Glancing sideways at Nangong Xiao, who came to Mo Li's side, Ming Yue's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, and she hugged Mo Li and sat back on the mat as soon as she stretched out her arms.
Nangong Xiao looked over in surprise and met Ming Yue's cold eyes.
The look in his eyes was like that of a beast that occupies the top of a mountain. It sees other beasts stepping into its own territory, domineering and unruly, with a chill of inviolability.
How could the legendary good-for-nothing Six Kings have such sharp eyes?!
Feeling the cold color in Mingyue's eyes, Nangong Xiao suddenly felt like he was bathing in a cold pond, and the skin all over his body shrank.
His eyes passed over Mingyue's arms that were domineeringly wrapped around Mo Li, and he was suddenly startled.
Could this Sixth Prince be related to Young Master Mo...?!
Li Qiye didn't take it seriously. He naturally took the handkerchief that Mingyue brought to her and wiped off the oil stains on his lips. He smiled at Nangong Xiao and said, "You don't have to worry, I have a sense of propriety!"
Nangong Xiao came back to his senses after hearing the sound, "That's good!"
After all, he didn't dare to go beyond that. When he sat down again, he also deliberately kept a distance from Mo Li.
Everyone sat down around the campfire again and continued to eat the meat in their hands. One student asked curiously, "I heard that Mr. Mo is not from Chang'an. Where is your hometown?"
"Yes, if you are from the north, maybe we are fellow villagers!" Another student also agreed.
"Cough!" Mingyue coughed slightly in displeasure, and there was a hint of anger and intimidation in the cough.
Nangong Xiao sensed the displeasure of the coughing and hurriedly tried to stop it, "Why are you asking so clearly, why can't you stop eating meat?!"
Nangong Xiao was originally the leader of the fourth team. When they heard his voice, everyone realized that they were asking too much and immediately fell silent.
The young master of the Mo family is famous in Chang'an. No one knows his origins or even his appearance. How can they know his secrets?!
In the distance, I don't know who is playing the flute. I couldn't hear the crowd just now, but now that the crowd is quiet, the flute sound becomes clearer.
The melodious tune turned out to be the second half of the song "Moonlight" that Mo Li completed in the palace based on Taifu Zhuge Zhi's "Broken Clouds".
Hearing this familiar melody, Mo Li subconsciously looked in the direction where the flute sound came from.
She saw, outside a white tent in the distance, a young man wearing a black imperial uniform, sitting sideways in her direction in the flickering firelight.
His face couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness. All he could see was that the green bamboo flute shone slightly under the firelight, and the red scarf on his arm representing the fourth team was as bright as blood.
"That's also a brother of our fourth team. After the prince left the team, he joined temporarily. He is also a new student from the North College this year, but he is not in the same class as the prince and the prince!" Nangong Xiao introduced in a low voice from the side.
Mo Li looked sideways at the young man playing the flute, frowned slightly, "What's his name?!"
Nangong Xiao said, "My surname is Yi Mingyang. It is said that he is a good swordsman..."
Yi Yang?!
These two simple words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Li Qiye's heart hard.
The half-eaten piece of meat fell from his hands. What Nangong Xiao said next was not heard clearly by Li Moli or Ben.
Yi Yang! Yi Yang!
Could it be that it’s really that Yi Yang!
"Call him over!" Li Li said instinctively, his voice trembling with excitement.