Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Mo Shuhuai probably really had something urgent to report when he returned to Beijing this time, because it was less than half a cup of tea before Yu Deyong left the imperial study, the sound of young people's footsteps could already be heard outside the room.

Hearing the movement, Mo Jingyao and his son couldn't help but sit upright. They turned their eyes following the sound, and saw the young man in navy blue casual clothes, stepping across the threshold in a hurry.

"Father, something is going wrong, Father!" Mo Shuhuai, who had just entered the room, shook his mouth quickly without raising his head, and a series of words were squeezed out of his throat like beans poured from a bamboo tube, "My son Days near Yunguan, I found a group of non-staff troops under the command of Marquis Dingyuan, and there have been many mobilizations of soldiers and horses in the southern region recently, I suspect..."

He seemed to have driven all night, and when he entered the house, he was still covered with dust. He raised his eyes, but the moment he saw the two people in the house clearly, his words were stuck in his throat : "I suspect that Chen Ande has a heart of disobedience..."

"...Hehe, father, seventh brother, you two are here." Mo Shuhuai pulled the corners of his lips extremely stiffly, and made a comparison with the two people who were sitting upright with half smiles Crying and laughing ugly.

"Ahaha, it seems that you already know about this, Royal Father, right... Then what, you just need to know. I suddenly remembered that my daughter-in-law was still cooking pork knuckle for him at home. If there is nothing wrong, I will let you know Take your leave first!"

"Goodbye, farewell!" Mo Shuhuai grinned and smirked, his supreme instinct for danger made him subconsciously want to grease the soles of his feet and run away on the spot.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Mo Junli had already locked the damned imperial study door with his backhand, and the young man triumphantly played with the bunch of brass keys in his hand, smiling and raised his chin at the young man.

"Farewell, big brother," Mo Junli said, rubbing his hands as he spoke, approaching Mo Shuhuai step by step, like a hooligan in the street molesting good women and men, "It's hard to go back to Beijing, don't be so Hurry up and leave."

"It's rare for you and my brother to meet each other, so it's a good way to catch up and chat, isn't it?"

The young man laughed, as if he was about to jump up and hook the young man's neck. Seeing this, the latter hurriedly ran to the window sill with a loud "Aww", and successfully bumped into his man who closed the carved window with a cheap smile. Shameless father.

"Hey hey, Huai'er, where are you going?" Mo Jingyao gritted his teeth, smiling like a bandit mountain king who intends to force his good into prostitution, "It's rare to catch you into Beijing to see your lonely and pitiful father. Why don't you stay in the capital for a few more days this time?"

"This, that's unnecessary, haha..." Mo Shuhuai trembled and shook his legs. He looked at the "forced prostitution" in front of him, and at the "local hooligan" behind him. He was in a dilemma for a while. .

——The key is that there is no door, and the window is also damn closed.

——Why didn't he learn martial arts for two more days with his martial arts master?Regret regret.

——You said that if he learns how mice drill holes from now on, can he get out of the imperial study room before these two beasts pounce?

——The blind fortune-teller I met on the road before was right. He was unlucky this year, very unlucky, and unfavorable for traveling far. He shouldn't return to this unlucky Ganjing this time!
Mo Shuhuai stared at his eyes and thought wildly, the father and son in Youshenjian had already sandwiched him one after the other into a ball of bun stuffing.

Mo Jingyao looked at him with a smile on his face who hadn't seen him for two years at least, and suddenly his face darkened: "Say, can't you live?!"

The young man trembled and knelt down immediately, then raised his hands in humiliation and surrender: "Shut up."

"Well, that's right. Father likes a good boy like you." The old emperor who forcibly got a satisfactory answer from Mo Shuhuai nodded in relief, and walked away to the court with his hands behind his back while smiling.

Emperor Yunjing, who retracted the big chair again, lit the table and grabbed the teacup with a smile, and then, as if talking about today's weather, he said lightly: "Huai'er, since you plan to stay in Beijing for a few more days It's the day, so let's supervise the country for two days by the way."

"It just so happens that your younger brother is going on a long trip, and I'm going to be unwell next month... The previous court sent a supervisor, look, how is it?"

After Mo Jingyao finished speaking, he lowered his head, and took a sip of tea calmly, but Mo Shuhuai's eyes couldn't stop turning black when he heard this. He pressed his head that was about to faint, and asked with difficulty with black eyes: "... ...Father, what did you just say?"

Emperor Yunjing hugged the teacup and raised his eyebrows in response: "Your brother is going on a long trip, will I feel unwell next month?"

Mo Shuhuai's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his head became dizzy more and more: "...One more sentence?"

The old emperor rolled his eyes gently: "By the way, supervise the country for two days for me?"

"..." The young man rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.

——My life is over.

*
Later, Mo Shuhuai was awakened by the two old Coptis chinensis treasured in Mo Junli's pocket.

When he opened his eyes, Mo Jingyao and Mo Jingyao were debating who should pinch him, or whether they should take out the Anshen Baoxin (hardened version) small pill secretly made by Master Mu Da, regardless of the age of the two pieces. How much bitter water can the old Huanglian ooze out of his mouth, and some people even want to pour two taels of warm tea into his mouth.

Hearing the "conspiracy" young man tense up, he looked at the two big faces in front of him that were getting more and more ferocious, hurriedly scrambled to the corner, spit out a mouth full of medicine dregs, and quietly He retracted himself between the door and the cabinet.

——It’s so cold, on this sunny day on the fourth day of August, he not only lost his father, his brother, but also his precious freedom.

Farewell, his lovely fief; farewell, his wife's stewed pork knuckle.

He will be trapped in this man-eating capital, watching the power corrode his body step by step, watching the struggle permeate his soul inch by inch.

—Damn it, this ruthless heavenly family.

——Hateful, this damn imperial power!

Mo Shuhuai hugged his knees and looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes. He choked on the emperor who saw him waking up and ran over.

"It is impossible to supervise the country, and it is impossible to supervise the country in this life."

"...No, son, have you finished what I have said? It is impossible for you to supervise the country here." Emperor Yun Jing, who was suddenly stunned, was silent for a moment, and his hands suddenly felt a little itchy.

——He wanted to lift the cover of this little bastard who played a lot.

However, Mo Shuhuai's position is very firm: "No, no matter what you say, I will never agree to you..."

"After this incident is over, you won't have to go back to Beijing, report on your work, or go to court for ten years." Mo Jingyao slyly stretched out two fingers, and made a "ten" with a click, "Just send me a book on a regular basis."

Mo Shuhuai paused for a moment, raised his head and solemnly and resolutely stretched out two fingers: "20 years!"

"Children, don't push yourself too hard." Emperor Yun Jing wrinkled his nose and bargained, "15 years, no more."

"...15 years is fine," Mo Shuhuai shrunk his neck vigilantly, "but you have to make a written statement for my son."

Mo Jingyao nodded: "No problem, I will write an imperial decree for you later, seal and sign it, don't worry, I will stamp A Yan's seal for you."

After hearing this, Mo Shuhuai slapped his legs and stood up: "Deal!"