Phoenix Rising Over the World

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Liu Shubo calmed down and felt something was wrong. He re-examined the boy. He was calm and calm, and really good.

"Who do you think did it? If you don't find the culprit, how can I trust you?" Liu Shubo wondered what the teenager would do next.

Surprisingly, Zi Moyan said only one sentence: "Who you go to see who has stones in hand, who is the culprit you want to get out of."

Murong Xu is a child after all, with an unstable heart.

With this silent sentence of Zi Mu, his heart panicked, his hands could not help but shake, a stone fell, and his voice was not loud but caught everyone's attention.

Liu Shubo finally knew that it was the good thing this little ancestor had done. Angrily grabbing Murong Xu's little hand and spreading out a look, sure enough there were many stones.

Liu Shubo raised his ruler on the palm of Murong Xu's little palm and said, "You're still so naughty! Don't do business!" That is just a few times. Murong Xu is the prince.

Murong Xu put up with pain, his face was pale, but he still stared at Zi Mu with an unconvinced look, an expression of endless me and you.

Zi Moyan did not look at him at all, and Murong Xu was 11 or 12 years old.

In Zi Moyan's eyes, it's just a little fart boy, so he doesn't need to bother.

Everything that happened here was seen by the handsome black man outside the door. The man looked at Zi Moyan's delicate little face, and his calm and calm reaction at his young age.

Sexy thin lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of curiosity and inquiry in the cold eyes: "This little guy is really interesting."

After class, Zi Mu returned to his home, and before taking a good rest, the prime minister Zi Haotian pulled him back into the palace again.

Zi Moyan's face was tired: "Father, why do you want to take me into the palace?"

In fact, he didn't want to enter that palace anymore. After today's affairs, he just wants to have a good night's sleep.

Zi Haotian also had some drums in her heart, with a heavy face on her face: "Mutually, your father heard about your school experience. But somehow, the emperor even knew about it, and the emperor sent it Decree, let me show you to the Holy Ghost! "

Zi Muyan frowned slightly, the emperor wanted to see him? Forget it, he didn't want to see him, seeing the emperor kneeling again and again.

He didn't have that patience and didn't want to kneel down on anyone.

Zi Moyan looked slightly cold, got up and wanted to get out of the car: "Father, I don't want to go, I am very tired today, I want to go back to rest early."

Zi Haotian hurried back to silence, with helpless expression on his face: "Looking at your dad's sake, see the emperor." I don't know why, but he is a son, but he can't stand up to him, so he can only say something. persuade.

"..." Under the soft and hard foam of the prime minister, pulling and pulling hard, Zi Muyan finally agreed to the prime minister's request, after all, he was his nominal father.

I came to the palace and entered the hall where the emperor usually handled government affairs. Emperor Murong Tianchen was the twenty-fifth emperor of Long Linguo. It is said that he was also the most intelligent and intelligent emperor of Long Linguo, but his character was indifferent. Low air pressure can freeze a group of people.

Murong Tianchen did not wear a dragon robe, but was dressed in ordinary black clothes, handsome and extraordinary, but her eyes were too cold. He sat high up in the hall and looked down at Zi Muyan, deep in his eyes, the coldness melted a little, his eyes inquired and curious.

Prime Minister Zi Haotian knelt down at the tall man, saluting respectfully: "Weichen see my emperor, long live long live long live!"

Zi Moyan did not kneel down, but looked at Murong Tianchen without fear, and met his cold eyes without fear.

Seeing this, Zi Haotian hurriedly pulled Zi Moyan's clothes and said anxiously: "Since silent, why are you still standing, and salute!"

Zi silently remained indifferent, with a look of indifference: "I will not kneel to him."