Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Hey duck, you got caught.

It's over.

The young man who was suddenly placed in the center and suddenly turned into a stuffed bun looked at the sky in awe, the sky was so dazzled that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

The moment he stepped out of the palace gate and stepped on the stone steps, he thought of Yan Chuan for no reason—that guy silently took out a new close-fitting suit for him after learning about the many trivial things that were going to happen this morning. soft armor.

At that time, he looked at the soft armor that leaked air all over the body, except for a layer of fine cloth, the top and bottom could not pick out two and a half silver threads——

Very touched, and decisively rejected him.

But now it seems...

He might as well put on that soft armor with An Sheng!

After all, with an extra layer of cloth, he will have an extra layer of peace of mind, right?
What's more, there are two silver wires on the thing, maybe it can slightly block the iron fists of his furious father-in-law and brother-in-law... right?

Mo Junli, who had emptied his eyes, was thinking ecstatically, he immediately became a quail on the chopping board when he stepped out of the palace gate.

In the Golden Luan Hall, Mo Jingyao, who was huddled in the inner hall, leaning against the door, secretly watching the "battle situation" outside the hall, saw his son's weak and desolate back being sandwiched between the Mu family and his son from afar, and beat him for no reason. A shudder——He looked at Ayan's appearance, and inexplicably remembered the "Farewell to Yishui" recorded in the history books.

——The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.

... It was this strong man who looked a little timid.

Miserable, this is really miserable.

But there is no way, today is either his death or his death. For the sake of his own life, the heavy responsibility of being beaten can only be entrusted to you, A Yan!

——Don't worry, my father will remember to burn some more paper for you before he flees to the Southern Region for refuge, son! !

Watching the young man disappear within the palace walls, the old emperor smacked his lips and shook his head, ordering the palace people to quickly find Mo Wanyan—although he absolutely believed in the self-control of General Mu Da, but just to be on the safe side, he still sent a It would be better for Le Wan to take a closer look.

By the way, I can also watch the scene that he left behind for him.

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"So, what Father means is, let me follow and keep an eye on it, so that my brother won't be hammered to death by that unlucky Mu Mingyuan."

On the carriage back to the Duke's mansion, the little princess, who was chewing a piece of fruit candy, solemnly explained her purpose of coming here, and then hand-fed Li Yunchi another mouthful of snacks.

Master Mu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and looked out of the window with erratic eyes for a while: "Second brother...isn't he so ignorant?"

"Hey! That's hard to say." Mo Wanyan curled her lips, and followed her as she spoke.

"Back then, Sixth Brother just spent half a word with Sister Mu, and then he got his nose bruised and swollen, and he couldn't get off the ground for three months... Now my brother just took your tender little cabbage into his hands. Considering that guy Mu Mingyuan's temperament, and his madness when he was in the top, wouldn't my brother be beaten up on the spot with hemiplegia?"

"Especially when everyone agrees that my brother is not good enough for you at all."

——She used to think that there was nothing else to see on her brother's body except his face, and she still thought it was unbelievable that a dog like her brother could cheat other girls away.

The little princess whimpered, but Mu Xici's eyes became more and more erratic when she heard the words - for some reason, what she heard from the little princess seemed to make some sense, but this perception was not a good phenomenon.

Or... She took the time to order two more waxes for Ayan.

Master Mu curled up his fingertips, and the Duke's Mansion was already close in front of him amidst his thoughts.

The three of them got out of the car and walked around the main hall. From a distance of a hundred feet, they heard the cursing of Young Master Mu in the garden of the backyard, occasionally mixed with three or two cries of pain from the current crown prince.

"Okay, you have the surname of Mo! We agreed to be brothers for the rest of our lives, but you turned around and kidnapped my sister. You can kidnap my sister when she is young. You can kidnap her!"

"Hey! Let me give you another punch!" When the master Mu Xiaogong made a move, he had no rules and punches, and Mo Junli was embarrassed to avoid Mu Xiu Ning Wu (gu) (yi) Shi (de) went straight to his life gate with those heavy punches, and at the same time had to guard against General Mu Da's silent and sudden attack.

——It is completely different from his brother-in-law's boxing method, not only does his father-in-law not make any noise when he hits someone, but he also likes to use the kind of non-lethal, invisible, but painful poisonous hand !
"Hey! No, wait a minute, Aning, listen to my quibbles—my natal brother is also a brother!" The young man who couldn't dodge and just got Mu Wenjing's old punch folded his arms and tried to defend himself. Mu Xiuning heard this He was stunned for a moment, and then he rounded his arms even more.

At this time, if he didn't still have such a sliver of reason in his mind, he really wanted to simply ask for their family's ancestral Zhanmajian!

aha~
kill!Jun!
Young Master Mu suddenly ignited his fighting spirit, and his fists became more and more fierce. When Mu Xici and others found these three people through the Moon Gate, the exhausted Mu family father and son will be taken away. After resting her fists, the little girl looked at the dusty young man on the ground, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly.

——Six points live, four points die, hurt the skin but not the tendons.

It's okay, it can be cured.

"The old minister has met His Highness Le Wan." Mu Wenjing, who was full of birds, was refreshed, and even his voice was a little more comfortable.

The little princess who returned the gift looked at her own brother who was still paralyzed on the ground, and looked at her brother who was probably not dead yet, and then looked up at General Mu, who was somewhat unsatisfied, who had just exercised his muscles and bones, and stepped forward with a serious face. He patted the veteran on the shoulder: "Master, thank you for your hard work."

"Good job!"

"Quack?" Mu Wenjing was stunned, and Mo Wanyan slapped him like a duck in response.

Forgive him, an old man, for not being able to understand the thinking of young people now—he thought that the little princess would protect his brother to some extent, but after hearing what this little girl said...she thought he beat him well?

...I can't see it.

You boy, you are quite hateful!

General Mu frowned and glanced at Mo Junli, and the latter bared his white teeth at him. Having seen enough, Master Mu came over and leaned over to poke the only scar on the young man's lip.

——It looked like he bumped into it on purpose.

Tomorrow's son rests for a bath, but Hou'er still has to go to court, no matter how angry her father and the others are, they won't touch his face.

When he is the crown prince, he still has to keep his face to look at the civil and military officials.

Mu Xici lowered his eyelashes slightly thinking: "You said you, why are you so sloppy when you have nothing to do?"

"A Ci." Mo Junli avoided answering this, and just blinked his black pupils in aggrieved manner.

Looking at those eyes, the little girl inexplicably thought of the dog who was the gatekeeper in the mansion.

——Stupid.

Master Mu curled his lips silently, then lifted the boy's belt, and under his horrified gaze, got up and lifted it off the ground.

"Father, my daughter took him back to get some medicine." The little girl raised her finger and said lightly, then carried him on her shoulders with her backhand.

"Tsk, go, go." Mu Wenjing waved his hands in distaste, with a momentary indescribable expression——

I don't know if there is something wrong with the feng shui of the Duke's mansion, but he always feels that from a certain day onwards, the image of his two precious girls has gradually gone off the rails.

Dad: Pretend to be serious.

Little Princess: Well done!

Ah Ci: Revenge for being carried around back then!