Chapter 53: Master and Dark Guard 007

Drizzle drizzled, but Mo Jingyu didn't have much mood to see how embarrassed the person who was on his knees was, but just commented on the tea that had just been brought up. He felt that the aftertaste was not sweet enough, and there was an obstacle in the foot His heart.
In order to hold him, Naimanjin sent him over for Zhou Guo's peace. From the outsider's point of view, Mo Jingyu felt that the other party's feelings were misbehaving and could not see his goodness. But this is exactly the way he can do whatever he wants.
"I said, if you want to make peace, let Mo Qi come."
Ever since Zhou Guoren knew Mo Jingyu, the man behind the plan, the mountains were so high that the people who couldn't help him could only cast his anger on Mo and Mo Qi. The emperor ignored the request of the concubine, and could only depreciate Mo Qi again and again, until the situation was better after severing the father-son relationship with him.
The emperor was not sure how happy he was, and no matter how much he spoiled the concubine, he was also the emperor. The threat of Mo Qi was not small for the emperor.
Mo Qi, who had planned for many years, hated him.
But Mo Jingyu wanted to see how Mo Qi hated him and couldn't do anything to him. Just like when the other party likes to tease him like that,
"I want Master Mo to come, but the emperor may not be happy ..."
Before the voice could fall, the cup in Mo Jingyu's hand fell to the ground first, and some hot tea mixed with the fragments of the cup splashed on the man's face, and his face was red, but the other party was still suffering. Intently, I dare not say one more word.
"I said, asking Mo Qilai to seek peace himself." He knelt and kneeled at the person's chin, and Li Li's face smiled, but there was no emotion in her eyes: "If the emperor did not mean peace, I would also There is no other way, but to tell Khan that the envoys of the Zhou Kingdom were not good, and there was no sincerity in the peace. Lord Li, you should know what the result will be? "
"How do you think you, the culprit, will end up better than the Lord Mo you uphold?"
The murmured sound seduced the deepest darkness, like a snake lurking in the dark, with a bit of a seedling, biting it and dragging it out.
"You can rest assured, you can rest assured, I will definitely tell you and convey your meaning to the emperor."
Soon after being banned at home, Mo Qi was dispatched as a messenger of the Zhou Kingdom to come for peace, followed by those dark guards who had arrested him and Mo Li, and this time it was not only the soldiers of Sahad, Mo Jingyu's side Naimanjin was still sitting.
Mo Qi was much older than before he came to Sa'Hada. In the past, black hair was dyed with silver. The other side squinted at him, and his face was just as annoying: "Little fish, I haven't seen you for a long time as my father, and I have become much more beautiful."
"Seeing you for a long time, you are even more disgusting."
This time it was his turn to look at the people in front of him with contempt: "Mo Qi, truce is OK, but I need Emperor Dazhou to hand you over to me."
Mo Qi smiled, laughed wildly and satirically, and the contempt in his eyes seemed to return to the original. He is still the defenseless child, and the other person is the person who holds his destiny tightly: "Little fish, you are from a pleasant little People are so big, but they can never learn to control people's hearts. At the beginning, I should not have sent Mo Li to you, because he spoiled you. "
He was right, Mo Li did spoil him.
No matter one year, two years, or even many years later, he could not have the calmness and pride of Mo Qi and the pride of being the Mo family; moreover, he would not learn the elder sister's readability, use charm and self The advantage is to control the emotions of others.
He is actually the most failed of the Mo family.
Without Mo Li holding it, anyone can not look at him.
Because Mo Qi saw him through, he would have no fear and treat him with contempt. Even if it is likely to be reduced to a prisoner, in the other person's heart, he is still the hairy kid who has done nothing.
Mo Qi accomplished him in one hand, and he thought he was free from the other's control. But now I look directly face to face, even if I have the advantage, and now I just find that it is just a ridiculous delusion, and I am still vulnerable.
Thinking about Mo Jingyu couldn't help laughing, tears came from the corners of his eyes, tears in one hand of the orchid fingers, and the variety of looks really made people feel a little dazzling: "Mo Qi, Mo Qi, don't you Also teaches a plaything of no one, no ghost, no ghost? "
He had thought that the other party would ridicule him, but Mo Qi rarely softened his expression. That was the kind of kindness he could not ask for before he knew: "No, I think the greatest achievement of my life may have been teaching you. "
Mojia Erlang once led countless people in Beijing to look back.
Mo Jingyu thought the other party might want to express this meaning.
The result of this summation was naturally unhappy, and Naimanjin's face was ugly because of Mo Qi's neglect of Mo Li and Mo Jingyu, until Mo Jingyu deliberately coaxed it.
When we went south this time, it was drizzling, and the rain hit the eaves and fell down. He looked at the hazy rain and fog, only to remember that it had been more than a month since he last saw Mo Qi. The war between Sahada and Zhou was still deadlocked, and the soldiers and women and children of the tribe were stationed in the captured city.
Listening to the news from the spy, Mo Qi somehow a few days ago, the disease was menacing, and the concubine sent a doctor to diagnose and could not see what was wrong. People are getting weaker day by day. According to people's descriptions, the other party has become thin and out of phase, and can't see a little spirit.
He looked at his hand that was not different from the past, thinking that the medicine given to Mo Qi had effect, and he did not know when he would do the same.
Did he go before Mo Qi, or live longer than him. Mo Jingyu himself didn't know.
He stared blankly, thinking for a moment, that he was stronger than the other side, maybe he was dead, and he could live for two or three years. It's just that he doesn't want the other party to die as fast as he has the opportunity to torture the other party. Of course, he hopes that it is better to do it by himself.
With a sigh of sigh, he didn't know if he could be favored by the heavens and had a chance to fight against each other.
After waving his hand to signal the other party to retreat, Mo Jingyu went around the city. At that time, the troops stationed there were evacuated, leaving only a few old women and children in the city. Thanks to those who were greedy for life and fear of death, these people were willing to surrender to Sahadah without much resistance.
Nowadays, the people of Sahadda get along well with the people who were once Zhou Dynasty, which makes Mo Jingyu feel guilty and feel better.
Even if she knew it was a comfort for herself, Mo Jingyu would rather lie to herself than face the reality of bloodshed. Just like he doesn't want to admit it now, he is the one who really hurt Mo Li.
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