Mo Dongliu raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Mo Wuyun seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the pride in his eyes was thick.

He is also a prince and has grown up in these battles. He thinks he will not be troubled by such a trivial matter.

Mo Dongliu snorted coldly and tilted his head slightly: "I originally didn't want to make this matter too complicated, but I didn't expect the Third Emperor Brother to be so aggressive."

Mo Wuyun was stunned: "The one who is being aggressive is Brother Wang. He is just a pariah. He will die if he dies. Is it possible that you plan to ask the Prime Minister to pay for her with his life?"

When Mo Dongliu heard this, his expression became a little colder: "Taken from the people and used by the people, but to say such words, the emperor seems not to be able to see his identity at all."

These words made Mo Wuyun angry.

He and Mo Dongliu had not been at odds since they were young. His mother was the mother of a great nation, but the emperor often paid more attention to Mo Dongliu than him. Now, Mo Dongliu has been granted the title of king and built a mansion, and he has great power in his hands.

But he is still just a prince with an empty title and no real power.

Jealousy gradually rose in his heart, and Mo Wuyun wished he could stab Mo Dongliu to death with a sword.

"My prince is just discussing the matter, unlike you who cares about everything and ignores the overall situation!"

No one else dared to interrupt the quarrel between the two.

Even *** was a little overwhelmed and at a loss.

He lowered his voice and persuaded: "Your Highness, Third Prince, now is not the time to quarrel over this matter."

Mo Wuyun's eyes were cold and intense, and he had no intention of retreating when he heard the Prime Minister's words: "Today, the Japanese prince must decide the winner in this matter. Let's see who the father thinks he is.

That's right."

Just as he was about to start arguing again, he heard a figure flash outside the courtyard door.

The figure is graceful and flawless, and when viewed from a distance, it gives people the feeling of being as clear as clear water.

With long hair shawl and fluttering clothes, the figure is getting closer and closer.

Mo Wuyun immediately froze on the spot, his face obviously changed a little.

There was a strong look of surprise in his eyes, as if he wanted to reach out eagerly, but he didn't dare to get close.

The woman was all white, the color of snow.

She stopped and suddenly bowed her head slightly and saluted Mo Dongliu.

"My daughter pays homage to His Highness the Eastern King."

Mo Dongliu lowered his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then looked back without any nostalgia.

"Um."

That cold, unwavering voice made people feel a little uncaring.

At this time, Mo Wuyun had immediately separated from the crowd and walked up to Wen Yu. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his expression and complexion were both excellent.

"Yu'er, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Wen Yu was startled when she heard Mo Wuyun's voice and saluted him very politely.

"Wen Yu pays homage to His Highness the Third Prince and keeps His Highness waiting."

She was polite and distant, but when the third prince approached, she couldn't help but take two steps back.

When Mo Wuyun saw this scene, he obviously knew what she was thinking. His face showed sadness for a moment, but he didn't act too hastily.

"By the way Yu'er, I'm here to prepare some gifts for you this time. They are in the room. Do you want to take a look with me?"

Wen Yu raised his head, with a hesitant look in his eyes: "This is not good, it will really cost His Highness a lot of money. Yu'er will never dare to accept such a heavy gift."

Mo Wuyun became more and more courageous as he fought without any sense of frustration.

"It's not a valuable thing, as long as it makes the beauty happy."

After hearing this, Wen Yu knew she couldn't refuse, so she could only follow Mo Wuyun towards the room. When she stopped at the door, she looked back in the direction of Mo Dongliu. Seeing that the other party didn't even mean to look sideways, she had no choice but to

Follow it in.

When he arrived at the door, Wen Yu spoke up: "When I came in from the outside, I heard that the third prince's concubine let the dog hurt my sister's face. I don't know if this is true?"

Mo Wuyun's expression became more solemn, and there was a sense of self-blame in his eyes: "It was my failure in discipline that caused her to hurt Lan'er, but this prince will definitely punish her well when he returns, so you can rest assured."

Wen Yu's smile was a little more cold.

"Where is she?"

Mo Wuyun was stunned and shouted to the servant behind him: "Bring Wen Yao here."

Scary heard that he quickly left, and not long after, Wen Yao was found wandering around the house.

At this time, Wen Yao was sitting on the high wall fighting crickets.

With the weather's eyes, there were many small things in the grass on the wall. Wen Yao caught two and put them together and watched them kill each other.

"Princess, why did you run up there? The third prince is calling you."

This wall is extremely high, and it is very difficult for most people to climb up. The two guards did not know how Wen Yao climbed up.

But considering how many years Wen Yao has been in this mansion, she must know some ways to climb up, and who can guess the behavior of a fool.

Wen Yao was not really fighting crickets, but this place was in a good location and had a good view, and he could directly see the people discussing things in the main courtyard.

Coincidentally, I also heard the conversation between Mo Wuyun and Mo Dongliu.

The exchange between the two gave her a rough analysis of their personalities, and also made her more interested in Mo Dongliu.

"Is my husband calling me? Where is he?"

Wen Yao deliberately pretended to be very happy, but while dancing with joy, he tilted his body and fell towards the other wall.

This scene frightened the two guards. They were helpless and could not save anyone.

The wall is too high, and they can't fly, so they can't get past it.

Wen Yao did this on purpose. Since she can come up, she can naturally go down.

She did this just to scare the two guards and make them sure that she climbed here unintentionally.

Just when Wen Yao hooked his toes on the wall, planning to do a beautiful turn while no one was watching, his waist suddenly tightened.

Her eyes widened, and her whole body was stiff. She rarely interacted with strangers and was completely messed up.

The smell on this man's body is somewhat familiar.

Moreover, even the voice he speaks is so nice.

"Third Princess, if you are so careless, the Third Prince will feel bad if you break her."

This voice is a little magnetic, a little peaceful and ethereal.

But that sounded a bit ironic, which made Wen Yao very angry.

But she couldn't be like other women and say that men and women are not intimate, not to mention that this man didn't treat a woman like this, and he had no intention of avoiding suspicion.

Then don't blame her!

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, stepped hard on Mo Dongliu's feet with his toes, and then stretched out his hands to hold the face.

"Beauty, the beauty is you!"
Chapter completed!