The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Ink thousand cold unknown.

However, Mo Yunge somehow made a convincing explanation for her behavior, and Mo qianhan believed it, but her expression was still nervous, "sister Yunge, no matter how he said it, he is still the brother of his father, with the name of a little prince. Don't go too far, it's not good."

In fact, Mo qianhan is worried that Mo Ziyan will be treated like this by Mo Yunge. After he goes back, he will even more severely complain to his father and make them more miserable.

As everyone knows, Mo Yunge has the idea of making him shut up forever.

"I know, brother of the prince, I still have this sense of propriety."

Mo Yunge didn't give up on Mo qianhan's brainwashing. "I just said that if he didn't go to the auction site, we wouldn't let the auction go. Therefore, the responsibility lies with him. I believe that his majesty will know and think so."

"Now that he evades his responsibility, he has betrayed the royal family. I think his majesty will punish him for a capital crime. Even if it is not a capital crime, it must be a heavy punishment. Anyway, he will be punished, as long as he doesn't die. "

"All right."

No matter what time, moziyan has been slapped, and now he is lying on the ground unconscious.

Mo qianhan had to go with Mo Yunge.

However, in order to prevent his father from taking the blame on him, he decided not to interfere in what Mo Yunge did to moziyan.

My father's heart is like a needle on the bottom of the sea.

Since childhood, what he was most afraid of was his father.

Although Mo Yunge kept saying that his father would pay the bill to moziyan, if his father didn't think so, they would be even more guilty.

"Elder sister Yun Ge, uncle Huang was injured by you. You should be responsible for it. I don't care."

When Mo qianhan says that, Mo Yunge can't understand that the prince's younger brother and his uncle are all from the same mold, and they are good at throwing pots.

However, at this time, Mo Yunge was eager for Mo qianhan to ignore Mo Ziyan, so he went, "OK, brother Prince, I will be responsible for this matter to the end, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

Mo qianhan is relieved.

Mo Yunge doesn't plan to be kind to moziyan. As soon as Mo qianhan leaves, she immediately orders people to send people to the blacksmith's shop to make some secret weapons.

The words "purple" should be engraved on the concealed weapons ordered to be made.

Ordered all this, Mo Yunge and moziyan left in a closed room, tied on the shelf.

Moziyan was a little prince. Although he had no real power, he was afraid of death. He was always wearing the gold silk soft armor given by the emperor.

It was because Mo Yunge knew this that his hand just now was not polite. With his profound cultivation, he hurt and stunned people.

"Wow

In the territory that she can control, Mo Yunge is fearless. After tying people up, she splashes a basin of water on moziyan's head with her backhand, successfully arousing people.

"Cough, cough..."

Moziyan's voice was hoarse and powerless with serious injuries, but the arrogance and domineering tone was still there. With one mouth open, he asked the teacher, "who, who dares to splash the king with water? How can you be reckless? "

"It's me."