Unfortunately, Yi Qingyu is not of royal blood, but just a meritorious official of the previous emperor. He was granted the royal surname by the emperor's grace, but he is not grateful and even wants to seek the throne. That is ungrateful.
Some scholars are of noble character, so how could they be willing to associate with such people
This is Mo Yu's purpose, he wants Gong Wenmin to persuade these people.
The people sent by the Ninth Prince waited for more than two hours, but had to return empty-handed as Gong Wenmin was determined.
Mo Yu finally felt relieved when he received the message before going to bed.
The next day.
Gong Wenmin began to attend court.
When he saw Yi Qingyu, he just bowed respectfully and then stayed away, not wanting to have too much contact with him.
Mo Yu watched this scene in his heart but said nothing.
Yi Qingyu looked at Mo Yu who seemed to be enjoying the show and couldn't help but glare at him in anger.
Mo Yu turned around as if he didn't see anything and talked to Leng Jingcheng.
The officials who were familiar with Gong Wenmin on a daily basis also felt suspicious about the strange atmosphere between him and the Ninth Prince.
Those who can become friends with Gong Wenmin are naturally like-minded people.
They are also the Ninth Prince's disciples.
After the court session, he took Gong Wenmin directly to the place where they often gathered.
"Brother Gong, what happened between you and the prince today?"
Gong Wenmin smiled bitterly and said, "My dear colleagues, I am afraid that we will not be able to serve the same master in the future. Do you know what happened during my mission this time?"
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After Gong Wenmin finished speaking, he fell silent.
They couldn't believe that the master they were loyal to was such a person.
After saying this, Gong Wenmin left first.
He knew how difficult it was to accept this matter. Even for him, it took him two months to make up his mind after he came back.
Not to mention those who have not seen that hellish scene on earth.
However, these officials still had some understanding of Gong Wenmin.
Just knowing is one thing, getting them to accept it is another!
For example, Yi Qingyu is not of royal blood.
It is even more difficult for them to accept.
Mo Yu couldn't care less about their mood, but as time passed, Yi Qingyu's accumulation over the years shrank visibly.
Gradually, Mo Yu was able to compete with Yi Qingyu on equal terms, but the remaining people could not be persuaded. However, Mo Yu was not in a hurry. After all, such a situation was beyond his expectation.
Yi Jinyi was also in a very good mood.
He changed into casual clothes and took Yi Wenjun out of the palace, leaving only Eunuch Li and Xiaolan, who served Yi Wenjun, with him.
When the two arrived at the Marquis' Mansion, they happened to see Mo Yu sitting under a willow tree to enjoy the cool air.
Mo Yu sensed someone approaching, opened his eyes, saw Yi Jinyi's figure, and was stunned for a moment. It had been a long time since he had seen Yi Jinyi alone like this.
Mo Yu stood up, smiling, and called out naturally, "Your Majesty!"
Yi Jinyi didn't hesitate and sat next to him: "No need to be so polite outside."
Yi Wenjun stood dignifiedly and looked at Yi Jinyi's unmannerly appearance. She didn't say much, just watched quietly.
Mo Yu bowed to Yi Wenjun again and said, "Princess, my sister is at home today. How about I ask someone to take you there?"
Yi Wenjun smiled and nodded: "Okay!"
After Yi Wenjun left, Mo Yu looked at Yi Jinyi who was not presentable at all and asked, "Why did the emperor come here suddenly?"
There was a blanket under the willow tree. Yi Jinyi was half lying down, supporting his head with one hand, looking at the lotus pond in front of him. He yawned. He always felt sleepy in the summer. He said casually, "I suddenly wanted to go out for a walk."
Mo Yu just smiled faintly and said nothing.
Just looking at Yi Jinyi quietly, the more I looked at him, the more he liked him. I had a feeling that life was peaceful and quiet.
I want things to continue like this, without the intrigues in the court.
The Ninth Prince’s Mansion.
In the hall sat Yi Qingyu's confidants.
Yi Qingyu sat in the main seat, but the expression on his face was not very good.
Of the officials who were supposed to be loyal to him, only about half were left.
One can imagine how badly Yi Qingyu's men suffered losses.
Yi Qingyu said with a gloomy face, "My fellow colleagues, do you have any good ideas for the future?"
The people below looked at each other, not daring to speak.
If it were before, they would definitely express their own opinions, but now Yi Qingyu’s true identity is almost known to all court officials, so who would dare to come up with such a bad idea
Now those who can stay with Yi Qingyu are all villains who curry favor with the powerful, and there are also some people who want to surrender but are rejected.
Yi Qingyu was furious, and his angry face looked extremely ugly. He had been busy for half his life, but now he was defeated by a little kid, and he had no way to deal with Mo Yu at all.
But it’s not Mo Yu’s fault at all.
Who made Yi Qingyu behave in an improper way? Who can he blame for his current fate
An official with shifty eyes spoke cautiously, "Your Highness, now is the time when Mo Yu is in high spirits. Why don't we avoid his glare and wait for the future?"
Yi Qingyu sneered, "I'm afraid I won't know where the king is before tomorrow comes!"
“Thinking!”
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It had been a long time since they came up with a perfect idea.
Yi Qingyu was so tired that he could only let them go.
A bunch of extremely stupid people.
After everyone left, Yi Qingyu had vicious eyes.
"Someone come!"
A man in black appeared silently in front of Yi Qingyu.
These are the killers secretly trained by Yi Qingyu. They are not usually used easily. The last time they took action was against the man who held half the power in Tianyu Kingdom.
Using it on Mo Yu is really a waste of talent, but it's a relief to die with the same knife.
Mo Yu will probably feel honored when he sees the King of Hell!
Yi Qingyu never thought about failure, because no one could escape from the hands of this group of killers.
There is only one way to go!
Yi Qingyu was saying something in the black-clothed man's ear.
The man in black quickly retreated.
Yi Qingyu murmured to himself: "Mo Yu, don't blame me, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for blocking my way!"
At this moment, Mo Yu knew nothing and danger was approaching step by step.
Mo Yu had just fought with Goro and was sweating profusely. Now he could barely last three hundred moves against Goro.
This body was very thin when he arrived, but now it is able to fight with masters like Goro. It is really a gratifying thing.
Ge Luo handed Mo Yu a handkerchief and said, "My Lord, why do you have to work so hard? I will definitely stay by your side to protect you."
Mo Yu chuckled: "This can be considered as strengthening the body. It never hurts to exercise more."