C76 Prince of the opposite sex

"Oh, you're finally back?" Once Fu Huaiyu entered, he saw Mo Zilian leaning on the chair, faintly smiling at him.

He chuckled, "You're not slow at all. You came back so quickly." Fu Huaiyu was obviously very familiar with him. He pulled him up from the chair and sat on it himself.

"Mistress, you are treating your subordinate harshly." He nimbly turned around. His black clothes gave him a cold expression, but there was still a smile on his face.

Ninth Prince, who was seated on a chair, looked at him, extended his hand and picked up a cup of tea, blowing on it lightly, he took a sip, "Oh? Is that so? "

Towards Mo Zilian, he had been extremely patient. After all, he had grown up together with him, and could be considered to be the only one who could make friends with him.

"Your Highness!" Uncle Fu, the butler walked in from outside and was startled when he saw the two of them. After seeing Mo Zilian dressed in black, he reacted and took a step forward, bowing to the person seated in the front.

He had seen this person before, and he remembered that the first time he saw him, he was very surprised. Is there a prince's twin brother in this world? How could someone look so similar?

Fu Huaiyu waved his hand, signalling for him to continue.

"Your Highness, there's a maidservant looking for you outside the door. He said that he has urgent business with you." Uncle Fu opened his mouth, but his eyes looked a bit awkward. "The maidservant also said that we must ask for your help. Otherwise, she will be knocked to death in front of the door." At this point, even Uncle Fu felt a bit embarrassed. This girl was very simple. Could it be that he wanted to threaten the prince just because of this?

However, when he saw the serious look on the maid's face, he couldn't bear it any longer and came in to report his help. However, whether or not the prince was willing to help was not something he could decide.

"Heh, this servant girl sure has a lot of guts." Fu Yuheng chuckled. There was a hint of mockery in his tone. "This King doesn't have the leisure to be a philanthropist."

He stood up, lifted up his robes, and turned around, wanting to bring Mo Zilian to the study room to discuss matters, but he suddenly thought of something, and turned his head around as his eyes studied the place, "Then the servant told me who her master is?"

Uncle Fu was surprised by these words. Did Prince Fu really want to help her? However, she could only open her mouth, "No, I only said that her name seemed to be Lian Yun."

As expected, the moment these two words came out, Fu Huaiyu started laughing. Even Mo Zilian who was standing by the side looked over at him.

"Forget it, go and tell her. Don't worry, I will naturally grant her wish in this matter." He closed the fan in his hand, and the smile in his eyes became more obvious.

What a good servant, he would even throw away his life for his master.

Uncle Fu was at a loss. Why did he suddenly change his mind when he saw the look of disdain on Master's face just now? Could it be that his personality had changed?

But no matter how puzzled he was, he still had to settle the matter that his master had instructed him to do.

"Let's go to the study room." She found it funny, but that smile didn't reach her eyes.

Mo Zilian followed behind him. He was his friend, his bodyguard, or more accurately, his substitute.

When he met Fu Huaiyu at the age of five, he did not know what was good or bad; he only knew that he could give him a bite to eat.

But Fu Huaiyu kept him here, for more than ten years. When he was thirteen, his martial arts had already improved, but Fu Huaiyu was unquestionably strict with him. To him, he was like a big bowl of rice at that time, and thus, he had always been studying seriously.

Until he was fifteen years old. Fu Huaiyu had given him a human skin mask, but the appearance of the mask was exactly the same as Fu Huaiyu's. He said he would be his double from now on.

Since it was like that, he did not refuse, and only used a year's time to imitate Fu Huaiyu's every move, including his demeanor, movements and even his voice.

Since then, he wore this mask almost every single day, treating himself as another Ninth Prince.

"Is there something wrong with that maid from before?" Mo Zilian asked with doubt.

"Heh, that maid is the one in the prison." The corners of his mouth curled up and a smile appeared on his face.

With these words, he also understood. "No wonder." Standing at the side, Mo Zilian pondered in his heart, just what exactly is so attractive about Shen Qing Wan? But to make him care so much?

"Master, what are you planning to do?" One had to know that the matter at hand right now was not the slightest bit related to it. If the Emperor did not loosen his grip, it would be an extremely difficult matter.

But seeing that Fu Huaiyu was careless, he laughed, "Of course it is to protect her life, you must know that such an interesting person is rare." The emperor had made his own decision, but he didn't know which one of the prisoners would appreciate it.

Actually, he already knew what Zhu Yan was thinking about him, but since it wouldn't spoil his plans, even if he did, he wouldn't mind. Moreover, Mo Zilian was there to block things for him.

"Mistress, don't say anymore. Every time I see her, I want to hide from her eyes. Otherwise, the grievances inside would swallow me up." Mo Zilian spoke in a seemingly helpless manner, but in reality, how could it be as serious as what he said? It was just to tease Fu Huaiyu.

But how would Fu Huaiyu listen to him so casually? Furthermore, he had long known his character, and rubbed his forehead with a headache: "You sure become bolder and bolder, don't you have been too free lately? Do you need This King to find something for you to do? " He said this indifferently, but the words that came out of his mouth caused Mo Zilian's heart to tremble, and he hurriedly swung his hands.

"No, no, no, there's no need. I still have things I haven't done yet. Besides, if I leave now, I won't be able to find Yan Yan, right?" Mo Zilian felt a wave of discouragement in his heart. Fortunately, he had reacted quickly, otherwise, who knows where he might have been thrown off to.

Tomorrow, I will go to the palace. You should remember to find a time to settle the matter with Jiang Nan and go take a look at Hu Youshan. That place is a little chaotic right now, remember to take off your mask and just say that it's my man, after all, my man is in the palace.

Speaking till here, Mo Zilian understood that there was already a Ninth Prince in the palace. If there was another person who thought that they would be exposed, then it would be very inconvenient to explain things to them.

Laughing, Mo Zilian did not linger, after all, although the two of them had a good relationship, but no matter what, he was still his subordinate.