Jinling City is one of the three most lively capitals in the world. There is a lantern festival that night, which makes people understand what prosperity and paradise on earth are.
The most popular Jinling little overlord is quite helpless. He traveled all the time in the previous two years. This year, this year, it was also because of Zhongxi Hou's fattestness and no ability to move.
He was wrapped into a rice dumpling and lay on the bed unable to move. The eyes that could be opened slightly were staring at the roof, in a daze. Although he was beaten so hard by Zhong Xihou, for some reason, the Lord of the West
Every word of it recurred in his mind over and over again.
Is what I have done so far really unwise or even stupid?
Perhaps in a few years, perhaps in a few months, or even in a dozen days, he must succeed to the throne of Jinling. This is inevitable. Others may think that they have great power and are lucky. But in the eyes of the little overlord of Jinling, that is
It is a prison with no entrance and no exit. He will be trapped in Jinling for the rest of his life and will not be free.
While I was deep in thought, I suddenly heard a noise outside the house, as if the palace maid was blocking someone from entering.
When he got closer and heard the familiar voice, Zhu Yinuo's eyes couldn't help but shine brightly, and he was extremely happy.
Soon the door was pushed open, and the palace lady was helpless, and knelt down outside the threshold with a mournful face. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had clearly ordered that no one should approach the hospital, so the guards outside did what they did, and let people in like this.
When Zhu Yinuo saw the person coming, he began to make a sound like "wuwu acridine", which was like the sound made by a mute when he tried hard to describe.
"It's only been a few days since I came here. Doesn't the palace lady recognize me?"
The visitor was joking when he saw Zhu Yinuo being wrapped into a rice dumpling. He was first surprised and then angry.
He quickly walked to the bedside and sat down.
"Who was the one who suffered a thousand cuts and wounded you like this?"
Naturally, someone who could run rampant in the Forbidden City without anyone daring to stop him was not an ordinary person. The person who came was none other than Zhu Yinuo's cousin, whom he had not seen for a while, and the current swordsman of the Mo family, Mo Ming.
Mo Ming's dress today is different from the past. He no longer wears a scribe's robe. Today he wears a military robe with narrow sleeves and a narrow waist. He also has light armor on his wrists, waist and left shoulder. The folding fan that he used to hold in his hand is also missing today.
And the Mo Yu sword of the Mo family, which can only be worn by the sword wielder, was held in his hand.
What made Zhu Yinuo even more puzzled was that Mo Ming was carrying a long wooden box on his back today. It looked like a sword box. But how many swords should be hidden in such a big sword box?
"Hou Zhongxi!"
Zhu Yinuo can speak clearly now. After all, he is seriously injured. Every time he opens his mouth, his jaw and throat will feel severe pain. Before, whether Zhu Jiannan or the old Dragon King were with him, Zhu Yinuo could not even speak.
I was too lazy to open my mouth, let alone speak. But as soon as Mo Ming came, the pain was already negligible when I couldn't speak.
Hearing the words Zhong Xihou, Mo Ming couldn't help clenching his fists.
It took nearly an hour for Zhu Yinuo to briefly describe the matter bit by bit.
Mo Ming couldn't help but frown. He believed that Xiao Yinuo did not kill Qin Ji because Xiao Yinuo was not someone who dared to kill but did not dare to admit it. But what was strange was why Zhong Xihou insisted that Zhu Yinuo did it.
That servant?
"Little brother, I want to go to Jianghu!"
She was used to hearing Zhu Yinuo call her name. This "little brother" whom she had not heard for a long time suddenly felt strange to Mo Ming. Yes, Zhu Yinuo had an older brother, a younger brother, and this little brother.
Younger brothers should always be protected and loved by their brothers, but when Zhu Yinuo made such a request, Mo Ming was in a dilemma.
"You do it, King Jinling!"
Zhu Yinuo struggled to say such a sentence again. He was not kidding, this was what he said from his heart. Mo Ming's purpose in becoming the King of Jinling was not to allow himself to be free and happy without shouldering that responsibility.
Zhu Yinuo believed from the bottom of his heart that if one day his brother really passed away and his grandfather passed away, Lincheng could continue to prosper only if Mo Ming became the King of Jinling.
Mo Ming gently touched his younger brother's head with his hand, his eyes full of tenderness.
"The king of Jinling can only be named Zhu. If His Highness is no longer here, naturally our little overlord of Jinling will be the king of Jinling. If you are afraid, don't be afraid, my little brother is here."
Zhu Yinuo knew that Mo Ming would refuse, but after hearing Mo Ming's answer, he felt a little better.
"Little brother, I want to go to Jianghu!"
But next, there is this sentence again.
Jianghu, Jianghu?
Mo Ming couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, Xiao Yinuo, Xiao Yinuo, why should you keep thinking about the so-called rivers and lakes. What you yearn for can't be found in the rivers and lakes.
"Come, little brother, let me show you what good things I brought today."
Mo Ming didn't want to answer his question, but instead took off the sword box from behind, placed it on the ground and opened it slowly. As soon as the sword box was opened, colorful lights appeared, and Zhu Yinuo's eyes were immediately attracted.
"rise!"
Following Mo Ming's shout, there were twelve "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounds from the sword box, and twelve spiritual swords flew out from the sword box, suspended in the air.
This scene that only appeared in novels about immortals and strangers really appeared in front of him. Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but want to raise his head, but he had no choice but to hear a "crack" sound from his bones. He couldn't help but open his mouth and scream in pain, but then he kept quiet.
Lying down.
Zhu Yinuo carefully looked at the twelve spiritual swords suspended in mid-air, his eyes full of envy.
"If you promise to be my brother, you can choose one of these twelve swords."
Hearing Mo Ming's words, Zhu Yinuo's eyes suddenly opened a lot, as if his injuries were about to recover. He looked carefully at each one, this one, he thought it was beautiful, and that one,
He feels that the sharpness is breathtaking. No matter which one he picks, he likes it very much.
But when he really could only choose one, he muttered.
Knowing what Xiao Yinuo was thinking, Mo Ming couldn't help but smile and explained: "If these twelve spiritual swords belong to your little brother, if you like them, you can take them all out and I won't say anything. It's a pity that these ten spirit swords belong to you."
The two spiritual swords were left at my little brother's place by others. It is not appropriate to take something from someone else and give it to you."
Hearing this again, the light in Zhu Yinuo's eyes couldn't help but dim a bit.
"It doesn't matter. If my little brother says you can pick one, he won't object. If you see him in the future, maybe call him brother?"
Mo Ming's voice was gentle, but why did the last sentence sound a bit lonely?
Although Zhu Yinuo was a little confused, his eyes lit up even more when he heard that he did have a choice. He was now happy and sad at the same time, just torturing his sick man.
Mo Ming brought the swords to Zhu Yinuo one by one so that he could take a closer look, and then introduced to him one by one the name of the sword and its origin.
When Zhu Yinuo saw the spirit sword that was less than three feet tall, his eyes became even brighter. When he heard Mo Ming say that the previous owner of this sword was called Liu Sanqing, Zhu Yinuo wished he could get up and do it again.
Grasp this spiritual sword called Shou Ma.
"Skinny horse!"
Shouma is indeed a good sword, but Tao Yao and Xiao Cang Gou are more gorgeous in style among the twelve swords. In Mo Ming's opinion, Xiao Yinuo is more likely to choose Tao Yao and Xiao Cang Gou.
He was older, but he never thought that he would choose this ugly and thin horse. But when he called the owner of the thin horse Liu Sanqing, he understood.
"Okay, then little brother, I will give this to you on behalf of the owner. In the same way, can you promise me something?"
He didn't even want the King of Jinling, and now that the thin horse was his, what else could he not agree to? Zhu Yinuo immediately blinked and nodded, but what Mo Ming said next made him speechless.
"The world I live in does not have the chivalry and bravery that you yearn for. There is only blood and blood. My little brother wants you, so I can be your King of Jinling with peace of mind, and stop having your own whims."
Zhu Yinuo could never have imagined that his closest brother would eventually ask him to give up his dream of being in the world.
Mo Ming also knew how cruel it was to destroy a young man's dream, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then he added: "You have traveled all over the world. How many people did Yi Shuihan and the Shadow Guards die in those two years? You
You will know later. If you have the consciousness of being a descendant of the Zhu family, then listen to my little brother and give up."
Killing people can only be done with a nod, but what Mo Ming said now, although every sentence is true, every word really hurts my heart.
"Little brother, I don't want to."
Mo Ming touched his head gently again, really not knowing how to persuade him. If he told Zhu Jiannan's affairs tactfully, how could Xiao Yinuo bear it? He thought of another person, and then felt that this
The method was feasible, so I said it.
"The rivers and lakes are nothing more than a place where grass gathers. If you want to know what a man's blood is, just go to the battlefield like a few uncles to prove that there is no coward in the Zhu family. There are two armies in Daye that can't hide their sharp edges. One is the Western Army.
The black armored army of the earth, and the other is the white crow of Ziwei City."
Zhu Yinuo nodded. Mo Ming once mentioned that he should go to Ziwei City for training. Later, his younger brother Zhu Jiannan mentioned it again. What is Ziwei City like and what is the White Crow Army like? He also
Zeng was curious. Now that Mo Ming mentioned it again, he also felt that if she, Zhu Yinuo, really couldn't go to the Jianghu, then the battlefield might be just like the Jianghu, with heroic spirit and courage, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.
"You have a misunderstanding with Zhong Xihou, and it won't be solved for a while. I have some friendship with Liang Boye from Ziwei City, and I asked you to go to the White Crow Army to train for a few years. I think he will take some care of you."
"Okay, just listen to little brother."
Zhu Yinuo said such words, Mo Ming was a little surprised. He really couldn't talk about it. Xiao Yinuo was so easy to talk today and not as stubborn as before. But he suddenly grew up and put down his obsession with the so-called world.
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"Okay, I have to go to His Highness to talk about something. Shouma will be placed beside your pillow. Only after you heal your injuries can you hold this magic weapon."
Zhu Yinuo nodded. He looked so well-behaved that Mo Ming felt a little unnatural. Or maybe it was Marquis Zhong Xi's beating that made Zhu Yinuo change his temper. If that was the case, it would be a blessing.
Mo Ming left the medical clinic, and Zhu Yinuo listened quietly. After he was sure that he would not come back after leaving, his eyes changed.
The original sweetness disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a fierceness. If someone who is good at maneuvering or someone in a high position could see the eyes of the young prince of Jinling, they might be able to see that there is a trace of ambition coming from the bottom of his heart.
Zhu Yinuo stretched out his left hand and held the thin horse. He raised the sword and looked at it carefully.
This sword is less than three feet, and the blade is thin. This thin horse is an excellent sword for fast swordsmen. That Liu Sanqing is also a very talented fast swordsman, and he is a master of Jiuxing Feifu.
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"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. Zhong Xihou, one day, I, Zhu Yinuo, will make you pay the price for what you have done today!"