"Lord Qi, our Lord also knows that it is very difficult, but he asks you to do it. After all, Murong Leng entrusted your blessing to ascend the throne as emperor. Frankly, even if you want to do that position now, he can't help giving it to you."
Seeing that Murong Yu didn't answer, Ben Lei organized what king lie had said again. When he felt it was appropriate, he continued, "our Lord believes you are a person who has discretion and knows how to focus on the overall situation."
Know how to focus on the overall situation. Did king lie frame him with these words?
Murong Yu smiled helplessly, "is it right now that even if I don't want to take these two tiger amulets, I can't do it?"
"Er." benlei didn't expect Murong to ask, and was stunned on the spot.
It seems so, but he was embarrassed to say it directly.
Mo Xiyan loves his man again.
At the same time, he finally understood Murong Yu thoroughly and why he always preferred to stay at the border rather than return to Beijing.
The reason is that the struggle between these princes, like the air, is going on all the time, making you defenseless.
"You don't have to hide it for uncle Huang. I can guess how much it is now."
Murong Yu picked up the wine cup and drank it with his head up. At the same time, the corners of his lips evoked a bitter arc.
"I really didn't expect that my royal uncle would have to calculate me like this. It's clear that I wasn't such a person before. Why is it like this now?"
Thinking like this, Murong Yu felt terrible again. Such discomfort made him impulsively take the wine pot and fill it directly.
"Murong Yu, well, don't drink any more. It's just that those who can do more work. You have to believe that you can. Besides, even if you can't stand it, isn't King lie still here? He can give you the tiger amulet, and you can also give it back to him, can't you?"
Mo Xi Yan couldn't see such Murong Yu. She took away the wine pot in his hand and said loudly, "or do you even have no courage? Huh?"
"How could I dare not!"
As soon as Mo Xiyan said that, Murong Yu jumped up directly. At this time, he was obviously drunk, his eyes were blurred, his cheeks were ruddy, and his body couldn't stop swinging back and forth.
Fortunately, the flexibility of his body is still good, although he has been shaking left and right, there is no sign of falling down.
"You, go back and tell Uncle Huang that I took it. Let you open your eyes and look at Wang Haosheng to see how I took over this mess."
Murong Yu stared at the thunder and said loudly as an ox, "hum, I must let King lie sing to me to conquer, or let him experience my feelings now."
... and conquer?
Is this guy really too drunk to control his mouth?
Mo Xiyan deeply felt the danger.
So without waiting for Murong Yu to finish speaking, he took the wine pot from his hand again, then directly took his head, leaned on his shoulder, and smiled at Ben Lei, "what, general Ben, since the matter has been finished, let's withdraw first."
Speaking of this, she pointed to Murong Yu with a little embarrassment, "you see, my prince is drunk. I'm afraid he didn't do it next. I'll talk again."
Ben Lei stood up together. After Mo Xiyan finished, he immediately shook his head, "no, in fact, all the things that should be said have been finished. Now that the seventh Prince has been drunk, he should go back and have a rest."
Speaking of this, Ben Lei saluted them again, "so I'll go back first at the end. Our Lord is still waiting for my news."
Mo Xiyan nodded, "OK, general, be careful on the road. Don't ignore the potential danger because of speed."
There was a warning in her words.
Benlei understood.
At the same time, the impression of Mo Xiyan has also made a qualitative leap.
If it was just an empty name and a sentence as beautiful as flowers, there would be no impression of Mo Xiyan.
Now after a short time together, Ben Lei feels that only the woman in front of him, Fang Pei, stands beside Murong Yu and becomes his princess.
The idea was dangerous, but he didn't intend to take it back.
Because of this favor.
At this time, benlei obviously had no malice to Mo Xiyan, and the rest was only good.
"Thank you for reminding me. I will be careful in the end."
Ben Lei said and saluted. Before leaving, he said again, "as for the seventh prince, please the princess."
"It doesn't matter, this is what I should have." Mo Xi Yan waved his hand and told him not to care, and then he left with his eyes running thunder.
After his figure completely left the restaurant, the second day of junior high school jumped in from the window. At the same time, there was Murong Yu who was just drunk. At this time, he had opened his eyes, and there was a clear and bright light at the bottom of his eyes. There was no sign of getting drunk.
"On the second day of junior high school, let's go back to Beijing first. As for Murong Shen, ask someone to inform the defenders of Yicheng and Yecheng, and let them take Murong Shen as soon as they see him and wait for him to deal with it."
"Yes, my Lord, my subordinates understand." the second day of junior high school bowed his head and all responded. After making sure that Murong Yu had no one else to explain, he dodged and left.
"What are you going to do now? Go straight back or stay here for a while?"
When Mo Xiyan left on the second day of junior high school, he timely asked Murong Yu, "I think you can go home first. Anyway, you always drink a lot of wine. You must wake up."
"No, no, no, I think we should stay here a little longer."
Murong Yu's voice sank again, and the eyes that fell on Mo Xiyan also became ambiguous.
"After all, I'm a drunk now, and you're a woman with no strength to bind chickens. You can't hold me without help, so the only choice is to stay here and wait for me to wake up, right?"
He said that he had forced Mo Xiyan to the corner of the wall, his right hand supported on her left cheek, his lips had reached her lips, and his eyes were full of laughter, "my Yan, can you bear to let me walk outside in this state, huh?"
This man is so shameless!
Mo Xi Yan couldn't help staring at Murong Yu.
She always felt that the man's integrity seemed to have been broken.
Originally, she thought this guy was a man who wore it as a fetus. In fact, he was a native ancient man.
These etiquette, ah, whatever, will be more rigorous than her.
But what she didn't think of again and again is that this man will not only tease, but also tease you with strong purpose, so that you can't stand it, can't bear it, and don't know what to do. Then he can take advantage of her lack of response at this time and eat her tofu again and again