Late at night, Mo Yan returned to his room. The room was still simple. Mu Feng did not come tonight, which is why Mo Yan dared to go out tonight.
At this moment, in the study room of Prince Feng's Mansion, Mu Feng looked at the letters on the desk with a heavy face, frowning slightly, as if something important had happened.
Mu Feng is a person with very few expressions. He only shows other expressions when he is in front of Mo Yan. Now he has such a heavy expression while reading a letter, which makes people wonder if something big is going on.
"Your Majesty," a man in black stood respectfully next to Mu Feng. When he saw Mu Feng frown, he understood what was going on.
"Where did that person go?" Mu Feng sighed slightly, with a wicked smile on his lips. He seemed to be asking the people next to him, but more importantly, he was asking himself.
In this world, there are only three people that Mu Feng can consider as his opponents, but Mr. Xue from Xuecheng is his biggest opponent.
It is rumored that Young Master Xuecheng of Xuecheng is a talented person in the world. He is like a god in military skills and can govern the country well. He is a rare pillar of talent. He is so willing to work for the Lord of Xuecheng. In Mu Feng's eyes, the charming Lord of Xuecheng is simply not possible.
It is not worthy of Mr. Xue being like this, but several times, he has not seen Mr. Xue in person.
Everyone in the world has heard that Mr. Xue, in his elegant white clothes, is peerless in the world, but how many people have actually seen that man?
Sometimes Mu Feng wonders if there is such a person, or if it was made up by Xuecheng? But if it was made up, then the soldiers cannot be ghosts.
He thought about meeting that person countless times, but in the end he didn't even see his shadow. Mu Feng had to admire that Mr. Xue.
"Your Majesty, my subordinates have decided..."
"No need," he sneered, brushing the envelope on the desk with his hand, and shook it, only to see the letter paper falling like flying flowers, "We are finally going to meet each other."
Even though there will still be some time, Mu Feng believes that this period of waiting will not be in vain. He wants to see who Mr. Xue is, who can withstand his million-strong army and make even his elite soldiers unable to break through that glacier.
Qiyun said nothing, just looked at Mu Feng's figure and stood seriously, waiting for Mu Feng's further instructions.
He walked to the window and looked at the moon covered by clouds with a cold look on his lips. Mu Feng wanted to see what kind of scenery there would be behind the clouds. No matter how mysterious Mr. Xue was, he didn't believe he could catch him.
out of him
A gust of cool wind blew by, and the early summer night seemed a bit chilly. Mu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and scratched his chin with one hand. It was so late and he wondered if he had rested his words.
In a flash, Mu Feng disappeared into the study, and Qiyun looked at his master's disappearing figure, and he understood that the only person who could make his master rush out late at night was Mo Yan.
Qiyun is a man of few words, just like his master Mu Feng, but Mu Feng is more cold and evil. Qiyun is not surprised at all that his master falls in love with a man. Such a peerless master always
There will be something different, not to mention a man like Mo Yan who is even more beautiful than a woman.