: 196. Moonlight Nightingale

196. Moonlight Nightingale
Su Zhe stepped into the study, and Mo Xiuqi got up and greeted him with respect. Su Zhe waved his hand: "Wang Ye, Wang Hao, I am bothered."
Please Su Zhe sat down, and Mo Xiu was only smiling and said: "Su is so polite, but he is divided with the repair." Su Zhe looked at the young men and women sitting side by side, looking at the white snow in the ink repair After screaming for a while, I sighed: "Wang Ye did not care for the body like this, called Regent Wang Hao and Ling Xia Quan He An?" Mo Xiu faint smile, looked down at the white hair hanging on his chest, Laughing: "Repairing and correcting mistakes, there is Laosu old heart." Su Zhe shook his head and looked at Ye Liu, who was sitting next to him, and nodded and smiled: "Wang Hao returned safely, it is really the ancestors of the royal palace." Laugh, whispered: "Su Lao said. Ye Liu can return safely this time, it really depends on the ancestors blessing." Ye Li understands that Su Zhe is somewhat dissatisfied with himself, but she is not angry. She can feel that Su Zhe’s dissatisfaction with her is not because of himself but for ink repair. He was in the strange ink repair for her and a night of white hair. In the end, it is the student who cares about ink repair, and there is no selfishness.
Ink repaired his hand and held the hand of Ye Liu. He smiled at Su Zhe: "Su Lao said that after two months, Ali will be born. At that time, there will be someone behind the palace. The repair also counts on Su Lao. Children."
After listening to the words of ink repair, Su Zhe's look is more soft. He was lost in his old age, and even the only granddaughter was gone. In this life, I was destined to be alone. At this time, when I heard the ink repair, I mentioned the child, and the love in my heart was naturally out of control. It seems as if I saw a beautiful and intelligent child like the one who was a child when he was a child, and surrounded the beauty of his knees. Suddenly sighed, Su Zhe asked: "Wang Ye suffered in these years, and these old men can't make any effort. In the past two years, Wang Yi took care of them." The emperor defended them from the old ministers of Mo Liufang and Dingwangfu. The defense is tight. If you have been in the past for many years, you can only look at it in secret. There is no power at all. Looking at the white-haired man with a thin temperament but sharp as a knife, Su Zhe’s heart is also in vain. After so many years, Su Zhe still clearly remembers the appearance of ink repairing as a child. The second son of the king's house, the father has a love, and the brother is under the guard. At that time, the brocade boy was bright and distinguished, and the Ma Jingcheng was like a bright flame flying over, with the arrogance and pride of childishness. After a little longer, the army was expelled, and it was invincible. If it was less than sixteen, it would be called the juvenile of war. Every time there is victory, there are always countless thousands of talents and smashing their heads, just to see a silhouette of the young of war, how many spring dreams. At that time, the ink repairs, what kind of temperament and exuberance, so that countless people dare to look up and faceless? However, today's ink repair, in fact, is only the age of twenty-seven, but the eye can no longer see the original flame and style. In the faint eyelids, even the flames that occasionally flashed with cold chills, the face of Qing Jun with the white hair like snow, only makes people feel cold in their hearts. If the juvenile's ink repair is because the peerless style makes people look up, then the current ink repair is more like the cold snow of the mountains, people have to stop. The fascinating teenager, the future war of Dachu... After all, it is ruined...
"Su Lao has the grace to teach the repairs, and the repairs are unforgettable forever."
Su Zhe shook his head, no longer thinking about those past, the right color said: "Wang Ye can know why the Emperor Wang De Wang Yu Wang came to this place?"
Ink has been indulging for a moment, and nodded slightly: "Although the Yu Wang did not finish, but the repair also understood. Mo Jingyi wants the king to return to Beijing?"
Su Zhe nodded and looked at Mo Xiu’s solemn saying: "Can’t go back!"
"Su Lao..." Mo Xiuzhen was a little surprised. Su Zhe was honest and loyal to the big Chu. Although he understood that Su Zhe would not harm himself, he was surprised to hear that he had told him to stop himself from returning to Beijing. Su Zhe closed his eyes in exhaustion, and after saying this sentence, it seemed to be a lot of old. Although he has rarely been involved in the core of the court, the mind of Mo Jingzhen is too obvious. He naturally understands what kind of results that Mo Jingzhen sent him to want. Even if it is for the sake of stability, he also agreed to try to make ink repairs back to Beijing is a good way, because today's ink repair, no one is sure whether he still has a heart to the big Chu. But he also knows that once the magic repairs return to Beijing, waiting for him will not be the former king's palace, or even the confinement, but directly lose his life. In private, Mo Xiuzhen is his student, a younger generation who grew up watching him. Yu Gong, Da Chu strong enemy food, ink repair and Mo Jiajun is the only person who can compete with it. Therefore, he can only prevent ink repairs from returning to Beijing.
Su Zhe opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xiu: "Since the number of Wang Ye’s heart is there, I must have already planned. This is what I mean, and it is also the meaning of Hua Guogong. When leaving, Hua Guogong wants I brought a word to Wang Ye." Mo Xiu lowered his eyebrows and said: "Su said, please." The study was quiet, only to hear Su Zhe’s voice in the empty room, "Hua Lao said, the king’s palace The loyalty to the big Chu, there is no place to be sorry for the royal family and the ancestors. Now the king's palace is only a tribute to the prince, and the prince is the plan for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Dingwangfu and the Mojiajun. The Chinese government is deeply loved by the two generations of the emperor. Since then, I have been dying for the sake of the Great Chu. I only ask the lord... If the future is difficult, please ask the prince to look at the same source and protect the people from the aliens." Look up at Xiang Suzhe. The words of Hua Guogong have even concluded that the Mohist army will be separated from the situation of the Great Chu. It is worthy of being a veteran of the battlefield for a lifetime. Although Hua Guogong is far from the court, it may be the clearest one to see.
"What plans does Hua Guogong have?" Mo Xiu asked.
Su Zhe’s faint saying:
The big Chu smokes from the four days. From the day of Beijing, the Chinese state official proposed to go to the emperor to lead the troops. The memorial was only already placed on the emperor’s royal case.
: "Hua Guogong has been over 70 years old... The war situation has not yet reached the point where the elderly need to be shot." Ye Li patted the hand of ink repair, whispered: "The emperor will not be so easy to agree to the Huaguo public leader. "Mu Xiuzhen nodded slightly, and Mo Jingzhen prevented the strictness of these veterans. It is no longer necessary to give the military power to Hua Guogong." Su Zhedao: "The emperor is now...reversely, he is reluctant to listen to the politicians of the ruling and ruling the country. Instead, he concentrates on conspiracy and martyrdom. "Great Chu..." Long sighed, Su Zhe continued: "Wang Ye stayed in the northwest is right, once he returned to Beijing The capital is only afraid of laying down the sky. If the generals of Mexico are destroyed, the big Chu will die..." After that, Su Zhe stood up and said: "The old sayings are these, the royal family Wang Bao took care of it, after two days. We should also return to Beijing, and I don’t know what time it will be in the future."
"Su La, the emperor sent you to be in order to persuade the prince to return to Beijing, you are so ... how to explain to the emperor after returning to Beijing?" Ye Li asked softly.
Su Zhe turned to look at her and smiled lightly: "The old age has been seventy-three, and the life is seventy years old. Where else is there to be accountable?"
Foliage frowns, Mo Jingyi is not a soft-hearted master. If Su Zhe goes back this time, even if he is not allowed to be blamed by Mo Jingyi, he may not be able to get past. Yeli stood up and sat next to the ink repairing and quickly raised her to the front of Su Zhe. Yeli Weiweifudao: "The northwest is far from the Chujingshan high road, the long-distance bumps, the old age of the Soviet Union has been high, why not cultivate some days in the northwest, enjoy the old age. Isn't it better than going back to Chujing?" Su Zhe smiled at the leaves Glass Road: "Thank you for your concern, Wang Zhi is born in Chujing, and he is in Chujing. The life of almost a lifetime is consumed in Chujing. There is nothing left to live in this age, I hope that I will die in the future. At home, the funeral is in Chujing. The land in the northwest, Wang Ye and Wang Hao are very well governed, but unfortunately it is not the home of the old man."
Ink repaired the sword and the eyebrows were slightly locked. After holding the glass and sitting back, he turned and looked at Su Zhe. "Does Su want to ask her about the news?"
Su Zheyi, the wrinkled face is even more awkward, and the muscles on his face are uncontrollably trembled. For a while, Su Zhesheng asked: "Is she still alive?" Of course he knew that Su was still alive. Before leaving Beijing, the emperor told him the news and said he was willing to send someone to save the drunken butterfly. But what Su Zhe knows better is... Why did Mo Xiuzhen catch the drunkard? The granddaughter who had died of illness nine years ago is still alive. As long as I think about the time of death and the situation at that time, what does Su Zhe still understand? At that time, Mo Xiu was just injured, and the unrest of the Wangfu House was unsupported by the Princess Dachang. He sent the drunken butterfly to the Dingwangfu to take care of the injury of the ink repairing. Although it has not yet become a relative, it is only natural that the Dianfu’s drunken butterfly who is a fiancée is taken care of. But his granddaughter was sent back the next day. At that time, he was only scared when he was drunk, but he didn't expect it... But even then, when he repaired and drunk the drunkard, he did not catch her back. It must be that she did something to make the repairs so unbearable.
Ink repaired nodded and said: "She is in the palace."
Suddenly silenced in the study, Su Zuo asked for a long time: "What did she do?"
Mo Xiu hesitated a moment, got up and took a file from one side of the desk and handed it over. That contains all the things that have been drunk in the past decade. Su Zhe took it, and the thin fingers trembled to open the thick file and quickly flipped through it. The more I looked back, the more ugly the face was. Ye Li leaned against the couch and looked at Su Zhe's face and couldn't help but show his unbearable color. For a long time, Su Zhe looked up from the file, and trembled: "Good! A Su drunk butterfly! A good white! Xiling Baishi... Depressed noble, Zhennan Wang's masterpiece... Good! Really my Su Zhe Good granddaughter!"
"Su Lao..." Looking at Su Zhe’s white face, the glass frowned and worried. While waving and waving outside, I have been paying attention to Zhuo Jing inside, please come over. Su Zhe waved his hand and fell back into the chair, looking down at the file in the hands of the trembling hands. Is there any problem with my own teaching? The granddaughter who had always been docile in his eyes actually carried so many things on her back. At the age of fifteen, I got to know the orphans of the former royal family. After the fiance was seriously injured, she could also provoke the moon to help her swindle. In Xiling, it was the identity of the Bai family, which became the empire between Xiling and the king of Xiling and the king of the town. Even to the point where it could threaten the Queen of Xiling...and... sent people to assassinate the unmarried Ding Wang, this is his granddaughter? Su Zhe’s reminiscent of the fact that many years ago, the emperor secretly expressed his intention to welcome Su’s drunken butterfly into the palace, he refused to accept the drunken butterfly. In fact, even if Drunken Butterfly did not have a marriage contract with Mo Xiu, he would not agree to let his granddaughter enter the palace. But who thought that she did not become the emperor of Dachu but became the noble of Xiling?
Finally, Su Zhe seems to calm down. Standing up and coming up: "If you get tired, you won't bother Wang Wang. As for the obstacles..." Su Zhe tiredly closed his eyes and twitched his mouth. "Discuss it with Wang Ye." Su, there is no such granddaughter. "When I finished, I didn't look at ink repairs and leaves, and strode out to the door." Ye Li quickly signaled Lin Han to keep up. Sure enough, just after a few steps, I heard the voice of Lin Han coming out of the door. "Su Daren! Su Daren!" Mo Xiu ran out of the door, only to see the Su on the ground. Zhe was supported by Lin Han, and the dark blood on the ground was shocking in the moonlight. Ink repaired the coveted, faintly said: "Send the old man back."
Behind him, Ye Liu walked over to him and took his hand. The two men watched Su Zhe being sent back to the room by Lin Han. Looking at the indifferent look of Mo Xiu, Ye Liang whispered: "Why are you so, don't you say that the things of Su drunken are handed over to me?" Looking at her quietly, Ye Liu was close to his arms, softly said: "I know that you don't want to make me embarrassed, but I am both a king, and dealing with these things is my business. Isn't it? If Su Daren has any accidents, may you put it in your heart?"
Mo Xiu was silent, but she reached out and pushed her into her arms. Even with more than seven months of pregnancy, the glaze looks thin and slender. The two are closely intertwined, and the moonlight is quietly sprinkled on the two people, which makes the heart become extraordinarily quiet.
Chu Palace
The windows are half-covered, the silvery moonlight is quietly scattered in the garden outside the window, and the air is filled with strange fragrance. A white flower under the corner of the window slowly blooms in a beautiful style. Snow-white flowers bloom like layers of lotus, but they are more sacred and noble than lotus. Just like the white fairy, they dance alone under the moon. In front of the window, the white woman's stunning woman leaned against the window, letting the moonlight shine on her. The indifferent eyelids looked at the quietly blooming flowers outside the window.
"Ice Qing Yu Jie, only bloom in the middle of the night alone and not fight with the flowers. This flower is the world's best color?" A smiling male voice sounded in the room, but the laughter seemed to have a little ridiculous meaning.
The white woman was too lazy to return, and said indifferently: "If anyone who is unwilling to spend flowers, what is the use of others?"
The man smiled and said: "How? How many people will wait for the night to wait for the night, but unfortunately they will not see it. The short-lived, only for Wei Tuo... This is really a flower that people love and hate."
The white woman, Liu Guifei, sat up and looked back at the man in the temple. "What are you doing here? Ink is now sending people everywhere to find you. Are you dare to run into the palace?!" Candlelight, a man in the darkness strolled out, and the moonlight slanting into him was even more addictive. "I came, naturally, to tell you about my harvest from Beijing. A good news." A bad news, which one does the noble lady want to hear?"
Liu Guifei looked at him faintly, and seemed to be unmoved. The man smiled helplessly and said: "You are not interested in the news about ink repair?"
The cold eyes moved a little, and Liu Guizhen warned the man who was trying to make a fool. The man was somewhat frustrated: "Well, the good news is that your death is against the head, and now you are in the hands of the king. And the estimate that has been tossed is only half a sigh of relief. It seems that the king is really good for her." The bad news is... Ding Wang lived back to Xiangyang City, and he was still pregnant for seven months. In two months, the son of Wangfu should be born."
"Ye Liu is still alive?!" Liu Gui snorted, "Have you seen Ye Liu?"
The man nodded: "He fell into my hands. I originally wanted to use her to threaten ink repair. As a result..."
Hey -! A concealed weapon broke through the air and the man gave it to the side. Liu Guifei in front of the window has stood up and stared at him with anger. "Tan Jizhi! You have seen Ye Liu, why not kill her directly?"
The man was Tan Jizhi who had lost his trace after leaving the northwest. Tan Jizhi said helplessly: "If you really killed Yeli, do you think I can still come back alive?" Liu Guifei looked at him disgustedly: "Don't forget." Our trade, I only need Ye Liu to die! It seems that you have forgotten." Tan Jizhi looked at the cold and beautiful woman like a snow, and flashed a faint sorrow: "I wish you dare or forget the wish of the noble lady?" You can't ask me to take my life to change the life of Ye Liu? You can rest assured that as long as our affairs are done, let alone Ye Li, Mo Xiu can also be handed over to you." Tao: "That is your business, don't tie your broken things to me."
Tan Jizhi’s hand,
Well, it’s my business. What happened after I left Beijing?

Liu Guifei said coldly: "It was stupid, and now it is more stupid."
Tan Jizhi smiled gloomyly. "He is stupid. I heard that he sent De Wang and Yu Wang to the northwest to let Mo Xiu Xiu return to Beijing? Which idiot is the idea? Does he think that Mo Xiu has no brains like him?"
Liu Guizhen said indifferently: "How about the ink repairs?" The King and the Yuwang are afraid that they will not come back."
Tan Jizhi looked down for a moment and then laughed: "It turned out to be the idea of ​​the noble lady. It is true that Xuan Mo Xiu's return to Beijing is a fake. It is true to remove the De Wang and Yu Wang? But... I am afraid that the noble lady will be disappointed. Ink repair may not kill the two princes."
Liu Guizhen looked at it with cold eyes, and Tan Jizhi continued: "However, since the noble maidens see that they are not pleasing to the eye, how will they do it for you?"
"It has nothing to do with me." Liu Guifei looked back and continued to watch the flower road in front of him.