Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 446 The pit is 093 meters deep and each has his own thoughts (1)
When His Royal Highness arrived, the noise at the entrance of Linyun Villa stopped suddenly. In the short silence, everyone's eyes fell on Dong Ji's body.

"His Royal Highness?!"

"His Royal Highness, thousand years old, thousand years old."

In the era of imperial power granted by heaven, the emperor was equal to the sky, and his status was above everything else.The prince is the crown prince, the continuation of the imperial power, and an important figure in the inheritance of the imperial power.Apart from the emperor, his status is the most respected.It can be said that "under one person, above ten thousand people".For the common people, it is a sacred and majestic existence, comparable to a god's residence. Some of them are willing to be small, and they worship willingly, and even see the prince in their lifetime, and they have the joy of being grateful.

Song Xi looked at the large group of people in front of him. Although there was a smile on his lips, the posture of standing quietly still couldn't hide the contempt brought by his habitual dignity and power over others.

"Get up!"

Everyone thanked them endlessly, and the lively voices resumed on the field, but Mo Jiu's ears were very quiet.It was so quiet that I couldn't hear the surprises of those people, only my own chaotic heartbeat could be heard.

The breeze blew over, brushing up her hair and the corner of Dong Ji's robe.

She kept her head down, and all she could see was the hem of his fine-quality robe.

This person is still Dong Ji, with exactly the same face and exactly the same posture.But in the last moment, she said that no matter who he is, in her eyes, he is just Dong Ji.At this moment, she felt that the him in front of her seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and there was a gap in the middle that she couldn't bridge no matter what.

Dongji, it seems that it is no longer just Dongji.

"It's not different, nor has it changed." Hearing his voice from above his head, Mo Jiu looked up in a daze.It was found that at this time, the common people had already got up and went on with their own affairs.Mo Wang, Fang Jiran and others stood quietly on both sides of the carriage, waiting for them to enter the gate of Linyun Villa.But Dong Ji ignored the others, just looked at her, turned his back to everyone, and said this in a low voice that only she could hear.

"Really?" she heard herself ask.

"Yes." After Song Xi finished speaking, as if to make sure of something, he reiterated again under his voice, "Jiu'er, what I said will not change. I hope you, too." After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and walked forward. Slightly clasped hands, straight chest, resolute spine, that elegant demeanor, is it the bearing of a prince?
"Oh." Mo Jiu replied in a low voice, but no one heard it except herself.Everyone's attention was attracted by Dong Ji.Her identity is the same as that of Yuanyang and Jade, she is just Dongji's maid, as long as she doesn't act too ostentatiously, she won't attract the attention of others.

With her head lowered slightly, she silently followed behind Dong Ji and walked in.

Surrounded by familiar people, she was a little nervous and didn't dare to breathe for fear of being recognized.Fortunately, her mask was inconspicuous, and she was not the only maid, and no one paid attention to her.

At the main entrance of Linyun Villa, Mo Wang, Fang Jiran, Shen Shimao, Mo Linger and a few elders stood on the left, while Shang Ya and a few other elders she was not familiar with stood on the right. .Although each of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to be like a family, the simple positioning of them clearly showed different camps.

From this point of view, the dispute between the left and right factions of the Mohist school has not stopped, and neither side will easily obey the other's command.Then, Fang Jiran is a huge son found by Mo Wang, and people from the right camp may not be willing to admit it easily.

Mo Jiu walked through the middle, looked at the swords on their waists, and made a spine-numbing "clang clang" sound in the wind, and couldn't help but clenched his fists slightly.This Mohist conference must be a bit of a moth before it can be dispersed.It may not be easy for Fang Jiran to take the top spot.

(End of this chapter)