Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 116 He is a gentleman
...Wait, what did she answer just now, and what did she hear?
Mr. National Teacher.

Mr. National Teacher? ?
Subconsciously responding to the next sentence, Mu Xici raised her head in horror, her black pupils rolling with waves and storms, just bumped into the boy's long eyes that were also full of indescribable words.

It's all because the atmosphere in this tea room is too leisurely, so leisurely that she unconsciously relaxed her vigilance, and Mo Junli deliberately changed the tone of her voice, she even forgot Jin Xi He Xi for a moment.

Master Mu's eyelids twitched wildly. In fact, when the young man uttered the very light and shallow "Master National Teacher", she responded almost instinctively.

But as soon as she blurted out that word, she regretted it, and at the same time, she felt something was wrong - when she became Qianping Guoshi in her previous life, Mo Junli should have passed away for many years, how could he know this?
...how did he know this? !
Mu Xici couldn't help widening her eyes, and her throat felt unspeakably dry.

The astringent energy spread down her throat all the way to her fingertips. With numb paws and a stiff face, she squeezed out four words from her throat with difficulty and trembling: "This life, past life?"

Mo Junli's answer was also extremely difficult: "Ah..."

"You..." Mu Xici choked for breath, and she felt that it was getting harder to say this, "Didn't you die long ago in your previous life?"

Didn't she pass away many years before she returned to Beijing at the age of 16?

She remembered that Mo Junli obviously died in the 26th year of Changle, and she was a national teacher who was only granted the title in the sixth year of Pingyuan. At that time, Mo Junli had passed away for ten years. What is he——

"Hey..." Mo Junli pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, and rubbed his fingers nervously, "I did..."

"Anyway, dead, but not completely dead."

"?"

Mu Xici's head was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it dead?"

"Almost." Mo Junli rubbed his nose, "To be precise, it was a fake death. The corpse you saw was not mine. I took the opportunity to escape and fled to Fuli."

"Fake death." Master Mu choked and choked, nodded with his mouth open for a while, "Very good, beautiful."

So beautiful that even Emperor Yun Jing in his previous life thought his son was completely gone. The Seventh Prince's Mansion was sealed repeatedly, and every year, special personnel were sent in to remove dust and clean it, and replace the faded candles.

Even the Clothes Tomb has been erected in the imperial mausoleum, occupying the position of the East Palace. Mo Shuyuan in his previous life was still depressed about this for a long time——

"I can't help it either." Mo Junli clenched his fists, lowered his eyes with a tense face, "Mo Shuyuan's dog is too ruthless, I didn't even want to touch the throne in my previous life..."

"Not to mention soldiers and horses, they didn't even raise a few dead soldiers. It was Yanchuan and the others who tried their best to escort me out that time. When I got down, nearly half of the people around me went away."

"The court at the other end of Fuli is also a mess. The old emperor—oh, my uncle in name—has lived his entire life, but he never gave birth to a son with a full beard and tail, leaving only two daughters behind. One is married, and the other is not ready yet."

"It's unlucky for the royal family who came to help the country. It has been passed down from generation to generation for 300 years since the founding of the country. It's great that the incense has not been cut off before."

"When I fled to Fuli to seek help, it happened not long after the old emperor passed away. I became the only man in the world with the blood of Fuli's royal family. They discussed to make me the crown prince. Put me on the throne."

Good guy, this person who escaped from Ganping to Fuli and proclaimed himself emperor, even the little stories in the market dare not write like that!
Mu Xici smacked his lips and slandered, and then a new doubt arose in his heart: "I can understand supporting you as the prince, but if you really let you be called emperor by a foreign surname...Can the old officials in Fuli be willing?"

"Naturally, I'm unwilling to do so willingly." Mo Junli heard this sigh, and a little sense of vicissitudes appeared in his black pupils, "They respect me as the emperor, but they hope that I will leave them with the royal blood of Fuli. Intent to turn me into a puppet for anyone to manipulate."

"Well, it might not be appropriate to say I'm a puppet," the boy said with a self-deprecating smile. "To be precise, they want me to be a stallion who doesn't participate in political affairs and only wants to have fun in the harem."

"So, you agreed?" Mu Xici raised his eyebrows, bent his eyes and put his chin on his cheek, picked up a piece of tea, and smiled teasingly, "That's right, after all, men yearn to be under the peony flower... Mmmm!"

"Go and eat your snacks," Mo Junli, who threw the pastry in the little girl's hand onto her face, stopped in disdain, "Quiet and listen to me."

Once the vest that he wore on his body was taken off, he would act with less scruples, just like now——

Even if he knew that if he offended the girl opposite, he would get a cinnabar yellow talisman on his head, so he should just hate the pastry.

At worst, he would be saved by Mu Da Guoshi on the spot!

"Others may like that kind of soft and fragrant soft jade, but I don't," the young man clapped his palms and wiped away the scum from his hands. "They want to control me, but they have to see if they have the ability first."

"I haven't seen any of the women they sent into the harem. They were sent away in random yards."

"Later, I completely controlled Fuli's court, so I sent those girls out, and found suitable families by the way."

"Ahem... I think you [beep——] bastard might want to choke me to death—" Mu Xici, who finally swallowed the pastry, was almost dried out by the pastry, and hurriedly poured down a mouthful of warm water. Tea, "Did you really not keep any of those women?"

"Or else?" Mo Junli stared in surprise, "I don't like them."

He is an upright gentleman, he doesn't play hooligans, and he doesn't have much interest in romantic matters between men and women.

He watched Mo Jingyao and Yuan Qing's ups and downs in love for two lifetimes, and there were more than three thousand beauties in the harem. He saw too many women of all kinds, and he just felt bored.

If there is that opportunity, he hopes to have a one-time inseparable marriage that only belongs to a couple; if there is no such opportunity, it is not bad to be alone until death like the previous life.

"Everyone is happy to send it out of the palace, but it will only increase troubles if you keep it."

"Could it be possible to keep them as decorations?" The boy frowned while talking, "Then this decoration spends a bit too much every year."

"In addition, my Mu Da Guoshi, when I died in my previous life, I was older than you."

"So what?" Mu Da Guoshi, who was suddenly grabbed by his tail, muttered in a low voice, "I'm still a little brat now."

Hearing this, Mo Junli raised his eyebrows quite proudly: "But I'm older than you now."

Mu Xici became angry from embarrassment, and angrily slapped the table: "Continue!"

Now she has lost the temperament of the national teacher in her previous life, and she doesn't care about whether the ruler is the ruler or the minister or the minister. After the fog covering the two of them was removed, she became closer to the boy in front of her. meaning -

The feeling of living a new life is really too lonely. She usually carefully pretends to try her best not to show her flaws, but after all, she is no longer the immature child she was back then.

She is Mu Wangsheng, who lived for 28 years and fought for eleven years in the previous life. She was ruined by the pair of dogs and men, and Mu Wangsheng was pierced by thousands of arrows.

It is Mu Wangsheng who has struggled hard in the mortal world for countless days and nights.

　Mo Junli is indeed a gentleman

　　
　
(End of this chapter)