Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 332
"Decree! Marquis of Muyang, Mu Zhengfeng, was unfaithful and unjust, colluded with the enemy country. His son Mu Zhaoyang framed Zhongliang, intending to destroy the diplomatic relations of the four countries. In order to clear the court, punish rape and eliminate evil, I made a resolution. Three days later, Muyanghou's mansion will be full. Copy and chop, punish the nine clans—"

The majestic voice of Mo Yucheng reverberated above the entire Zhengde Hall, deciding the life and death of a family in an instant. Yesterday, it was a noble family with infinite glory, but today it has become a prisoner that everyone despises. At the same time, it is even more chilling.

"Criminal Mu Zhengfeng took the order to thank you!" Mu Zhengfeng's expression was so calm that it was almost strange, but from an angle that others could not see, he took a deep look at Tantai Yixin, his eyes were full of begging, the latter Nodding imperceptibly...

Everyone present knew that the truth behind the posthouse explosion might be far more than that, and the forces behind the Muyanghou Mansion were even more unfathomable. So I had to draw a seemingly satisfactory end to this——

This is the Chaotang, the changing situation under the entanglement of various interests is just an externalized thing floating on the surface. What is really chilling is the treachery of people's hearts.

After the dynasty was over, Tantai Yixin was stopped by Yuan Gonggong without a trace: "Prince Tantai, the emperor invites you to tell us about it in the Palace of Qinzheng."

Tantai Yixin smiled and followed him, without the slightest surprise in his eyes, as if all this had already been expected by him...

That's right, the Four Congresses haven't started yet. As the emperor of Dongfang, even if Mo Yucheng guesses something, he won't tell it to the public, but this does not prevent him from using it to seek some benefits for Dongfang— — There are no permanent enemies between countries, let alone permanent friends. It has long been a tacit secret for everyone to weigh the pros and cons and choose between gains and losses.

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"You seem to be very interested in the bombing of the posthouse. I remember that you are not a meddlesome person?" It's not their general Su's style to go to the palace to hear the trial!
"Your Highness is worrying too much." Su Wen said with care.The face of the man who had always been strong and resolute and neither humble nor overbearing was still the same, but there seemed to be something extra in those sharp and cold eagle eyes.

Beitang Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, apparently dissatisfied with his words, and then asked: "Is that true? But why does this palace feel that there is something wrong with the way you look at King Xuan?"

He just noticed that it seemed to be a hostile gaze, but it was mixed with a strong envy... He couldn't tell the specifics, but it did give people a very contradictory and complicated feeling. .

Su Wen still walked forward without looking sideways, and said a little stiffly after hearing his words: "This matter has something to do with Nan Jing, I'm just a little worried, nothing else."

Beitangxiao suddenly had a bold guess in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it, so he shook his head and gave up.

"It's good that you know it in your heart, and I won't say any more." It is true that that person is indeed outstanding, but there is absolutely no way for Su Wen to be with her, no matter in terms of identity, position or other...

Mo Tingye personally came to pick Nangong Qianmo out of prison in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He gently smoothed out the messy hair on her forehead. A pair of deep purple eyes were full of affection and pampering, "Mo'er, let me let you go!" You are wronged!"

The corners of Nangong Qianmo's mouth curled into a nice curve, this man is really...

"So?" Any compensation?Nangong Qianmo slightly raised his eyebrows to hint.

"What do you think?" Mo Tingye looked at her with a smile, and there was a breath of spring breeze all over his body, making one wonder if the cold and fierce King Xuan in the hall just now was his own illusion.

"A jar of aged West Wind!" Nangong Qianmo was not too polite. The old man Tao Weng brewed several jars of aged West Wind every year. There was a jar of wine left, so the idea of ​​that jar of wine was naturally made.

"Okay!" Hugging the man into his arms, the man's tone seemed helpless and doting.

Nangong Qianmo's height of 1.7 meters is definitely not short among women, but she looks a little petite in front of Mo Tingye, and buried her head in his arms, Nangong Qianmo muffled: "Mo Tingye, Mu Yang The Hou Mansion is over, isn't it..."

"It's not your fault. Collaborating with the enemy and treason is a felony that will implicate the entire family." Mo Tingye said softly. He knew that Mo'er valued friendship, but obviously Mu Qingyang didn't deserve it. It may not be that important...

"I do feel a little uncomfortable, but I don't regret it. On the day the posthouse exploded, the ingredients that were mutually reinforcing and restraining in the kitchen were not common, but they were all known by the second senior brother, no matter what his reasons were. The reason is that things have come to this, and I am definitely not a soft-hearted person."

"So, Mo Tingye, please don't betray me..." In the last sentence, Nangong Qianmo's voice was very soft, the tone was long and lonely, but it carried a lot of weight.

Mo Tingye subconsciously hugged his arms a little tighter, and said firmly and unquestionably: "No, you are the only person in this world that I can't let you down, trust me!"

Nangong Qianmo hugged him tightly, as if only in this way could she find some comfort for her empty and restless heart.

At the end of the street, looking at the scene of the two embracing each other from a distance, the bitterness in Tantai Yixin's heart gradually condensed into a vast sea, which almost wiped him out. Time has passed, and now he can only hide in the street where he is doomed. Smiling and penetrating through the overwhelmed water...

"Mo'er, you're back! Do you know that mother is going to worry about you to death!" Mo Tingye sent Nangong Qianmo all the way back to the General Zhenguo's mansion. He came out to welcome her, and pulled her to check around, muttering non-stop, apparently quite frightened.

Nangong Qianmo comforted with a smile: "Mother, don't worry, am I fine?"

Xiahou Hualing cursed with tears in her eyes: "You let your mother tell you what's good about you. You have to go to investigate the case in the middle of the night. What happened? Did you fold yourself in?"

Nangong Qianmo touched his nose in embarrassment when he heard the words, and desperately winked at Mo Tingye, signaling him to save the scene.

A look of amusement flashed in the eyes of the latter, but he took a step forward to persuade him unambiguously: "Madam, don't worry, it's my fault for not taking good care of Mo'er. If Madam wants to blame, blame me." !"

(End of this chapter)