Mo Dongliu paused, raised his head and said, "Isn't there three days left?"

Mo Chengyin curled the corners of her lips, the smile on her face was very easy-going, and she looked easy to talk: "This is not my final say. My father can't wait. If there is no result today, he will probably be angry.

"

Wen Yao stood behind Mo Dongliu and pulled his sleeve.

"I'll wait for you outside the door and come back early."

Mo Dongliu nodded, "Okay."

He followed Mo Chengyin, but Wen Yao couldn't follow him. In order to get the news about Mo Dongliu as soon as possible, she was waiting in the Imperial Garden.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, the orioles are singing, and the imperial garden is a quiet and peaceful scene.

Wen Yao sat next to the stone table in the pavilion with tea on it. She picked it up and took a sip.

One hour passed, and two hours passed.

The sky is getting darker and the sun is about to set.

Wen Yao frowned slowly, why haven’t Mo Dongliu come back yet?

Suddenly thinking of something, Wen Yao stood up from the chair and walked directly towards the Yangxin Hall. Halfway through, he ran into the eunuch general manager who came out of it.

Wen Yao had a bad expression: "Didn't the Eastern King meet the second prince just now?"

The old eunuch showed a little confused: "His Highness of the Eastern King has never been to the Palace of Hearts, but the old slave has not encountered it."

She has learned these things and can observe the person's psychology from a person's face to see if he is lying.

However, she did not see any strangeness, and it is very likely that what he said was true.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a little more anger in her eyes.

If Mo Chengyin dared to hurt Mo Dongliu a little, she would let him know why the flowers were so red.

Recalling the final route after Mo Dongliu left in her mind, she asked coldly: "I don't know where the road will lead to when you go to the front."

She pointed casually in one direction, and the eunuch general said, "That's the back mountain. The emperor said that he would not allow it without his permission... Hey, Princess, don't go..."

She walked over with her hands behind her back and walked forward along the forks of road.

The narrow path became deep and quiet as the vines extended. Wen Yao raised his head and saw the bamboo forest below the back mountain.

As soon as she walked into the bamboo forest, she saw a figure walking towards her from the small forest path next to her.

Mo Chengyin frowned suddenly, but she didn't expect that Wen Yao was so bold that he dared to trek in here: "Changyao, who asked you to come?"

Wen Yao raised his chin and looked at his face with a sharp look: "Of course I am here to find the East King, where are others?"

Mo Chengyin looked at Wen Yao, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Combined with his fox-like face, it gave people a very strange aura.

"Are you worried about the Eastern King?"

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows: "What, can't I worry about it?"

"It's all rumored that the King of Dong already has a daughter and a son. Could you still have other thoughts on him?"

When Wen Yao mentioned this, he was speechless: "You don't care about this, just tell me where he is."

Mo Chengyin replied: "Of course, the emperor is here too. They are talking about national affairs and no one is allowed to disturb them, so I said you broke in without authorization."

Wen Yao was angry and laughed.

"What a discussion about national affairs, do you think I will believe it?"

She had a bad premonition in her heart, and she had done countless dangerous tasks as a mercenary, and this premonition was basically very accurate.

Mo Chengyin moved the corner of her lips: "Changyao, you can't stay here."

Wen Yao raised his chin and had a little more dangerous color in his eyes: "If you don't let me see Mo Dongliu, I will never leave."

Mo Chengyin laughed and waved his hand gently.

In the jungle around, forty or fifty men in black gradually appeared. Those people were hiding in the bamboo forest, with fierce faces and silver-shining weapons in their hands.

When Wen Yao saw the other party's behavior, he was even more sure that Mo Dongliu was inside. The light in her eyes gradually became cold, and she gently took out the blood-red whip from her waist.

One end of the long whip blew down to the ground, and a trace like a spirit snake was drawn on the ground.

She gently lifted her eyelids and pursed her thin lips gently.

"Since you don't bring people out, I can only go in and look for them myself."

Wen Yao swung his long whip and made a blast in the sky. The sound of breaking through the air was very far away, and the vibration reached the hidden pavilion deep in the bamboo forest.

Mo Dongliu was sitting opposite the old emperor at this time, and the two of them looked at each other, with their phoenix eyes full of vigilance.

He turned his head and looked at the direction of the sound coming from outside the door, and opened and closed his thin lips gently: "Someone is waiting for me."

The old emperor looked ugly and said, "You really don't want to?"

Mo Dongliu people had already arrived at the door, and the Emperor's Shadow Guard army had obviously been fully dispatched at this time and surrounded the bamboo forest.

After the emperor learned about Mo Dongliu's martial arts, he chose the place where he talked. First, it was to handle things very conveniently, and then, no matter what happens here, no matter what happens here, the people in the inner courtyard of the palace will know.

"According to what the emperor said, I will announce my identity to the world."

The emperor's hands hanging beside him tightened slightly.

"Mo Dongliu, I just want you to marry a woman as your wife. As long as you can do it and the past is written off, I will treat you as a biological child. You can be your free and easy King of Dong for the rest of your life!"

Mo Dongliu sneered: "No one can threaten me to do what I am unwilling to do."

His voice was so serious and cold, with a vast aura.

The emperor frowned, but he didn't expect that after talking for so long, Mo Dongliu still remained stubborn.

"I didn't say I wanted to drive out the woman in your mansion. If she wanted, I could let her be the princess, and the woman in the Wen family would be the concubine."

Mo Dongliu frowned tightly, and when he heard these words, he felt a little ridiculous: "I will not take a concubine."

The emperor covered his chest and coughed, as if he was so angry.

"I have made a regression and will not let you hand over Pan Lie, nor will you pursue the big mistakes you made before, and even allow you to marry a woman of unknown origin as your concubine. What else are you not satisfied with?"

He covered his chest, his old face turned red, and he pointed at Mo Dongliu furiously and said, "I allowed you to stay back then for your mother's sake, but I have given you glory and wealth for so many years, you even have this little bit.

Do you not understand the gratitude?”

Mo Dongliu knew what the old emperor did this for.

Rather than saying that it was to take him a concubine, it was actually to put an eyeliner next to him that he could not get rid of.

He valued his ability to make money, wanted to tie him closely with the Northern Song Dynasty, and even threatened him with his identity.

"I can't obey my duty."

He had no patience on his face and just wanted to see Wen Yao immediately. The girl must have been anxious when she saw the emperor shouting him here with such a big fanfare.

The emperor's face was very pale. Seeing Mo Dongliu so determined, a coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Since you are so persistent, don't blame me."

The old emperor closed his eyes, and in a moment, Mo Dongliu heard a sound.

Tianqing was pushed out from behind by someone. He saw blood on the corner of her mouth and wounded on her forehead, and his whole body was stiff.

The old emperor's voice was cold: "I have tried my best to persuade you, but it's a pity that you still don't listen..."

"I promised to let your mother leave the palace, but unfortunately she encountered disaster as soon as she left the palace gate and disappeared."

The old emperor gently raised his eyelids, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He said in a serious voice: "As for whether she can be safe, it depends on whether you cooperate or not."

Mo Dongliu stared at the old emperor's face with an ice-like face without saying a word.

Tianqing was finally able to speak, and she roared hoarsely: "Prince, the empress was taken away by the person arranged by the emperor. He agreed to let the empress leave the palace in order not to let outsiders know that it was his doing!"

When the secret guard on one side heard Tianqing's words, he immediately wanted to cover her mouth. Tianqing was dissatisfied and bit her hard.

The screams were deafening.

The popularity changed drastically, and he slapped Tianqing in the face. Tianqing widened her eyes and was stubborn and refused to admit defeat.

Mo Dongliu's expression changed. He knew how powerful the Shadow Guard he cultivated was. He could snatch people away under his arrangement... It was definitely not a simple person.

Mo Dongliu's eyes flashed, and he raised his chin slightly, and the phoenix eyes were dark and obscure, as if he was making a very serious decision.

Outside the bamboo forest.

Wen Yao was like a god descending, and a red whip in his hand was invincible.

The secret guards were lying on the ground one by one, their skin was blooming, and they didn't even have the strength to get up.

Mo Chengyin was guarding the forest door. He watched Wen Yao come out of the siege of dozens of people, his steps were smooth and he didn't even exhale.

She looked calm, and she stepped forward with one foot on the hand of the last man in black who fell down. She was extremely elegant. Her pretty face was cold and ruthless, and her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with ice for thousands of years.

"Mo Chengyin, I'll ask you again, where is His Highness the Eastern King?"

Mo Chengyin's throat rolled.

In his eyes, Wen Yao's long whip had been stained with blood and turned into a real blood whip.

Mo Chengyin couldn't speak for a moment, so he raised his wrist and pointed to the two-story pavilion inside.

Wen Yao shook his whip in front of him, and blood dripped on his face.

Mo Chengyin does not know martial arts. If Wen Yao wants to hit him, he will not even have the ability to resist at all.

Fortunately, Wen Yao had no time to pay attention to him now, and slapped him on the root of the tree next to him, making him cover his chest and cough violently, which did not kill him.

"Thank you."

A faint voice spread ethereal in the bamboo forest, and Mo Chengyin could only stare at her back.

The fierce scene just now may remain in his mind forever and become a nightmare that he will never forget for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!