Chapter 43 Wind and Clouds

Just when the man was puzzled, Yuan Ling seized this excellent opportunity, and he suddenly drew his sword and approached the man. With a flash of sword light, a blood was pulled out of the man's neck, and blood gushed out.

Mo Ziyao only felt a warmth on her neck. She conditionally reached out and touched it, put it in front of her, and suddenly shouted, "Ah! Blood!"

Yuan Ling took a cold look at the man who slowly fell down, and then quickly turned his eyes on the frightened Mo Ziyao. He concealed his cold expression and replaced it with his usual gentle smile. He took Mo Ziyao's little hand, wiped the blood stained on her hand with his sleeve, and then put it on her neck. I also wiped it away.

After doing all this, he began to glance at the people in the room, and then said to a middle-aged man at the head of the crowd, "Wu Da, take them down first."

"Yes." The man named Wu Da took the order and led the officers and soldiers to tie up the remaining masked men who were not cut off.

All of a sudden, there were only four people left in the room, such as Yuan Ling, Zhaoer, Gu Yanmu and Mo Ziyao, but after a fight, several people were stained with blood and looked a little embarrassed.

After this just now, Gu Yanmu has guessed that Yuan Ling is not an ordinary person, but it is unknown what his identity is. He looked at Yuan Ling not far away with inquiry, or couldn't help asking, "I don't know who Mr. Yuan is?"

Yuan Ling did not answer Gu Yanmu's words. He looked up at the cracked roof for a while and suddenly said, "Zhaoer, take Yaoer down to take a bath first, and then take her back to her room to rest."

"Yes."

Zhao'er answered without any hesitation, and then she took Mo Ziyao's little hand and smiled: "Miss Yao'er, please come with me!" Mo Ziyao nodded and followed Zhao'er out.

Now there are only Yuan Ling and Gu Yanmu left in the room. Gu Yanmu treated the blood-stained fan in his hand and handed it to Yuan Ling, "Thank you for your weapons, a very good tungsten steel alloy fan! Ha ha, Brother Yuan's kung fu is also very good! Gu admires it!"

Yuan Ling also reached out and took the fan. He smiled gently and said, "Brother Gu is flattered! If Brother Gu thinks it's easy to use, I'll send someone to give you a special one tomorrow. It's not good to walk outside without a satisfactory self-defense weapon!"

Gu Yanmu arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your good intentions, but Gu has always hated fighting, and learning this martial art is only for self-defense."

Yuan Ling didn't insist much. He suddenly said, "Brother Gu, haven't asked you for your source yet?"

Gu Yanmu lowered her eyes and replied, "I am a small commercial family from the northern region, and Gu Zhuang is also. If Brother Yuan has time, I would like to sincerely invite you to visit Zhuangzhong. I don't know if Mr. Yuan is free?

Since Gu Yanmu knew that Yuan Ling is an extraordinary person, he has been on guard against him. He has also seen his methods. In order not to cause trouble to Gu Xian Villa in the future, Gu Yanmu specially said one word less the name of the villa. Gu Zhuang, there is a lot of them in the northern region. If he really wants to find them, I guess it will take a lot of effort.

"Okay, if you have time, Yuan will definitely visit!" Yuan Ling's expression remained unchanged and said modestly and friendlyly.

"Well, Brother Yuan is an official in the court, right?" Gu Yanmu brought back to the topic and still asked about Yuan Ling's identity.

Yuan Ling smiled and said, "Brother Gu is so eye-sighted. To be honest, Yuan did seek an official position in the current dynasty, but the official title is low and humble, even if you don't mention it!"

Gu Yanmu is also a person who understands. How can he not know that Yuan Ling is just deliberately unwilling to say it. Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Gu Yanmu smiled and said, "It's good to have an official position!"

Then he looked outside the door and missed Mo Ziyao, so he arched his hand and said, "I don't know if Zier was frightened by such a toss today. Brother Yuan, then Gu will leave first!"

Yuan Ling didn't keep it, "Okay! By the way, Brother Gu's house money today is on Yuan. In order to express a little reward for Brother Gu's help today, I hope Brother Gu will not refuse!"

Gu Yanmu hesitated and said with a smile, "Then it's better to obey. See you tomorrow!"

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When Gu Yanmu returned to the room, Mo Ziyao had fallen asleep. He went forward to tame the quilt for her, looked at her sweet sleepy face with a gentle breath, got up and walked out...

The next day, Gu Yanmu and Mo Ziyao said goodbye to Yuan Ling and his party and embarked on the road back to Zhuang. I arrived at the villa at dark.

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Back to the villa, everything is still the same.

However, the Ruan Nanguo Palace, which is far away in Huangtian City, has already surged. Just because the emperor of the dynasty was critically ill, the vassals and princes in various places began to join forces and quietly enter the city, and everyone began to become ready to move.

In a flash, it's the snowy season again. These days, there has been continuous goose feather-like snow, and the dark sky makes people feel depressed.

Early this morning, the sky had not yet begun to snow, but the sky was a little dark. Liu Er went to the market to buy something and insisted on pulling Mo Ziyao together. Mo Ziyao thought that it was boring to stay in the village every day, so she agreed to go with her.

Due to the snow on the road and the steep and narrow mountain road, the two of them struggled to get down the mountain hand in hand. When they walked down the mountain, an hour had passed quietly. As soon as I arrived at the market, snowflakes began to float in the sky again. Mo Ziyao reached out and closed her cotton-padded clothes and quickly followed Liu Er into a ready-to-wear store.

Entering the store, Mo Ziyao knocked off the snowflakes on her head and went to the stove on one side to make a fire. Liu Er came to the counter and asked them if the clothes they had customized last time were ready.

There were four people sitting by the stove, two men and two women. Mo Ziyao smiled at them and found a vacant seat to sit down.

Those people looked up at Mo Ziyao, and then lowered their heads to roast the fire in silence.

Mo Ziyao glanced at several people with afterglow and saw that they were still covered with snowflakes. It seemed that they had just come in. None of them meant to speak, and the atmosphere also seemed a little dull.

At this time, a man in a hemp-colored cotton robe suddenly looked up and stared at Mo Ziyao opposite him.

Mo Ziyao also felt someone staring at her, and she raised her head to look at the man. The man was stunned, then coughed in a low voice with some embarrassment, turned his face to another companion, and said, "Brother Zhu, I heard that at the time of Yin today, our emperor finally could not be tortured by a bad disease and died!"

"Ah! Really?"

As soon as these words came out, the other three looked at the man at the same time. Only Mo Ziyao still bowed her head and burned the fire. It seemed that who would be the emperor of Ruan Nanguo had nothing to do with her.

The man looked at Mo Ziyao with some disappointment, but soon began to say excitedly, "What, don't you know?" The three shook their heads together and looked blank.

The man seemed to be satisfied with the effect. His eyes rolled twice, and his head also waved back and forth exaggeratedly to observe some other people around him. Seeing that no one looked at this, he bent down and pretended to be mysterious: "Actually, it's normal for you not to know, because the previous emperor did not draw up a decree to pass the throne to which prince before he died, and there was no ordict, so the princes and some of the ministers in power deliberately blocked the news, hoping to take advantage of this time. One side of the force promotes the accession of a new king to the throne.

"So that's it! Didn't you hear that the former emperor appointed the eldest prince Ruan Lingjun as the crown prince three years ago? Of course, he should inherit the throne!" A woman in red thought about it and expressed her opinion.

"You don't know anything about this. The prince's qualifications are mediocre and loose, and he doesn't like political affairs. The former emperors have long been extremely disappointed in him. If it hadn't been for the face of Queen Deren, I'm afraid that one of his princes would have been cut off. No one in the court knows that he is just a puppet prince. What kind of climate a reputation can be?

"Didn't the former emperor have other princes? There must be something satisfactory in it!"

"Yes, it is said that the ancestors were looking at the six princes who have been fighting in southern Xinjiang all year round! Ruan Lingheng!"

"The sixth prince? Is it the prince of Pingzhen who was sealed last year?

"Yes..."

“......”

"Ruan Lingheng?" Mo Ziyao muttered softly and repeated the name, but she had some strange feelings, but she couldn't remember it at all. She shook her head to stop struggling with the name and looked up to listen to the conversation between the four people.

When the man saw that Mo Ziyao, who had never cared, also joined in, he couldn't help talking more vigorously. He swallowed his saliva and then said, "But you don't know. Just before the emperor died, he suddenly changed his mind and destroyed the will that had already been drawn up. Unexpectedly, he died before he could reinvigate the new one."

"Isn't that too coincidental? Also, why did the former emperor change his mind again? The woman in red suddenly interrupted. But her doubts were reasonable, and the other two also nodded and turned their eyes to the man again.

The man was more proud now. He adjusted his posture, leaned his back on the chair, put his hands around his chest and asked, "Yes, how can it be so coincidental? There must be something wrong with this, but we ordinary people can't know it!"

The man hung everyone's appetite, but threw out such an answer. A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the three people, or the woman in red hurriedly opened her mouth and asked, "At present, who is most likely to ascend to the throne of God?"

"At the present..." The man just said two words, looked up and glanced around the store alertly, and then waved to the four people, signaling everyone to come over. Mo Ziyao didn't want to join in this excitement, but on second thought, she had heard so much. If she suddenly quit now, I'm afraid they would be suspicious and had to listen to it.

"I heard that the most likely to ascend to the throne at present is Ruan Lingzheng, the second prince, and the prince of Pingzhen. Behind them are several powerful ministers and generals with heavy soldiers behind them. Others, although some people support it, it is not a climate, and there is almost no chance of ascending to the throne!"

"Ah, no, the fourth prince..."

"Don't you know? The fourth prince was assassinated two months ago and died in the house. I heard that the second prince did this!"

"No, I won't even let go of my hands and feet!" The woman in red sighed.

"Royal no relatives, you should have heard of this sentence! In recent years of imperial changes, is there still less such a thing? It's not surprising to see too much."

"Oh, that's right! But whoever is the emperor! As long as he is good to our people, he is a good emperor!" After expressing her feelings, the woman in red lowered her head and started the fire.

Several people returned to their original expressions and roasted their own fires, but the sticky snow on their clothes had already evaporated.

(released in advance today~~~ Huhu, after reading it, "Floating Dream" has reached the 53rd place on the list of new books! Well, Ye has long let go. On the day when he reaches more than 50, he will return to everyone three times. There is only three people away. Let's rush up together~~~~~~)