to the prince's mansion to express my gratitude, and then I tried some odds and ends, and my daughter can't remember clearly. You know, the second brother and He has a good relationship, and His Highness will come to look for him from time to time." A trace of guilt flashed in the eyes of Master Mu.

"? Cooperating with this little bastard four years ago... Cough!" General Mu was shocked when he heard the words, and then forced himself to fake cough to change the topic, "Cough, what, then you used it again What means?"

"...just the usual ones, such as Taoism, talisman, formation, divination and astrology," the little girl said, her eyes drifting away, and her heart became more and more empty. It didn't take long for him to find out."

Mu Wenjing stuck his chin in response, and the corners of his eyes hung lightly: "Really?"

"Well, my daughter saved His Highness' life." Mu Xici rubbed his nose and looked at the sky.

General Mu Da refused to let go, his eyes full of suspicion: "That's it?"

"...In addition to the fact that my daughter said that she can protect His Highness for a safe and smooth journey, and protect him for a hundred years?" Mu Da Guoshi blinked wildly, "But His Highness didn't agree to this matter, and it was finally let go."

"Really?" Mu Wenjing frowned. He couldn't believe that Mo Junli's black-hearted bastard could talk so well. His precious girl might have never experienced that since she was born, and she didn't understand the twists and turns-- But he understands! !

The boy looked at Ah Ci occasionally, which was exactly the same as when he looked at Wen Yu back then!
so!he!No way!so easily!I promised to help Ah Ci!so much busy!

——Can he step over Emperor Yunjing and directly kill the future prince?

General Mu held a small heart of an old father and howled in his heart, and the little girl put it on the spot like a smashed pot: "Okay, okay, daddy, let me tell you the truth, take it if you have nothing to do. Things like cinnabar yellow talismans, poison daggers, and piercing silver needles are gesturing on His Highness's head."

"He's afraid of me—it's his fear of me that makes him so talkative, do you understand?"

Ah this...

This is indeed something everyone has to be afraid of.

Mu Wenjing's breath was suffocated, and it took a long time before he smirked embarrassingly: "Hey, Ah Ci, you are indeed a girl from our old Mu's family!"

——He has the style of his old Mu family's ancestral regicide!

"...Of course, the main reason is that His Highness has a kind heart and doesn't want to see loyal ministers die and good generals be wronged." Mu Xici pretended to make amends with his eyes floating, and Mu Wenjing revealed the topic tacitly: "Ah, yes, yes. right."

The study suddenly fell into dead silence. In the silence, the old general looked out of the window holding the half of the cold snack in his hand, and sighed for no reason for a moment: "Aci... Actually, what you just said is not exactly a dream, right?"

——He didn't quite know what kind of appearance an ordinary ten-year-old girl should look like, but he had noticed a long time ago that his youngest daughter always carried a sense of stability and vicissitudes that didn't match her age.

She is often like a battle-tested, half-blooded veteran, with extraordinary sensitivity to the battlefield and court affairs, she is not very good at acting like a baby, and she is not used to relying on anyone.

She seems to be used to being someone else's reliance, even if she is the youngest one in the mansion.

He used to think that it was the few years she lived in the Biezhuang on the outskirts of Beijing that made her look like what she is today, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Mu Wenjing looked at the girl in front of him gently, his eyes were uncontrollably filled with thin sourness, Mu Xici surrendered almost instantly under his gaze.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded with her head down, and said with a faint nasal voice when she spoke again, "However, that was a long time ago."

"It's good now."

"... How many people still know about this?" The veteran closed his eyes and rubbed his fingertips in a daze -- the truth is always simpler and more ridiculous than people think, but there is always a certain degree of naturalness in the absurdity .

"Sister." Mu Xici paused, then added hesitantly, "His Royal Highness also knows, but he knows a little more—probably more than me."

"I just said how that little calf is different from others since he was a child." Mu Wenjing spat in a low voice, he really wanted to get over Mo Jingyao and kill this hapless prince.

The guilt-ridden Master Mu was silent. She knew that the more she talked at this time, the more mistakes she would make.

In order to save Ayan's dog's life, she decided to keep silent about the matter of rebirth for the time being, so as not to be caught by her father.

"Tsk." General Mu smacked his lips against the armrest, and tapped the table with his fingers after a while, "Then Ah Ci, you used to..."

"Have you ever blamed your father?"

　Counseling: death brushes by
　　
　
(End of this chapter)