Easter eggs

In the blink of an eye, it has been five days, and Mo Xi is busy with military affairs, and he has long since forgotten what Li Junlei reminded [Wang Shujun is about to appear].

After the business was over, several young masters suggested that they want to go to a newly completed pitching pot hall in Dongshi to relax, and the new female monks from the Military and Political Administration also joined in to join in the fun.She is young and beautiful, with a plump figure and a rather noble background. Mo Xi vaguely felt that she was kind-hearted, and that she looked like a certain thirteenth-rate female star that Gu Mang had liked in real life.

"Mr. Xihe, how about going with us today?"

Mo Xi paused for a moment, then said, "Sorry."

"Rejecting people again." The female monk curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I know you like Princess Mengze, but isn't she going to be a holy aunt? Are you really so stubborn that you don't give anyone a chance? "

Mo Xi turned to look at her: "What?"

"It's nothing, okay, let's do it next time." The female monk said discouraged, "Next time you can't shirk, or I will be sad."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, Xi Hejun?" Yue Chenqing popped her head, patted the female monk on the shoulder, and persuaded, "Let's play together, drink tea, throw pots and so on , what's wrong?"

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"Stupid throwing pots, demented love."

Suddenly a man's voice sounded.Like a ghost, dumb, erratic, low-pitched, without a trace of heat, the only emotion is sarcasm.

Following these words, there were rustling footsteps outside the dimly lit palace gate.

Mo Xi turned his head and saw a man holding an umbrella walking up the stairs. His figure was cold and gloomy, like a lonely ghost wandering in a snowy night.The man closed the umbrella sideways, shook off the snow on the umbrella, raised his eyes, glanced at the people in the hall, and flashed a sarcastic smile no matter how you looked at it.

"Hey, all you ordinary people, are you there?"

Such lawless words, but in exchange for the juniors in the Military and Political Palace saluted one after another: "Mr. Wangshu."

"This junior has met God Wangshu."

This man is none other than Gu Mang, the No. 20 honorable man in Chonghua, who has been serving as a slave for 20 years, and the elder cousin of the current emperor.

Cold-blooded and cruel - Murong Lian.

It has to be said that this person's name is seriously inconsistent with his personality.When Gu Mang subdued demons and came to a village, he took pity on the people in the village who often suffered from epidemic diseases, so he used Murong Lian's identity to go to the Royal Medicine Hall in the imperial capital to secretly prepare medicine. Gu Mang was whipped seventy to eighty times, and then made people kneel on the footpath of the academy for twenty days.

Mo Xi was also studying in the academy at that time, but he usually didn't take that trail. One day when it rained heavily, he just happened to pass by there, and saw - Gu Mang was soaked from head to toe, his black hair sticking to the cold On the side of the cheek, raindrops continued to flow down the arc of the jaw. From Mo Xi's angle, one could see his drooping neck, humble as if weeds had fallen.He honestly knelt in the traffic of people, holding a wooden sign in both hands, with red cinnabar tattooed on it and four large characters written on it——

"It's shameless for a lowly slave to pretend to be the master."

Mo Xi stopped in front of him.

Crystal water droplets splashed on the umbrella surface and bounced off, while some gathered into streams and rushed down the umbrella ribs.

The people around might cast curious glances, but after a glimpse of the Teng Snake noble family crest on Mo Xi's robe, they all bowed their heads and raced away in horror, not daring to take another look.

"……you……"

Gu Mang seemed to be drowsy from the drench already, and he didn't even know when the big umbrella was propped up on top of his head, nor did he notice that someone stopped in front of him.

So when he suddenly heard someone talking so close, he was startled, woke up from his drowsiness, and suddenly raised his head——

Mo Xi saw a confused and cold face with blood on the corner of his mouth and welt marks on the side of his face. He was shivering from the cold, like an abandoned dog in the mud. Only his black eyes were still bright, looking like they had been washed. with him.

That embarrassing appearance was paired with the eight-character wooden sign that said "a lowly slave pretends to be the master, you are shameless", but it was indescribably ridiculous and pitiful.

At that time, Mo Xi had some friendship with Gu Mang. Although it was not very deep, he also knew that Gu Mang stole medicine under his name. He couldn't bear the suffering of the whole village from the epidemic, so he went to Murong Lian's bedroom and asked him to show mercy.

In the end, instead of agreeing, Murong Lian quarreled with Mo Xi. In the end, he simply ordered someone to pass Gu Mang back to his seat, and asked in front of Mo Xi, "Gu Mang, do you know that Mo Xi, who is of such a high status, is going to marry him?" Young master, why did you come to my door today?"

With water dripping down Gu Mang's face, he shook his head blankly.

Murong Lian hooked his fingers at him, making him come over, stretched out his scary white fingers to caress Gu Mang's wet face, then rolled his pink eyes, and said with a half-smile, "He came here for you. "

Gu Mang was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Mo Xi with a sullen face, then turned his head to look at Murong Lian, finally he wiped the rainwater off his face indiscriminately, and grinned: "My lord, are you kidding me?"

Murong Lian still smiled: "What do you think?"

"..."

"You are getting more and more capable. If Mr. Mo hadn't braved the rain to intercede for you today, I don't even know when you hooked up with someone else's son."

Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Murong Lian. I'm just speaking for him to be fair. Don't be dirty when you talk."

Gu Mang turned his head to look at Mo Xi in a daze. After a while, there seemed to be a hint of gratitude and a smile in his eyes as clear as sea water, but then he took advantage of Murong Lian's inattention, and shook his head slightly with Mo Xi.

The meaning is self-evident - don't worry about it.

Murong Lian glanced at Mo Xi, and snorted lightly as if in a demonstration, then turned to Gu Mang and said kindly, "Kneel down."

Gu Mang did as he did, and in front of Murong Lian, he kept his tall figure and lowered his head.

"Take off your shirt."

"Murong Lian!!"

"This is my bedroom, no matter how noble Mr. Mo is, he shouldn't reprimand me in my room, right?" Murong Lian glanced at Gu Mang again, "Take it off."

Gu Mang did as he did, except for the robe he was wearing, he revealed a strong and well-proportioned figure, lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.Murong Lian looked at his figure slowly, from the tight and sharp muscle lines to the skin with the color of acacia flower honey under the candlelight - Murong Lian is very thin, when he looked at Gu Mang like a Gui Shao, who was afraid of the cold, was looking at the best animal fur—as if he wanted to tear off all Gu Mang's skin and flesh, wrap it around himself, and make himself stronger.

Around this time, Murong Lian brought hot ginger tea to Murong Lian. While drinking it, Murong Lian sighed, "Gu Mang, it's nice to have a spiritual core, isn't it? It feels good to be able to stir things up in the Cultivation Academy, right? You are very happy to befriend such a dignitary as Mr. Mo, right?"

Putting down the teacup with thin fingers, she suddenly raised her eyes.

Jealousy distorted Murong Lian's thin face.

"Aren't you going to forget what your origin is!"

Gu Mang buried his head lower: "Don't dare to forget."

"Your prowess, your clothes, your spiritual core, everything about you today - all are thanks to my Murong family. Without Wangshu Mansion, you have nothing!"

"Young master taught me that."

Murong Lian didn't say anything more, and after a while, he suddenly sneered: "But I always pay attention to rewards and punishments. Since you are so capable, I will naturally not treat you badly, lest your wings become stiff and others will win you over."

He coldly ordered the left and right: "Go, bring me the gift that I gave to Gu—Da—shi—brother—" He stretched out each word very long, sarcastically, "Bring me."

At that time, other accompanying students of Murong's family were also there. One of them was Lu Zhanxing, Gu Mang's best brother. He looked at Murong Lian with a gaze that could almost be called a "stare".

Murong Lian raised his hand, and ordered his left and right to unveil his congratulatory gifts under everyone's gaze.

Everyone's expression changed, and several of them couldn't hold back their exclamation:

"It's the slave ring!"

When Gu Mang heard this, he suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the sandalwood tray above his head.

Mo Xi's expression also changed.

The slave ring is worn on the neck of the slave who is the most disobedient and annoying to the master, and is used to restrain and punish the slave.Once you put it on, unless the owner allows it, you can never take it off. The effect is about the same as that of a dog collar.If being a slave class is already a great disgrace, then being chained to slavery is even more humiliating, and it will even make other slaves look down on him.

"Put it on yourself." Murong Lian waved his hand, "Do you still want me to treat you, Senior Brother?"

Mo Xi beside him was already furious: "Murong Lian, don't go too far, the slave lock ring needs to be approved by the emperor to—"

In the middle of the conversation, it was interrupted by Gu Mang.

"Such a precious congratulatory gift." Gu Mang said loudly, overwhelming Mo Xi's voice with no doubts. He was no longer in a daze, but raised his hands with a smile, and took the tray, "Thank you, young master, for the reward."

Kneeling and knocking down, extremely exaggerated.

Everyone was sympathetic, but Gu Mang unhurriedly untied the pitch-black neck ring, raised his dark eyes, and looked at Murong Lian who was sitting tall. There was no resentment in those beautiful eyes, but a very calm one.

Murong Lian said coldly: "Dai."

Gu Mang said, "Okay."

Mo Xi looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief: "..."

As for Gu Mang, he just accepted it like that, and without blinking, he snapped on the lock ring with a "click".

"Hey." As if he had discovered something new and interesting, Gu Mang touched his neck with interest, "It's not too big or too small, just right."

The waiters who had a good relationship with Gu Mang looked like they were about to cry.

But Gu Mang was like this when he was a boy. Big things didn't seem to matter to him. When the sky fell, he would probably pull them up as a quilt with a smile—exactly the same temperament as Gu Mang in reality when the Gu family was not lonely.

"Does it look good?"

Lu Zhanxing: "..."

Murong Lian rubbed the corners of his lips with thin pale fingers, and said eccentrically, "It's so pretty."

Gu Mang said cheerfully, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."

"No thanks." Murong Lian's eyes were gray, and he was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, and with a blue light in his palm, Gu Mang suddenly fell to the ground.

The one named Lu Zhanxing in the waiter couldn't help but said, "Gu Mang!!"

The slave ring suddenly stretched out several pitch-black thunder belts, tightly binding Gu Mang's upper body including his arms, and the thunder stream pierced Gu Mang's body convulsively, curling up on the ground trembling uncontrollably.

Murong Lian seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, so he changed another curse seal, the light in his palm turned red, and the slave ring pierced thorns, entangled the honey-colored body, and the sharp thorns pierced into it, and blood flowed instantly ...

"Enough!" Mo Xi couldn't bear it any longer, gritted his teeth and said, "Murong Lian, why are you here?"

"What does it matter to Mr. Mo that I discipline my own slaves?" Murong Lian said leisurely, "It's just a lowly slave. It doesn't matter if you beat him to death. How can you bother Mr. Mo so much?"

"This is the Academy of Cultivation. You have broken the rules by wearing slave rings on the disciples of the academy. Stop."

Murong Lian turned her head and smiled at Mo Xi: "If you want me to stop, I will stop. Wouldn't I lose face? Mr. Mo, no matter how you make friends on weekdays, you can't make friends. Today, if you ask me for something, I will do it too." Not so unreasonable, but you should give me some."

He laughed and changed several methods of punishment during the conversation, and the slave ring had already tortured Gu Mang until his blood flowed profusely.

Mo Xi stopped his sealed hands, staring at him with black eyes: "What benefits do you want?"

"It's nothing special." Murong Lian looked at Mo Xi strangling his wrist, and said with a sneer, "It's just that my father always complains that I'm lazy and inferior in skills."

Taohua Sanbai narrowed her eyes, and looked at Mo Xi quietly: "As long as you lose to me in the teacher competition on the New Year's Eve of the academy, then I will buy you some face."

"..." Mo Xi turned to look at Gu Mang, but seeing Gu Mang was also looking at him, he bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly.

"How is it? I heard that this slave under my command helped you a lot when you were subduing demons."

"I promise."

Murong Lian waved his hand with a smile, and released the punishment spell of the slave ring. Gu Mang immediately fell into a pool of blood, his lips that were always curled up in laughter could no longer make any decent sounds.And Murong Lian expressed appropriate satisfaction for this——

"It's okay."

The flame of the lock slave ring was extinguished.

Murong Lian mockingly said to Gu Mang: "Just lie down like this, and put on your clothes after the bleeding stops, so as not to have to wash them. I hope this gift can remind you to always remember who you are." Eyes like bee venom, "Remember how dirty blood is flowing on your body."

"The person who remembers who you are, who should be loyal to in the future."

Murong Lian is too despicable and perverted. When Mo Xi inherited this memory, he was disgusted for a long time.

However, what Mo Xi couldn't understand was why even though Murong Lian was already so cruel, Gu Mang would follow him so wholeheartedly for 20 years without any rebellion.

Gu Mang is not a masochist, Gu Mang is very smart, very fearless, and has his own opinions, so this kind of stupid loyalty makes Mo Xi feel incredible.He couldn't guess what Gu Mang was thinking, and he didn't know what happened between Murong Lian and Gu Mang, and he didn't understand that Gu Mang's placement of such a character was to allude to something in reality.

Only at this time, he recalled the emotion he felt when he watched Gu Mang being humiliated but couldn't stop it. He finally realized belatedly that it seemed that it should be called "distressed"—no matter what Gu Mang later felt, What has become, he and Gu Mang have been friends for so many years, some things have penetrated into the bone marrow after all, and they can't be changed no matter what.

But at this time, after many years, Gu Mang's old master stood in front of him again, his eyes were still gloomy, just like back then.Murong Lian swam across Mo Xi's face like a snake, as if he had just discovered him in the crowd, licked his lips, and smiled: "Yo, Xihe Jun is also here, sorry, sorry, long time no see."

Mo Xi was expressionless, looking at the other party, Murong Lian had a pair of long and narrow eyes with peach blossoms and three white eyes, his appearance was charming but ruthless, soft but cool, his face was thinner and more pointed than Mo Xi remembered.And the arrogant and domineering arrogance in his expression is also a little bit hotter than before.

"You and I have not seen each other for many years. Why do you seem not happy to see me at all?"

Mo Xi stared at him indifferently: "I haven't seen you for many years, it must be worrying and disturbing people in the imperial capital, which makes Wang Shujun feel relieved a lot."

"After all, I'm a minister, no more than your relatives. I want to share the worries of the emperor."

Mo Xi said coldly, "It's touching."

When Xihe Jun looked up at Shu Jun, it was like thunder and lightning colliding with each other, and the atmosphere was tense instantly. Among the people in the hall, only Yue Chenqing, a stunned young man with a playful smile, looked left and right, greatly Luoluo said: "Mr. Wangshu, it's getting so late, how could you think of visiting the palace today?"

Cheerfully broke the tense and awkward atmosphere.

"...passing by." Murong Lian snorted, lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, "It happens that there is nothing left and right, I would like to invite you all to Wangshu Mansion for a gathering."

His eyes shifted, with some coolness: "Drink some wine or something."

Everyone didn't dare to take his proposal lightly, not to mention that there were many people present who wanted to curry favor with Murong Lian, so they immediately said: "Since Mr. Wang Shu invites you, of course it is disrespectful."

"I've long wanted to try the good wine from Wang Shujun's mansion, hahaha."

Murong Lian ignored the others, and in the hall, he only glanced at Mo Xi's face: "Mr. Xihe, are you coming?"

Mo Xi glanced at Yue Chenqing, remembered what Mr. Changfeng said, and thought that he had to take care of Jiang Yexue's younger brother, so he said, "Yue Chenqing and I have something to do, so we won't go today."

"Wow, isn't it, what can be done at this late hour!" Yue Chenqing's eyes widened, "I don't want to talk about military affairs with you! I'm going to Wang Shujun's mansion for a drink..."

As he said that, he hurriedly ran behind Murong Lian, looking like he would not continue to read the military and political memorials after killing him.

He had already expressed his position like this, and Mo Xi was an outsider after all, so he couldn't force him to persuade him, so he could only frown slightly.

Murong Lian waited for a while, but did not get an answer, so he turned around with his hands behind his back, looking at the snow floating outside the palace gate.Suddenly said: "Speaking of which, Mr. Xihe. You and Gu Mang have not seen each other for a long time."

"..."

"I know you hate him. Before Gu Mang rebelled, you were the one who protected him, and you were willing to bet your life that he would never betray Chonghua." Shu Er laughed again, "Later, you went to the battlefield to meet him in person. Get a word of proof from him, but he shot you and seriously injured you, almost killing you."

Mo Xi said coldly: "Why bring up old things again."

"Hehe, if I don't mention it, don't you think about it? Mr. Xihe, although I am at odds with you, we were both deceived by Gu Mang, let down by him, and betrayed by him." Murong Lian said slowly, "It can be regarded as equally blind. So although I don't want to admit it, the person in the world who can know my resentment and disappointment is probably none other than you."

At this point, Murong Lian turned half of his sickly pale face to one side, with an unpredictable light and shadow in his eyes.

"He was a servant of my mansion back then, and now he is also in Luomei Bieyuan under my management." He tilted his head, his eyes light and light, "How about it. Let's go and see together?"

Yue Chenqing innocently poked her head out from the side: "Hey, go to Luomei Bieyuan? Wang Shu Jun, you are joking. There are girls in our Military Administration, so it's not convenient to go to Luomei Bieyuan."

Several female cultivators hurriedly waved their hands when they heard the words: "No, we won't go, I hope Mr. Shu will have fun."

Yue Chenqing scratched her head: "Then even if the sisters don't go, Mr. Xihe hates Hualou the most. How could he be willing to enter that kind of place?"

"Oh. I almost forgot." Murong Lian sneered, "Mo Shuai is Chonghua's hero. He has always been upright, upright and stable. It is absolutely impossible for him to condescend and come in and out of such dusty places that are not on the table. How dirty ah."

Mo Xi: "..."

"That's fine." Murong Lian paused for a moment, turned his neck, stretched his meridians, and continued, "How about this. Anyway, Bieyuan is not far from my residence, so I'll order someone to bring him here. Letting him cheer us up at the mansion tonight can be regarded as my giving to you, Mo Shuai..."

The lips and teeth are moist, and the words are sinister: "Catch the wind, wash away the dust."

"It's just Gu Mang? Wang Shu Jun, you should get more people here." Anyway, Xi and Wang Shu both have deep hatred for Gu Mang, so one young master sarcastically said, " For a person like Gu Mang, it's not bad if he doesn't lose his temper."

Murong Lian ignored him, still staring at Mo Xi, but after hearing this sentence, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

When he smiled, the young people who were busy praising him also laughed.

"Haha, yes, yes, it's really not enough to just call him Gu Mang."

"It's boring to call him. I went to Luomei Bieyuan to look for him once. How can he serve people? It's almost annoying."

"You took care of his business?"

"He was famous in the past anyway, I was curious, wanted to play, and you know, he..." Before the young man could say anything, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Looking left and right, he found Mo Xi staring at him coldly. Own.That look was like a bayonet in the cold night, he was so frightened that he forgot what he said in an instant, swallowed in his throat, and broke out in cold sweat.

Where did you say something wrong?

The son was thinking about it coldly, but before he could think about it, Mo Xi turned his gaze away, and the side face with the sharp handwriting was already calm and indifferent, without any strangeness.

It seemed that the cruelty in his eyes just now was just his own illusion.

Murong Lian looked playful, and lazily said: "You guys are really interesting, who is Gu Mang? He was the number one general of Chonghua in the past, my old friend, and Mo Shuai's senior brother."

Mo Xi: "..."

"Even if he doesn't know how to serve, can we miss him at the banquet tonight?" Murong Lian said, his eyes shifted and fell on Mo Xi with malicious intentions, "Besides, I've played with him for two years , now that Shuai Mo is back, and come to my residence for a small gathering, how can I share the friendship with you as a landlord?"

Every time he said a word, the gloom in Mo Xi's eyes deepened.

At the end, it was the black cloud that was about to destroy the city, and the flames of anger turned into thousands of horses and thousands of troops, all dormant behind the long eyelashes that were hanging down, murderous.

He didn't want to go there, and didn't want to see Gu Mang's embarrassing posture in front of these people.

But Murong Lian pinched him seven inches with every word, piercing his heart with every sentence.

"In the final analysis, he is a dog in my family. As much as the former king could praise him, now I, Murong Lian, can trample him down." Murong Lian grinned, revealing a chilling smile, Turn your gaze to Mo Xi.

"Mo Shuai. Your big enemy, your Senior Brother Gu, aren't you curious about what he looks like now that he's been fucked by me? Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"

Finally, the group went.

At night, Wangshu Mansion's nine thousand exquisite fairy lanterns lit up the sky, and the banquet was extravagant, feasting and feasting.

In the middle of the banquet, thousands of bottles of wine were drunk, and everyone's chest was stretched. The younger generations who were restrained before also became lively and lively, drinking and punching each other, which was very lively.

Murong Lian was leaning on Xiangfei's bamboo couch, holding a silver chip in her slender and cold white hand, fiddling with the spices in the incense burner.

Mo Xi faintly felt that the smell of this spice was a little familiar. He thought of something, and suddenly his heart moved, so he asked about the setting book.

Set up the main way: [This fragrance is called Floating Life Like a Dream.It is a kind of fragrance produced in the Western Regions. It is not harmful to smell it from a distance, but when you get close, you will feel a kind of ecstasy stimulation. Stimulating, you can only suck it every now and then, and it is difficult to quit addiction. 】

"…………"

this is not……

In reality, Gu Mang and his gang are selling and smuggling from the Golden Triangle——!

Mo Xi's face suddenly changed. As a police officer who has been on the front line all year round, he has been handling major drug/trafficking-related cases in the past few years. His brother was also brought into this pit and could not be fished out. This thing is almost disgusting to the bone!

He looked at Murong Lian's drunken appearance, his pale and thin face was blurred in the clouds and mist, and he almost exhausted all his strength to restrain himself from kicking over the table on the spot and throwing this damned Floating life is like a dream destroyed!

Li Junlei: [Warning!This behavior will cause Murong Lian to go crazy and seriously affect the progress of the plot.If this key plot cannot be advanced smoothly, 50% of the character reduction will be deducted. 】

"Why do you deduct more and more!"

[Because it's serious. 】

"..."

[... I will try to deduct as little as possible next time. 】

"get out."

Li Jun cried silently.

Sitting next to Mo Xi, Yue Chenqing caught sight of Murong Lian sniffing the smoke, with a face full of intoxication, couldn't help being curious, and wanted to go over to have a look, but was stopped by Mo Xi.

"sit down."

"That... what is it?"

Mo Xi sullenly said, "Life is like a dream."

Yue Chenqing was taken aback: "Ah! Life in the Western Regions is like a dream?" He looked over anxiously, "... Then Mr. Wang Shu seems to be very addicted. No wonder I saw him this time and felt that his spirit was so bad .”

"If you touch this kind of aromatherapy once, your father will definitely lock you in the house for three to five years and never let you out."

Unexpectedly, Yue Chenqing said with a smile: "My father? My father is not so irritable. At most, he threatened to break my bones and lock me in the house for three to five years. This idea, it sounds like you, Mo Shuai, came up with it."

Before Mo Xi could get angry, Yue Chenqing smiled and said: "But don't worry. I don't need to seek this kind of illusory happiness. I'm so lovable, I don't need any floating life, and I am very happy, that's not it Can't think about it."

Unexpectedly, his last few words fell into Murong Lian's ears impartially.

Murong Lian fiddled with the lingering incense in the golden beast gui-style incense burner, a soft sneer slipped out of his brows and eyes, his voice was as lazy as the smoke: "Can't think about it? Hmph, a life like a dream is hard to come by, just rely on your Yue family's financial resources , even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop smoking.”

Yue Chenqing didn't want to argue with him, so she said indifferently: "Yes, Mr. Wang Shu has a noble lineage, and his wealth is beyond rivals. How can I compare to you."

Satisfied, Murong Lian turned around and asked, "Mr. Xihe, don't you want to come?"

I come to you ghost!You were not sent to the police station because there is no police station here!

Seeing Mo Xi's face was cold, Murong Lian hunched over and giggled: "I almost forgot, Mo Shuai is also a thrifty person, and he never likes extravagance and waste. Hey, it seems that this good thing from the Western Regions is only available in Chonghua. This king can bear it."

Mo Xi really didn't want to talk too much with him.

In his memory, Murong Lian felt that this guy was at the limit of a scum, and it was impossible for him to die any more, but unexpectedly, after seeing the deity, the deity would actually fall below his lower limit.Arrogant and extravagant, greedy, resentful, angry and ignorant, even taking hallucinatory drugs, drunk and dreaming of death.

This person is proud of his status as a pure-blood relative, but he never works hard. Instead, he sinks deeper and deeper in the quagmire. Now he can even be called a walking dead, a mess.

"Master." At this moment, the steward of Wangshu Mansion came in and reported to Murong Lian, "According to your order, those people from Luomei Bieyuan have already brought here."

"Oh, that's good. Let them in, then."

The banquet was at its peak, and the guests were a little drunk, the butler got the order, and naturally followed suit, clapping hands to send the best men and women in the garden to add to the fun.Mo Xi turned his head, his dark eyes stared at the entrance of the room like a falcon.

The bead curtain was long, and several rows of men and women of different colors were led in by the housekeeper.Those people are either gorgeous, or pure, or humble or arrogant, or unwilling, or willing.

But Gu Mang was not seen alone.

"Here, they are all young ladies and prostitutes sent by Luomei Bieyuan. If you are interested, you can take them and play." Murong Lian waved his hand lazily, "But they are all low-brows. If you play to death, it’s mine, today is the king’s treat, and you are still not grateful to Dade for loudly praising and applauding?”

Everyone applauded immediately——

"Mr. Wang Shu is so refreshed!"

"Sure enough, he is the cousin of the king. He can say and do everything in one sentence. It's really enviable."

A group of people flattered Murong Lian, and began to drag those poor degenerates to drink with them for fun.For a moment, it was blurred and chaotic, and it was unbearable.

"Beauty, what's your name?"

"Come on, fill up the wine for brother first."

"Each of you only wants one girl, but I want two beauties at a time. One is not enough. How can Wang Shujun live up to his kindness?"

Mo Xi's face became more and more ugly, and he endured it for a long time. He really felt it was unbearable, and was about to get up and leave, when Murong Lian smiled and said, "Mr. Xihe, don't you like someone?"

"Mr. Wang Shu, you're too drunk."

Murong Lian sneered and said, "I'm not drunk, and Mr. Xihe, don't leave in a hurry. The person you want to see has already arrived, but he has a weird temper now, and he will feel uneasy after leaving Luomei Bieyuan. So A man stood outside the door, refusing to come in."

As he spoke, he filled another glass of wine for himself and drank it all in one gulp.

"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."

Mo Xi turned his head to look outside the door, and sure enough, he saw the shattered shadow of the bead curtain swaying, vaguely revealing the hesitant figure behind him, that figure gave people a very cautious feeling, like a vigilant beast hiding in the dark At the place, he was tentatively looking out.

"See?" Murong Lian said, "Let him come in to play with you?"

Seeing that Mo Xi didn't answer, Murong Lian smiled, blushed and stretched his waist, and shouted: "Hey, everyone, wait a minute!"

"Wang Shu-jun, what's wrong?"

Murong Lian narrowed his eyes, the contempt and malice on his face reached their peak almost instantly.

He said: "Stupid mortals, you really have no rules. You are eager to hug beauties in your arms. Who noticed that the arms of your honorable Lord Xi He are still empty?"

Mo Xi: "..."

In normal times, who would dare to laugh and laugh with Mo Xi?But most of these young masters are vegetarians in the corpse position, and they can't go to the battlefield for minor injuries and can't get out of bed for serious injuries. There are not many people who have really worked with Mo Xi, not to mention that they are drunk, so their exports are a bit haphazard.

Someone laughed with a big tongue: "Mr. Xihe, the emperor is no better than the army. There are beauties and beauties everywhere. Mr. Wang Shu's subordinates are even more magnificent. Why do you have to resign—resign?"

"Xi Hejun is in his prime, but he has been busy with military affairs, so he should relax occasionally."

"That's right, Mo Shuai has been to the Asura Palace countless times, but he has never entered the green gauze tent once. Life is too short, enjoy yourself in time, haha."

Among these people, Yue Chenqing was considered sober. Seeing Mo Xi's face, she felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly said, "Bah, bah, why don't you all shut up?"

Mo Xi glanced at him, thinking that this child is rare today, and he has become serious.

In the end, he continued to say: "Otherwise, if you keep talking nonsense, Mo Shuai will go berserk and kill people, and I will run away first!"

Mo Xi: "..."

Everyone looked at each other, half drunk and half awake, confused, with a little silly smile on their faces.In this tormenting silence, Murong Lian squinted his peach blossom eyes, his eyes were fascinated, but also a little cold: "Mr. Xi He, you don't want these dozen or so stunning looks, you don't want women, and you don't want men either. Oh, I see you—”

He smiled maliciously: "What you want in your heart is actually your enemy?"

After finishing speaking, he yelled outside the door curtain: "Come on! Bring the traitor Gu Mang to us Shuai Mo!"