Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 942 This seat is back

The so-called West Courtyard is not just a West Courtyard, but a group of courtyards living in the west. Ning Zhao chose a courtyard named "Fangfei Courtyard" to live in.

As for Ye Qin, although she kept saying that she wanted to be Ning Zhao's girl, Ning Zhao couldn't really live in the Mo Mansion like a girl, so she decided to choose a yard for her in the west courtyard.

But this girl insisted on living in Fangfei Courtyard with Ning Zhao, saying that it would be more convenient to take care of Ning Zhao, but Ning Zhao couldn't resist her, so she agreed. Fortunately, Fangfei Courtyard was spacious enough, so Ye Qin lived in the side courtyard.

Mo Juechen followed Yun Wuwei to the East Courtyard, which occupies a larger area than the West Courtyard.Because no one has lived in it for decades, the whole courtyard is extremely cool.

From the moment Mo Juechen stepped into this courtyard, his whole person changed.

It was useless for Yun Wuwei to lead the way, he went directly to the main courtyard, and opened the door of the main courtyard in the air.

The door was opened, and the portrait hanging in the center of the room came directly into view.The person in the portrait is [-]% similar to Mo Juechen. The golden gun in his hand is what Mo Juechen is holding now. If there is a difference, it is that the eyebrows of the person in the portrait are a little more severe and the precipitation of time .

Mo Juechen stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked at the portrait quietly, looking at the facial features similar to his own, then slowly closed his eyes, let go of the golden gun in his hand, let the golden gun automatic without wind, and finally floated To the air, slowly across the top of his head.

One shot at a time, as if talking silently, Yun Wuwei was not surprised at all of this, on the contrary, he was crying with excitement, and slowly stepped back a few steps to make the fusion of Mo Juechen and the golden gun smoother .

The breeze blew through the air, and the golden gun made a soft roar, while Mo Juechen stretched his arms and his hair was flying, he clearly heard a deep voice, "Come back, come back, come back! "

There was a golden light from the tip of the golden gun, so the light converged into a spot when it met Mo Juechen, and then merged into Mo Juechen's forehead. Mo Juechen trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, , the eyes are more calm and vigorous!
"This seat is back!"

A mellow voice completely different from Mo Juechen rang out, Mo Juechen put his hands behind his back, then turned around and scanned the familiar courtyard.

"Welcome Patriarch to return!" Yun Wuwei burst into tears with excitement, knelt down on one knee and performed a polite servant's gift to Mo Juechen. He had been looking forward to this day for long enough, and today is finally what he was looking forward to. .

"You've worked hard all these years, Ah Wei!" Mo Juechen took back his golden gun, walked up to Yun Wuwei, reached out and patted Yun Wuwei's shoulder lightly.

A word of hard work was already a recognition of his efforts, and Yun Wuwei's old tears shed even more fiercely.

"This old slave didn't work hard. I finally hoped for the return of my master. This old slave will die without any regrets. I'm just a descendant of the Yun family..."

Yun Wuwei was still ashamed when mentioning the descendants of the Yun family, but Mo Juechen withdrew his hand and looked at him coldly, "You have devoted yourself to finding this seat all these years, and neglected the internal management of Yunfu. This is indeed your negligence. But this seat has always been clear about rewards and punishments, you have made merits for sticking to your post, and you have made mistakes in the imperial court. If your merits and demerits are balanced, this seat will not pursue you any more. Now that this seat has returned, the matter in Yunzhou City needs to be resolved sooner."

"Yes, this old slave complies. The east courtyard is still the same as when you left, master. Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Mo Juechen nodded, and walked towards the house with big strides. Seeing the familiar bookcase and desk, and the rice paper on the table that was pressed by a paperweight, and the pen and ink had dried out, Mo Juechen's eyes warmed up.

"You protected this place very well!"

"Yes, this old slave always thinks about the return of the master..."

(End of this chapter)