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Hearing this, Mo Shaoyun spread his hands and said loudly: "Naturally it has something to do with it, Lin Anruo is my good brother's woman now!"

"Although women are like clothes, but if you want to take off my good brother's clothes, do you want him to sit idly by?"

Yin Zhiping's eyes darkened, and he was really very angry at Mo Shaoyun's unreasonable behavior.

Young Master Liang is happy. Mo Shaoyun's temperament, if he is on the opposite side, can be said to be so domineering that people can't wait to beat him to death.

But as a friend, don't be too generous.

While smiling, from the corner of Gong Ziliang's eyes, he glanced at Lin Anruo who was blushing behind him. The seven-point joy and three-point shyness in the latter's eyebrows and eyes made his smile disappear immediately.

Trouble!

But looking at the situation in front of him, Gong Ziliang can only explain it to Lin Anruo later.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth, and popped out three characters of "good" from between his teeth.

Then, after glancing at Gong Ziliang and Lin Anruo with icy eyes, he led the old man Tiancan and the crowd, and left here without looking back.

Yin Zhiping left, and several figures were about to disperse in the crowd of onlookers.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mo Shaoyun pointed his chin, and the Golden Armored Army immediately rushed up behind him, and lifted those people out.

This change immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the footsteps that were about to leave immediately stopped in place.

"You guys, explain to yourself, what conditions did Yin Zhiping set for you to entrust you in the poetry meeting?"

"There is also the matter of leaking, let's talk about it."

Mo Shaoyun's words made everyone realize something, and they cast complicated glances at those people.

After those people honestly confessed that they had colluded with Yin Zhiping and Cailian leaked the question to Yin Zhiping, it immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

These people were the ones who had stood up and testified for Yin Zhiping's accusation against Gong Ziliang earlier.

But now, from their confession, the completely consistent caliber made everyone suddenly understand the truth.

"Okay, kowtow to my good brother to apologize, and then hurry up and get out."

After Mo Shaoyun finished speaking, those people crawled up in front of Gong Ziliang and kowtowed loudly.

In Gong Ziliang's eyes, these people were nothing more than a bunch of scumbags, not to mention how deeply he hated them, so he waved his hand and told them to leave quickly.

On the other hand, Mo Shaoyun, Gong Ziliang didn't expect that under his domineering appearance, there would be a delicate mind, and he couldn't help but think highly of the latter.

Mo Shaoyun kicked the war beast, came up to him, put on a gesture of asking for credit, and said, "Good brother, how did you do this little brother?"

"pretty!"

Gong Ziliang nodded and praised without hesitation.

"That is."

"This prince's move is called beating a dog in the water. Good brother, just watch, within three days, his Yin Zhiping's name will be stink in Chaicheng."

Mo Shaoyun didn't hide his complacency at all, and after talking about something, he said, "By the way, good brother, to tell you the truth, the younger brother is here this time...in fact, he has something to ask for."

Young Master Liang had anticipated Mo Shaoyun's intentions, and was about to speak when his heart suddenly moved.

Seeing two figures flying from a distance, he said with a smile: "Prince Mo, the person you are looking for is here."

Mo Shaoyun followed the direction of Gong Ziliang's line of sight, turned his head to look, saw the mountain eagle, and immediately landed on Xing Feng without stopping his eyes.

That face, infected by the years, left some traces of vicissitudes.

But the resolute face was the same as the portrait Mo Shaoyun had seen in the locked room in the imperial city.

Especially the scar on the corner of the eyebrow, which was as sharp as a knife and an axe, and Mo Shaoyun could feel the chill emanating from it even tens of feet away.

Suddenly.

In Mo Shaoyun's mind, he thought of his aunt.

"Aunt Xing..."

Subconsciously, Mo Shaoyun jumped off the beast, and was about to shout when he went up to it.

It was only then that he remembered that the magnificent princess of the dynasty had been buried under the imperial city for twenty years.

And that night that year, the heavy rain couldn't wash away the blood that was smeared all over the imperial city, let alone the sadness of the man in front of him.

While sighing softly in his heart, Mo Shaoyun said "uncle" on the edge of his mouth, and blurted out "Senior Xing."

However, Xing Feng came all the way swiftly, his eyes only glanced at Jin Jiajun, and then he didn't look at Mo Shaoyun more, and came straight to Gong Ziliang.

"Young Master Liang, I heard that you were blocked by the heir of the Pingjiang Dynasty, are you alright?"

Xing Feng said in a gloomy tone, the shock and anger on his face had not yet dissipated.

Zuo Shandiao, who was coming along with him, shrank his head at this time. After seeing Chen Pingan in the sedan chair and the well-groomed Golden Armored Army behind him, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to go in and out.

"It's okay, look at me, I'm fine."

Young Master Liang smiled, seeing the unrealistic worry on Xing Feng's face, a warm current rose in his heart.

After looking up and down, seeing that Gong Ziliang was indeed intact, Xing Feng nodded his head and gave a "hmm" without saying anything.

After a while, he noticed Mo Shaoyun standing next to the war beast.

Three days ago, he and Mo Shaoyun met once in Chen Ping's mansion.

It's just that at that time, Mo Shaoyun didn't notice him when he was focused on finding a place for Chen Pingan.

But now, when Mo Shaoyun looked at him, Xing Feng with a complicated face already understood that Mo Shaoyun knew his identity.

"Xing Feng, this is the third prince of the Monet dynasty, Mo Shaoyun."

"It was just because of his appearance that the Pingjiang Dynasty people retreated."

The son's conscience knows that Xing Feng has a heart knot with the Monet dynasty, but it seems that Mo Shaoyun does not hesitate to tear himself apart with Yin Zhiping, and wants to save him and Lin Anruo's sake, so he simply has a relationship.

Of course, if Xing Feng didn't want to talk to Mo Shaoyun, then he wouldn't force it.

"The species of the Mo family?"

Xing Feng looked at Mo Shaoyun coldly, even though his strength had fallen to the Xuanwu Realm, but the strong aura in the Heavenly God Realm made Mo Shaoyun's body a little unsteady under his gaze.

"Xing killed a lot of people back then."

The next moment, the words spit out from Xing Feng's mouth made Mo Shaoyun feel cold all over his body, giving him the illusion that he was facing a murderous god.

"Bold!"

Not far away, the commander of the Jinli Army immediately sensed the murderous aura on Xing Feng's body, and when he shouted angrily, he drew his sword and slashed at him.

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Shaoyun bit his teeth hard with the tip of his tongue, stimulated by the intense pain, his mind quickly recovered.

"Back off!"

Shouting out the commander of the Golden Armored Army who stepped forward, Mo Shaoyun pulled out a yellowed envelope from his bosom with blood on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Senior Xing, this is the letter my aunt left you before she was given her death."

This letter was hidden by Mo Shaoyun's aunt behind the portrait she drew for Xing Feng in the palace.

Twenty years ago, when Xing Feng...