Heritage foundry

Chapter 102 The Fourth Prince

The atmosphere in the car became quiet.

Ruiwen-Nalong looked at Qianshu who was kneeling on the ground, her green eyes drooped slightly, as if she was in deep thought.

At this time, a crisp bell rang, but it was the coachman signaling that Ruiwen-Nalong was busy outside.

Ruiwen-Nalong's eyebrows lit up with a little fairy fire, and the whole emerald-colored carriage suddenly became transparent. Outside, there was already a group of young people in fine clothes waiting, constantly asking the driver what to do.

Rui Wen glanced at the situation outside the car, a smugness flashed in her green eyes, she looked at Zhou Mo, and said lightly:

"It seems that men in this world are not like you, Zhou Mo, who are too small-minded to tolerate others."

After saying that, Ruiwen Nalong stood up, tapped her toes lightly on the thick carpet, and she was about the same level as Zhou Mo. She walked in front of Zhou Mo with an elegant and graceful posture, her green eyes and black eyes were at the same level.

"Zhou Mo, don't talk about those high-sounding principles, isn't it just because of your big man's heart, that you can't stand in front of women and stand side by side with other men?"

There was no wave in Zhou Mo's black eyes, looking at Ruiwen Nalong's blue eyes, suddenly Zhou Mo smiled and said:
"What Her Royal Highness said is very true, but Zhou Mo's narrow-mindedness can't tolerate others, but Zhou Mo doesn't want his own narrow-mindedness in this regard to become bigger!"

"It seems that there are many people waiting for the princess, and Her Royal Highness's goal today has also been achieved. I, Zhou Mo, came in the same car with Her Royal Highness, and I am afraid that there will be big trouble when I am seen by the sons and grandsons of these imperial capitals. Is that what the princess wants to see?"

Rui Wen turned her blue eyes, walked around Zhou Mo with a beautiful posture, her voice suddenly became cold, and said:
"Qianshu, Chenyang, serve the princess to get off the car, Zhou Mo, you still have a little time, you'd better think about it carefully, without my protection, you will not be able to live long if you are hated by so many descendants of nobles! "

Hearing this, Zhou Mo suddenly had a strange feeling that he was being bullied by Ruiwen Nalong.

Smiling in his heart for a moment, Zhou Mo turned around and left. When he passed Ruiwen Nalong, he paused and said suddenly:

"Your Highness, there may not be time for you and me to get close in the future, but whoever is the master and who is the slave will have to decide whether to win or lose!"

Ruiwen-Nalong looked at the back of Zhou Mo striding away, her green eyes were slightly bright, and when Zhou Mo was about to open the car door and get off, she said:
"It seems that you are still moved. However, Zhou Mo, the road ahead is difficult if you want to get to the position where you can have a fight with this princess, why not take some shortcuts?"

Zhou Mo paused slightly while holding the hand that was about to open the door, smiled, and said:

"Be down-to-earth, I have worked hard to get it bit by bit, and it will be solid if I hold it in my hand. Thank you princess for your kindness again!"

Pushing open the car door, Zhou Mo was locked on by dozens of eyes in an instant.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Zhou Mo calmly got out of the carriage, looked around at the noble princes and grandchildren who hadn't realized the situation, turned around and bowed to the carriage, and said respectfully:

"His Highness Nalong, thank you for cooperating with the Military Intelligence Bureau's routine inquiries."

Then, he turned around and squeezed out the crowd, walking towards the inside of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

When Zhou Mo's figure entered the main building of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the crowd reacted.

"The Military Intelligence Bureau dares to bother His Royal Highness Nalong! It's unreasonable!"

"His Royal Highness Nalong, please be quiet. When I return to the imperial capital, I will go to Rhett Xuanfeng to find out. When will the Military Intelligence Bureau have the authority to investigate the prince?"

"His Royal Highness Nalong, you don't have to pay attention to these little ones from now on. As long as you say a word, I will give you a discount as many of these lackeys from the Military Intelligence Bureau come!"

"Don't make any noise. Your Highness Nalong is willing to cooperate with the inquiries of the little detectives of the Military Intelligence Bureau. It is because His Highness Nalong has a broad mind and is loyal to the country. How can you guess this kind of bearing?"

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There was a lot of noise outside the car. Inside the car, Ruiwen-Nalong lowered her blue eyes slightly. Qianshu and Chenyang crouched below them, and put the light blue sea silk footwear on Ruiwen-Nalong's slender jade feet. Then, from the dark cabinet in the car, he took out a pair of slender high-heeled dress shoes made of Chiyang fire gold, and put them on for Ruiwen Nalong.

Ruiwen-Naron glanced down, nodded in satisfaction, and then the elven fire between her brows lit up slightly, and the two teams of Mithril knights who had been following the carriage moved at the same time, clearing the surrounding area of ​​the carriage.

Kuai got off the carriage, followed by Chen Yang and Qian Shu, and under the guard of the two teams of dismounted Mithril knights, Ruiwen Nalong walked towards the main building of the Military Intelligence Bureau dignifiedly and gracefully.

As soon as Zhou Mo entered the main building, he saw a young man dressed in khaki-gold aristocratic costumes, walking towards the door under the gracious guidance of the wealthy branch chief and the Marquis of Golden Oak.

He quickly lowered his head and hid aside, glanced lightly, and found an acquaintance, Dylan with a red cloak and a white face, walking behind a group of people with no expression on his face.

When Zhou Mo saw Dilan, Dilan also saw Zhou Mo.

"Zhou Mo, follow up." The voice of the branch chief rang in his ears, and Zhou Mo silently blended into the tail of the team and walked to Dylan's side.

"Master Dylan, it's been a long time. What, changed the owner?"

Dylan didn't look at Zhou Mo either, but blinked his long and narrow eyes, and said in a low voice:
"It's a joke, those of us who are slaves in the palace can exchange anything, but the boss can't!"

Zhou Mo smiled clearly, and said:
"It seems that the third prince is also very concerned about this matter, but yes, there are many nobles in Yingyang City who are the support of the third prince, so the third prince should naturally pay more attention."

Dylan pursed his thin lips and said:
"I heard that the specific matter fell on your head this time? This is a good opportunity. If you can win the favor of the third prince, you will have a bright future in the future!"

Zhou Mo shook his head slightly, glanced at the fourth prince who was walking in the front, and said:
"It's too far away, even if I have credit, it won't be my turn, right? There is a true master here, why should I look far away?"

A cold light flashed in Dylan's long and narrow eyes, and said:

"This is Yingyangling, Zhou Mo, you'd better think about it, and don't make your ass crooked."

He touched the rainbow curved scimitar at his waist, but suddenly remembered that the scimitar had been temporarily put away by the palace guards. Zhou Mo twirled his fingers in a dull way, and said:
"Under this situation, Grand Duke Yingyang will stay here and the emperor will not come back. I really have to think carefully about where to sit, Zhou Mo."

A flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, and Dylan understood that Zhou Mo was testing him about Grand Duke Yingyang's situation. When he turned his eyes, Dylan felt that it would be good for Zhou Mo to understand the situation clearly. With his help, the three The prince's errands are much easier to handle.

"Since those military meritorious nobles were secretly imprisoned, Grand Duke Yingyang has never appeared in front of people. There are so many nobles, including a heavyweight like Duke Lion Heart. If Grand Duke Yingyang doesn't personally manage the town, what is your majesty? You can rest assured!"

Zhou Mo nodded slightly, knowing it well. It seems that if this turmoil does not end satisfactorily, Grand Duke Yingyang will not come back to lead Yingyang.

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