After Murong Zhao finished speaking, Mu Zhi sat upright and asked with a smile: "What's the truth? Isn't your highness already having an answer? If you want to overthrow the Chief Guard, there are other ways, so why should you choose this one that is the hardest to leave?" At the end of the day, his voice was low, as if he sighed.

Mu Zhi really didn't understand him very much. At the beginning, because the original work provided by 999 was really eye-catching, he just hurriedly browsed it, learned the general outline, and then closed it and threw it back. Therefore, his impression of Murong Zhao was only cold and ruthless. Anyone who blocked his way would be eliminated by means of ruthlessness, and his style was terrifying.

And Murong Zhao, who has not yet entered the original plot, is really beyond his expectations of youthfulness and... cuteness. The softness hidden under his cold eyes always makes Mu Zhi want to tease him.

After hearing this, Murong Zhao was stunned - Mu Zhi asked the same question as Mr. Zheng. When the genius in green came that day, Mr. Zheng tactfully advised him that disaster relief had passed in the emperor's mind. If you mention it again, it might make the emperor unhappy. Wei Changdao was not cautious in his style and had many handles on his body, which one was not easy to use?

He was silent at that time and did not speak. He knew that Mr. Zheng's words made sense, but he still remembered the anger he heard when he cried and accused, the shock he saw the blood letter, and the passion that surged in his heart at that time.

Everyone says that King Yong Murong Zhao is heartless and cold, lonely and arrogant. Even his adoptive mother, Queen Wei, is afraid of him because of this, and thinks he is like a piece of ice, difficult to hold on to heat up, and will only hurt life.

However, in his heart, he was indeed moved by the bitterness of the people, would yearn for the scenery of peace and happiness, and would be willing to use himself to create a prosperous era - rather than just fighting for power and sitting on the supreme throne.

Now that such a thing happened in Tongzhou, how can I tell other prefectures and counties? It’s just that they did not do anything unscrupulously. Now that they don’t use timely deterrence, and when this situation becomes a routine in the future, the roots of Daxia will be really rotten.

Therefore, Wei Changdao must be severely punished, and he shall be punished for the crime he deserves.

Murong Zhao's eyes were firm, he stood up and gave a big gift: "Zhao's intentions are settled, please help me with the Ninth Master."

Mu Zhi held him in time and faced Murong Zhao's persistent gaze, he whispered thoughtfully: "If there is really something to do, it's not bad. It's just..."

"What are the requirements of Mr. Xie? As long as I can do it, I will agree to everything." Murong Zhao promised as his prince.

Mu Zhi smiled casually: "It's not a big deal. It's just..." He looked at Murong Zhao's eyes and slapped his long eye wings, "After the matter is over, I want your Highness one day."

Murong Zhao was stunned. Mu Zhi looked at him just now, and although he was smiling, he felt sad for a moment. That look clearly missed him, and it seemed like he was watching a past that he could not go back to. He suspected that he had read it wrong, because the person in front of him was still smiling so unruly and casually, revealing the unruly and a little cunning that he did not take anything seriously.

Although he felt that this request was strange, he thought for a moment and nodded simply: "That's the case."

They clapped their high-highs, and their warm palms slapped together, and the instantaneous temperature made Murong Zhao's heart beat faster.

It must be because this life is so evil. Murong Zhao comforted himself calmly. He turned his head, took the tea cup naturally and sipped it, then froze. The tea in the cup was already cold and became bitter and hard to swallow. This is how this kind of tea is. When it is hot, the aroma is scented, and it is sweet when it is in the mouth. Once it gets cold, it is another extreme.

He swallowed it forcibly, and his ears turned red inexplicably in Mu Zhi's smiling eyes. He coughed lightly, and he was about to change the topic, such as talking about the account book, when he saw a person hurried from afar, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but his clothes were elegant and simple. Not only was he less elegant than a literati, but he also looked very different.

Wen Dalang... Murong Zhaochong clashed the guards in the dark and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to stop him.

"Junior Ninth!" Wen Dalang ran with sweat, but was excited. He rushed to Mu Zhi, "I heard that you came to Wen's house, why didn't you tell me? I have written two new poems and was about to invite Jiu Gongzi to admire him!" He said excitedly, and he grabbed Mu Zhi's hand, "The last time Jiu Gongzi's guidance has really benefited me a lot!"

Murong Zhao's eyes narrowed. He stared at the hands that Wen Dalang and Xie Muzhi were holding each other. He felt a little awkward. Somehow he suddenly regretted it: I shouldn't have put him in! Humph, I only know how to talk about poetry and essays all day long. If Wen Sanlang was not Wen Sanlang, wouldn't this person lose his reputation forever?

"Cough." He coughed lightly, but it was not loud, but it was full of pressure.

Wen Dalang felt a chilling hair standing up, and turned around to notice that there was someone else. He was startled first, and then he reacted and went forward to salute in embarrassment: "Greetings to Your Highness Yong!"

Murong Zhao nodded lightly, his expression unfathomable.

Mu Zhi, who was standing aside, picked up the fan again and turned around in his hand. His random movements were indescribable. He answered Wen Dalang's question casually: "Someone invited me to appreciate the flowers... the meaning of the fist is really hard to let go." The smiling corners glanced at Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao's face remained unchanged: "The Galing Epiphyllum was accidentally raised by the craftsmen in our mansion. The flowering period was only these few days. Mr. Xie was interested in appreciating the flowers, so it would be better to go back to the mansion and stay for a few days."

Mu Zhiyiran was invited: "It's so good!"

As the two of them said, they got up and walked out. After Wen Dalang subconsciously said goodbye, he looked at their backs with a confused look on his face: Hey... Hey? What happened?

...

After leaving the Wen Mansion, the two got on the same carriage. Murong Zhao and Mu Zhi told the specific situation, with a cold expression. It was not until he noticed that the man opposite seemed casual but actually serious, that his expression slightly eased.

"In the past few days, I have been waiting for the flowering period of my son Xie to stay in the mansion. I will make a noise to the outside world, just say that the young master is obsessed with the ephemeral ephemerals. I will not make it difficult for my son to wait for the flowering period in my mansion."

Mu Zhidao: "No need to do this. Why do I care about their thoughts?"

A smile flashed through Murong Zhao's eyes and said seriously: "It's not only for the Ninth Prince, but also for the King. The Wei family is nominally the Queen Mother's clan. Even for the Queen Wei, I cannot take action personally, and I cannot make them have any doubts."

Mu Zhi leaned against the cushion, and his long eye feathers covered the complexity in his eyes: "Your Highness is thinking about Zhou Xiang."

Murong Zhao sensitively noticed the strangeness in his tone, but couldn't tell what the mood was. Suddenly, he thought that a young man from a noble family like Xie Muzhi was very disdainful of such a step-by-step plot? In this person's heart, did he have a layer of cunning and ruthlessness in the coldness? After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Queen Wei was not bad at him, but he was planning to attack her brother...
Chapter completed!