It was drizzling, but Mo Jingyu was not in the mood to see how embarrassed the people kneeling at his feet were, but carefully commented on the tea that had just been served, and felt that the aftertaste was not sweet enough, and there was another person who was in the way who was at his feet. his heart.
In order to support him, Naimanjin sent him over for Zhou Guo's peace request this time. From the outsiders' point of view, this was the case, but Mo Jingyu felt that the other party was harboring evil intentions and could not see his kindness. But that's fine, he can do whatever he wants.
"I said, if you want to ask for peace, let Mo Qi come."
Ever since the people of Zhou knew Mo Jingyu, the person behind Sahada's advice, the mountains were high and the water was far away. They couldn't help but cast their anger on the Mo family and Mo Qi. The emperor ignored the imperial concubine's request and had no choice but to demote Mo Qi again and again until the situation improved after he severed the father-son relationship with him.
The emperor couldn't tell how happy he was, no matter how much he doted on the imperial concubine, he was still the emperor. Mo Qi's threat was not small for the emperor.
Mo Qi, who has planned for many years, will hate him to death.
But Mo Jingyu just wanted to see how Mo Qi hated him and couldn't do anything to him. Just like back then, the other party also liked to tease him like that,
"I also 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 fragments of the cup splashed on the man's face, his face was red, but the other party still endured the pain I trembled, not daring to say another word.
"I said, I want Mo Qilai to ask for peace in person." He squeezed the chin of the person kneeling at his feet, his beautiful face smiled, but there was no emotion in his eyes: "If the emperor has no intention of asking for peace, I will There is no other way but to tell Khan that the envoy from Zhou Kingdom is not kind, and there is no sincerity in seeking peace. Master Li, you should know what the result of this will be, right?"
"Do you think that, as the chief culprit, you will end up better than the Master Mo you claim to protect?"
The murmuring voice lures people into the deepest darkness, like a snake lurking in the dark, biting at the slightest sign and dragging it out.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I will definitely report and convey your meaning to the emperor."
Mo Qi was soon banned at home, and Mo Qi was sent as an envoy of the Zhou Kingdom to seek peace, followed by those secret guards who had come to arrest him and Mo Li, and this time not only the soldiers of Sahada, but also Mo Jingyu Naimanjin was still sitting.
Compared to before he came to Sahada, Mo Qi was much older, and his black hair was dyed with silver threads. The other party squinted at him, but that face was still annoying: "Xiao Yu'er, I haven't seen you for a long time as a father, and you have become much prettier."
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are even more disgusting."
This time it was his turn to look at the person in front of him with contemptuous eyes: "Mo Qi, the truce is fine, but I need the emperor of Zhou to hand you over to me."
Mo Qi smiled wantonly and sarcasticly, the contempt in his eyes seemed to have returned to the beginning, when he was still the defenseless child, while the other party was the one holding his own destiny tightly: "Little Yu'er, you are a lovely little girl! You've grown up so much, but you still can't learn to control your heart. I shouldn't have sent Li Li to you in the first place, because he spoiled you."
He was right, Li Qiye had indeed spoiled him.
No matter after one year, two years, or even many years later, he will not be able to possess Mo Qi's composure and pride as a member of the Mo family; The advantage of being in control of other people's emotions.
He is actually the most unsuccessful one in the Mo family.
Without Li Li holding it, no one can ignore him.
It is precisely because Mo Qi has seen through him that he has no fear and treats him now with the contempt he had at the beginning. Even though he may be about to become a prisoner, in the heart of the other party, he is still the boy who has accomplished nothing.
Mo Qi accomplished him single-handedly, and he thought he was free from the opponent's control. But now looking directly at each other face to face, even if he has the upper hand, only now he realizes that it is just a ridiculous delusion, and he is still vulnerable.
Thinking about it, Mo Jingyu couldn't help laughing, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he wiped away the tears with his orchid finger. The charming appearance really made people a little dazzled: "Mo Qi, Mo Qi, don't you Is it also a plaything that teaches people to be different from people, and ghosts to be from ghosts?"
He originally thought that the other party would mock him, but Mo Qi rarely softened his expression, it was a little bit of kindness that he couldn't ask for when he didn't know what happened: "No, I think the greatest achievement in my life may be teaching you. "
Mo Jia Erlang once attracted countless people in the capital to look forward to the window.
Mo Jingyu thought that the other party might want to express this meaning.
The result of this summation naturally broke up unhappy, and Naimanjin's face was also ugly because Mo Qi mentioned Mo Li and Mo Jingyu's neglect, until Mo Jingyu coaxed him a lot.
This time when we went south, it was raining continuously, and the rainwater dripped down on the eaves. Looking at the hazy rain and fog, he suddenly remembered that it had been more than a month since he saw Mo Qi last time, the war between Sahada and the Zhou Kingdom was still in a stalemate, and the tribe's soldiers, women and children were all stationed in the captured city.
According to the news from the spies, Mo Qi became ill for some reason a few days ago, and the imperial concubine sent the imperial doctor to make a diagnosis, but he couldn't tell what disease he had. People are getting weaker day by day. According to people's description, the other party is already thin and out of shape, and there is no trace of energy.
He looked at his hands that were no different from before, thinking that the medicine given to Mo Qi had worked, and he didn't know when he would do the same.
Should he go ahead of Mo Qi, or live longer than him. Mo Jingyu himself didn't know.
He stared blankly, then thought about it, he was physically stronger than the other party, maybe the other party was dead, and he could live for two or three years. It's just that he didn't want the other party to die so quickly, and had the opportunity to torture the other party. Of course, he hoped that it would be better to do it himself.
Sighing faintly, he didn't know whether he could be favored by the heavens and have a chance to kill the opponent.
After waving his hand to signal the other party to back off, Mo Jingyu went around the city. At that time, the army stationed here withdrew, leaving only some old and weak women and children in the city; thanks to the retreat of those greedy for life and fear of death, these people willingly surrendered to Sahada without any resistance.
Now the people of Sahada get along well with the people who used to be Zhou, but it made Mo Jingyu's guilty heart feel a little better.
Even if knowing it was a comfort to himself, Mo Jingyu would rather lie to himself than face the reality of bloodshed. It's like he doesn't want to admit now that he is the one who really hurt Li Li.
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