Mo Jun was so angry that he shot, kicked, and roared at the door again: "Don't be alive, stinky boy! Don't grow up with you and me from childhood, you can bully me like this! You are the crime of bullying the king, you want to destroy the nine races, have you heard? "

"Huh, yeah, destroy the Nine Clan, you'd better act according to the law, and destroy the cheap inside together."

Mo Zichen threw a word coldly from the inside.

This sentence is like a pot of cold water pouring down from the beginning, and Mo Junyi instantly disappeared.

He blinked, sighed for a long time, and his hands fell down weakly.

Li Gonggong has been watching Mo Junyi and Mo Zichen for a long time, and it's not really a serious thing. He smiled secretly with his colorful lips.

He reminded the dreamer: "Emperor, forget it, adults don't care about villains! Don't you find that the general is jealous? He is so rude to you because he cares about his wife too much. The emperor, you still have to maintain a proper distance from Su Biluo. Even if you are open, the interaction is too close and falls in the eyes of others, especially in the eyes of the officials of the Ningwang faction.

Mo Junyi listened to Li Gonggong's words, and then thought about it afterwards. It seemed to have reacted a little. However, he didn't meditate on himself, but he seemed a little downcast.

"Eh, it's a pity that Su Biluo is already married as a husband. I understand this ..."

He paused for a moment to understand what he did, and instead of continuing, he fell into a decadent pain.

Grandpa Li saw that he was trapped by love, and quickly diverted his attention: "Your Majesty, don't you look at what is written in this concert?"

"Don't read it first, it's important to return to the palace to give an edict. Now the most important thing is to save Su Biluo's life!"

Mo Junyi put the movement into Grandpa Li's hand and was about to pull his leg back to the palace. At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a figure slammed him back from behind, causing him to stumble for several steps.

"Oh, bold, how dare you hit the emperor, Mo ... General Mo ..."

Li Gonggong quickly supported Mo Junyi, and watched the back of the wind and fire steadily fade away, and his voice gradually decreased.

Mo Junyi was hit with pain, and also frowned and scolded: "What a bold courage, a warrior in front of the temple ..."

As soon as he roared, he was alert that it was in the General's Palace, and he did not bring a bodyguard. He pouted, and swallowed back.

"Emperor, let's go back. You have been out of the palace for a long time. I am afraid that the palace will be in a mess. The queen mother will blame the slaves." Li Gonggong persuaded.

"Eh, okay, return to the palace to issue a decree." Mo Junyi had to go back to the palace first.

After Mo Junyi returned to the palace, he hurriedly issued an edict, which made people take it around and called the world.

After things are busy, this is the mood, I want to see the twists and turns.

Mo Junyi ordered Grandpa Li to take the concert and lay it flat on the royal case. He carefully looked at it, and the more he looked at the eyes, the more he locked it, until all of them were read, but he immediately smiled.

"Hahaha, good! Good! It's all about ideas! Su Biluo, you are not allowed to die! Without my permission, you must not die! Odd woman, it is really an odd woman!"

At that time, Mo Zichen was rushing towards the road.

He rushed out of the General's Mansion on horseback and drove to the Zixia Mountain, twenty kilometers away from the suburbs.

When it came to the breeze view hidden in the mountainside, it was twilight. The view was light and smoky, and the white clouds were outside. The evening glow was still throwing the last enthusiasm.

Mo Zichen flew off the horse before watching, and was about to tie the red rabbit under the tree to the snow. Suddenly, a question came from the tree: "Mo Zichen, what are you doing?"

Mo Zichen looked up, and it turned out to be the Wei Liaozi he was looking for.

I have n’t seen it for years. Wei Liaozi is still a beautiful man, with a breezy bony demeanor, an imposing posture, and a thin, slender figure who maintains a decent figure, and has not blessed by stepping into middle age.

At the moment, he is lying on the thick tree trunk drinking happily. The gourd held in his arms is presumably his favorite "Drunken Eight Immortals".

His belly is covered with a book. Presumably, it was just reading a book while drinking on the tree.

This erudite world-wizard, no matter how long the hermit, still study tirelessly, covering a wide range, Mo Zichen sighed.

"military adviser……"

Mo Zichen bowed his fist to see the gift.

"Eh, stop. I'm no longer a military division."

Wei Liaozi still lay comfortably on it, drinking, with a calm expression.

"Master ..."

Mo Zichen changed his mouth.

"Eh, stop. I'm not your master anymore."

Mo Zichen couldn't help but lift his lips lightly: "You have to be called, do you not respect your 'Tao Chang'? But now you are taking the lead to practice, monk is not monk, Tao is not vulgar, and vulgar, I call you like this, don't you Are you not guilty? "

"Hahaha," Wei Liaozi smiled with his head up, "Did I have no name or no surname? No need to worry about seniority, just call the words" Wei Liao Zi "!"

"Okay, Wei Liaozi," Mo Zichen was in a hurry and didn't have the patience to yell at him. He shouted and said straight away: "The humble inner body is hugged, and the doctor is helpless. Please come down to the mountain to treat her."

"Humph," Wei Liaozi sneered. "You dare to come too? I said earlier that I cut the Mo family!"

Mo Zichen reluctantly asked: "However, the short-term Su Biluo and I soon became married, but they are the daughters of the Su family. In detail, they are not surnamed Mo. You hate the Mo family, so do you refuse to save the surname 'Su 'Are you?'

Wei Liaozi smiled abruptly and sat up suddenly. He rested his hands on his knees and looked down at Mo Zichen: "It turns out that you are married. Well, finally I grew up. But I asked you, I saved your wife , Who will my wife want to save? "

In this gentle statement, there is coldness and hostility, so Mo Zichen can't help but feel a trace of despair.

He also knew that Wei Liaozi would not agree to ask for help.

But now, the doctor is helpless, who can help him except him?

Wei Liaozi's medical skills were famous in the Mojia Army and the entire Fengyun Continent. The cause of Su Biluo is unknown. Who can cure him except him?

"I know what happened in the past is that our Mo family is sorry for you. But now, my aunt has been married, and she has changed from time to time. Please take care of her father. Save her. As long as you can save her, no matter what the conditions, I promise.

Mo Zichen's posture has never been so low since his lifetime.

"Including kneeling with me?"

Wei Liaozi's words fell flat, and Mo Zichen had already kneeled down on one knee.

"Being a teacher for one day and a father for life, what's the point of kneeling?"

Wei Lianzi froze for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled: "It seems that you really love your lady. You boy, you finally know what 'love' is!"