Mo Yang heard the fighting outside the tent and asked, "What happened outside?"
Bei Yejing smiled and said: "Your Cai'er finally got into a fight with the guards of the Ying family. They are really a pair of happy enemies."
The day before yesterday, Sima Luoqing sent a message, intending to return the city of Beiye Kingdom.
When Mo Yang heard this, he already guessed something was wrong, "What are the conditions?"
Bei Yejing praised: "Mo, you are really good at predicting things. The condition is that you go to negotiate alone."
Mo Yang secretly thought about it, fearing that Sima Luoqing had already recognized her, "Time and place?"
Bei Yeying shook his head and said: "There may be an ambush on this trip. It's too dangerous. I don't agree with you going alone."
"Sima Luoqing and I have a bit of a feud, but he won't do anything to me."
"What's the festival?" Bei Yejing asked in shock. Mo Yang's identity is becoming more and more mysterious. He has troubled all the big shots, but he can't find out Mo Yang's true identity. It's really depressing!
Mo Yang looked extremely helpless: "We had a relationship on both sides, but I ruined his good deeds three times." He really had a grudge against Sima Luoqing in his previous life.
Guyue said obliquely: "You are really a troublemaker."
Mo Yang gave Gu Yue a sideways look, so she took advantage of this negotiation to settle the differences she had made before.
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In the spring and winter of Luoxia Mountain and Luoxia Pavilion, there are turbulent green pools with clear reflections. There are many strange cypresses, hanging springs and waterfalls. They are surrounded by green and majestic trees, which is a lot of fun.
There were only two people in the pavilion, Sima Luoqing and Mo Yang, but Mo Yang knew that there were many secret guards hidden around the pavilion.
Mo Yang looked at Sima Luoqing's eyes in a daze. Blue suited him very well.
"What are you looking at?" Sima Luoqing said in disgust. He hated being stared at. Just because of his blue eyes, no matter how outstanding he was, he was regarded as a monster.
"No, your eyes are very beautiful, deep blue." Mo Yang said without shame. Unlike the sky blue eyes of Westerners, his eyes were deep blue.
Sima Luoqing was shocked, "You, you are not afraid of my eyes?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Mo Yang chuckled. Perhaps in the minds of the ancients, monsters were monsters.
"Okay, Master Mingshang, I only know your name now, Moyang." Sima Luoqing immediately had a good impression of Moyang, probably because of the sentence "Your eyes are very beautiful."
"It made His Highness laugh." Mo Yang was not surprised at all. He knew his identity.
"This is our country's wine. It may not be available in Beiye Kingdom." Sima Luo poured a glass of wine to Mo Yang.