Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei was stunned for a moment, looked up at him and said: "Mo...wei, do you take your master's surname?"
Mo Wuyou glanced at her and said, "The leaders of Yousheng Cult in past generations all have the surname Mo."
After saying that, he left.
Hearing this, the girl's blood-stained white face showed a slight smile, and murmured: "Master...I am the next leader...Great, master does not dislike me!"
Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly as she looked at the smile on her face and the red eyes. She must be feeling uncomfortable, right?
In order not to disappoint Mo Wuyou, she held back the tears that burst out, which must have been extremely painful.
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips. She had been trying to prevent Chu Jiaowei from waking up, but now things were backfired. She had to think of a new way to stop her from assassinating Beigong Tengxiao.
After thinking about it, she slowly took steps forward, walked to Mo Wei, stretched out her hand to help her up, and said, "Sister, don't be too sad."
Mo Wei frowned and said, "Why should I be sad? It's too late for me to be happy."
Chu Jiaoli sighed softly, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped the blood on her face, and said, "We haven't seen each other for a year. Do you want to catch up with your sister?"
Mo Wei hesitated to speak. He wanted to refuse her intimacy, but one year had passed and there were many changes that she didn't know about. It would be better to talk about them.
After thinking about it, she gently responded: "Yeah."
A quarter of an hour later, in Chu Jiaoli's room.
Chu Jiaoli poured a cup of tea for her who was sitting at the tea table, placed it gently in front of her, then picked up the embroidery booth on the side and embroidered slowly.
She looked at the delicate butterfly pattern and said: "I still remember when we were six years old, my aunt taught us embroidery. You always couldn't calm down and you couldn't embroider as well as me. It was only when I saw that my aunt was a little angry that you started to learn it seriously.
, my embroidery skills have also improved by leaps and bounds. I still remember that we once embroidered a butterfly together. After we finished the embroidery, we fought for the handkerchief. In the end, you gave the butterfly handkerchief to me. At that time, we were so close...
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Speaking of this, Mo Wei also felt a little moved and said: "Such a beautiful time will never happen again..."
Chu Jiaoli's smile was a little sad, and she said: "People have to grow up, and everything can't be smooth sailing."
Mo Wei looked up at her and said: "You haven't changed, you are still the same as before, gentle and quiet."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli paused slightly, showed a sad smile, and said nothing.
Mo Wei glanced at her gently and said, "Has a weak-tempered person like you found a good home?"
Chu Jiaoli smiled slightly and said: "I was a princess, but... she died."
Hearing this, Mo Wei was stunned. She was the princess Wen Ruyu killed? Could it be that she was asked to fake her death to bring the Yousheng Cult?
She clenched her fists and said, "What other major events have happened this year? What did that Chu Jiaoxing do?"
"She and I were canonized as princesses, given two mansions, and entered the Imperial Academy as female tutors. The most important thing is that she and Prince Qi are together."
"What?" Mo Wei stood up with a face full of surprise and murmured, "How could she... be with Beigong Qianqiu?"
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows slightly and said: "She is not you after all, so it is normal for the man she likes to be different from you, right?"
Seeing Mo Wei frowning in discomfort, Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and whispered: "Sorry..."
Mo Wei exhaled softly and said, "Forget it, that's none of my business anymore."
Chu Jiaoli narrated everything that happened this year. After Mo Wei listened, she sighed softly and said: "It seems that I have missed too much this year..."
Chu Jiaoli took down the embroidery booth, placed the finished butterfly handkerchief in front of her, looked up at her and said, "Now, what are you going to do?"
Mo Wei raised her hand and stroked the delicate purple butterfly pattern on it, and said: "I will retreat from tomorrow to improve my martial arts."
Chu Jiaoli lowered her head and thought for a while. As a result, Mo Wei's career as a female prime minister was ruined, but Mo Wuyou focused on training Mo Wei, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
It's night, and Mo Wuyou's room is brightly lit.
He sat in front of the desk and flipped through an ancient bamboo slip.
The bamboo slips were thousands of years old and were relatively well preserved. He carefully studied the complicated words on them, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and rested on the three words with his slender fingertips, murmuring: "Zhongluo Kingdom"
..."
Three days later.
Mo Wuyou looked at Chu Jiaoli, whose swordsmanship had improved a lot in the courtyard, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
At the moment, she is still in the basic stage, so it is too slow...
The potion has been developed, and Mo Wei happens to be in retreat, so it’s time.
After thinking about it, he called Chu Jiaoli: "Disciple."
Chu Jiaoli stopped and turned to look at him, only to see him stepping into the house.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, sheathed her sword and walked in with him.
Looking at his back, Chu Jiaoli said, "Master, what's the matter?"
Mo Wuyou walked up to her, raised his hand and tapped her acupuncture points.
Chu Jiaoli felt that her body was stiff and unable to move. She suddenly panicked and said, "Master... what... do you... want to do?"
Mo Wuyou raised his hand to lift her chin, and she felt her face slowly move upwards, and then opened her left eyelid with his fingers.
The next moment, he raised the other hand holding the medicine bottle and poured the liquid in the bottle into her left eye with a "pop" sound.
"Ah!" Chu Jiaoli suddenly screamed in pain, her eyes felt as if they were burning, and she lost half of her light in an instant.
"Master! Why! What did I do wrong?" she cried miserably. She really wanted to escape, but her body was unable to move due to stiffness.
"Good disciple, you are not wrong." Mo Wuyou gently raised the corners of his lips, and then poured a bottle of potion into her right eye.
"Ah! Why did you blind me!" Chu Jiaoli screamed miserably, "Your Highness! Your Highness, save me! Your Highness, save me!"
In Xiyu Kingdom, Beigong Tengxiao, who was discussing important matters with Emperor Xiyu in the imperial study, suddenly frowned and felt a twinge in his heart.
He raised his hand and slowly grasped his collar, swallowing in discomfort.
Why...my heart hurts...
Xiyuhuang frowned slightly and said, "Xiao'er, are you okay?"
Beigong Tengxiao pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's okay. Thank you, Uncle Emperor, for your concern."
Longyin Peak.
After all the potion was poured, Mo Wuyou untied Chu Jiaoli's acupuncture points.
Chu Jiaoli collapsed on the ground, trying to raise her hands in a panic, but she didn't dare to touch her face.
"I can't see...I can't see! You are a devil! Devil!"
Chu Jiaoli stumbled up and tried to escape out the door, but she couldn't figure out the direction and bumped into a table.
She gritted her teeth, threw the things on the table to the ground in anger, and then groped around in other directions.
