Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 662 Xuantian 1
After finishing speaking, Ji Moxiu calmly called people in, and the eunuch in charge was Ji An, "Take good care of the emperor's dragon body, and don't allow Wen Zixuan to enter the emperor's bedroom again."

Ji An didn't dare to lift his head, knelt on the ground, and responded respectfully, "Yes."

Ji Moxiu left the palace, the black robe against the tall and straight back, reflected in Ji Liangchen's eyes, like a towering mountain that no one can shake, with unparalleled strength, and a terrible mystery and unfathomable breath.

Ji Liangchen slumped down on the dragon couch, a kind of powerless pallor slowly appeared in his heart.

After leaving the emperor's bedroom, Ji Moxiu went back to Prince Mo's mansion, "Let Fengyang go to my mansion", with a cold and ruthless gloomy breath, there was a short sound of respectful acceptance in the air, and then it faded to barely noticeable After the sound of breaking wind, the air became quiet again in an instant.

Back at King Mo's Mansion, countless masters knelt down to greet him silently in the dark, with a kind of piety and humbleness that never changed, the whole palace seemed to present a kind of extreme tranquility and a trace of noise immediately because of the master's return. No sound can be heard.

Ji Moxiu went to the study.

The study room is where Ji Moxiu spends most of his time in the palace, and it is also the most important and terrifying place in the palace.

Outside the study, a figure in Tsing Yi knelt straight on the bluestone floor under the steps. A 26-year-old man with a straight and handsome face and a muscular body exuded a tough and firm aura that could not be ignored. , like a sharp ancient sword—

He is indeed a sharp sword, but the owner of this sword is too powerful, controlling his life, death and destiny. He can easily make him an invincible sword king, and he can also turn him into a piece of abandoned sword in an instant. Useless scrap iron.

But at this time, even the kneeling posture is so standard that no one can pick out a single imperfection. It is straight, silent, and there is no trace of emotion in the eyes, like a black iron sword that will never bend. sheath.

However, as soon as Ji Moxiu's figure appeared in sight, his straight back bent instantly, he touched his forehead to the ground, and bowed down to greet him, just like all the shadow guards in the palace, with a humble and obedient attitude .

When the forehead touched the ground, the sweat dripping from the forehead quickly gathered into a small puddle of water in the inch below the head.

His clothes were all wet, and his expressionless face was faintly pale. Silence, humbleness, and obedience were nothing compared to this sweat and paleness, and it was even more revealing of the pain he was enduring at this time.

The corner of the black noble robe stayed a step away from him. Ji Moxiu looked down at him expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice full of ruthlessness, "Healed?"

"Yes." The man in Tsing Yi replied with a respectful and brief word, then he straightened up, raised his hand and unbuttoned the clothes on his upper body, and rolled them down to his waist, revealing his muscular chest.

The numerous scars on the body a month ago have healed, including the brand marks on the shoulders, and there is no trace at all. From the neck down, the whole wheat-colored skin has a healthy and flawless color, which looks really pleasing to the eye. Let the world's women see it, I'm afraid most people will be obsessed with it.

However, this does not mean that such perfection can be maintained forever.

Ji Moxiu just swept away without saying a word, and stepped on the stone steps in front of the study, leaving him with a cold and heartless back.

Raising his hand to put on his clothes, the man in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and still maintained the most standard kneeling posture. Even though his body was close to exhaustion, he didn't show the slightest bit on his face—except for the cold sweat constantly breaking out on his forehead.

Ji Moxiu stepped into the study room, and there was a burst of tea fragrance. He looked up casually, walked calmly to the back of the desk, and sat down in silence.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy in white clothes came to the case with freshly brewed tea, presented the teacup, and promptly reported, "Master, Young Master Xiao has been kneeling for two days."

Mr. Xiao is Xiao Xuehan, the master of Guiyuan Hall.

As for this man in white, no one in the palace, including Qin Fengyang and Xiao Xuehan who often come and go in and out of the palace, including the seven guards and thirteen shadows in the palace, and the housekeeper who has been serving the palace for more than ten years, no one knows his identity. Origin - except for Ji Moxiu.

Hearing his words, Ji Moxiu did not speak, but took a sip of the tea in silence.

"Master." Seeing this, the man in white continued to speak, but changed the subject, "Mr. Xuan had an accident."

As soon as this remark came out, Ji Moxiu raised his eyes, frowned almost imperceptibly, and showed no superfluous expression, but the man in white knelt down instantly.

"Qinghua, when did the matter of Xiao Xuehan become so important that it can be ranked first?"

The man in white was named Qinghua, and he was the only one who could serve Ji Moxiu personally.

When Ji Moxiu entered the study, the first thing he said was that Xiao Xuehan had knelt outside for two days, and Mr. Xuan had an accident, but he was put behind to say it - although for Ji Moxiu, there is nothing really important in this world It was something worthy of his attention, but the difference in order still made him feel displeased.

Something happened to Mr. Xuan, at least it was a serious matter, while Xiao Xuehan was just a domestic slave.

"Qinghua is guilty."

Ji Moxiu asked, "What happened to him?"

"The internal injury is serious, and I'm afraid it won't recover within a few years." Qinghua bowed his head and replied, and then explained, "It was injured by his own apprentice."

"Apprentice?" Ji Moxiu slightly curled his lips. On his face that rarely smiled, the almost imperceptible arc at this time showed a kind of ruthless ridicule and indifference, "It's really unexpected. .”

After a pause, he said casually: "However, it shouldn't be too surprising. Xuantian himself underestimated the enemy, thinking that all apprentices in this world should respect their teachers, so they are to blame for being injured."

"Mr. Xuan's apprentice skills don't seem to be that advanced, at least compared to Mr. Xuan, it is undoubtedly the difference between Xiaohe and Jianghai." Qinghua's tone was puzzled, but he still lowered his eyes respectfully, "Mr. In his hands, it's almost unbelievable."

"There is nothing impossible in this world." Ji Moxiu said calmly, "If you try your best, even a fly may have the possibility to shake the big tree. But what surprised me was that Chu Feimo originally He is also a person who has no desires or desires, and this time, he is willing to pay such a huge price for Feng Cang's empress, just to kill the danger that has yet to come, which is really impressive."

Admiringly.

Qinghua couldn't tell whether this sentence meant that Chu Feimo's actions made him look up to him, or that Empress Fengcang made Chu Feimo make such a sacrifice, so he felt admiration.

(End of this chapter)