The most ruthless thing in the world is the continuous snowfall. It has been falling for more than ten days since the New Year's Day. If it continues to rain like this, it will probably not be until the Lantern Festival. Can't stop.

Baili Muyun was sitting in the imperial study room, grading papers. Since he ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, for eleven years, he could finally sit upright in this majestic imperial study room, waving wolf hair and nodding red papers. As the king of a country, The identity of the Lord of Xuanqian is here to command the world, to seize life and death.

"See you, Your Majesty!" It was Chang Hai, who had returned to Baili Muyun and became the Emperor's right-hand man.

"Say." Baili Muyun's hand holding the pen paused, and he covered his chest without revealing any trace, where there was still a dull pain.

"No news about the imperial concubine." Chang Hai had cold sweat on his forehead. Wang Bohan and Lin Muxi had already been punished twice by the emperor for their poor performance. It seemed that he could not share the emperor's worries.

"Look for it again." Baili Muyun said lightly.

"Yes!" Chang Hai was relieved and stepped out, only to meet Eleven.

"Mumu, still can't find sister Mo Xi?" She was very worried.

Chang Hai sighed and shook his head sadly. The emperor gave him this job simply because Wang Bohan, Lin Muxi and others didn't like Concubine Mo, and they didn't try their best to find her. They also took this job because of their own duty. The matter was handed over to him, but he didn't expect it. He searched for it for five days, almost turning the entire Ye Jing upside down, but there was no news at all.

"Where will she go?" Eleven wrung his hands and stamped his feet anxiously, "Mu Mu, you take me to find her together, we can find her faster with two people."

"What are you talking about, princess? How can a princess with a daughter's body suffer through the wind and snow?" Chang Hai objected without thinking.

"Damn wood, you want me to die in this palace! You haven't found me after searching for so long, so you must be lazy! You just don't like Sister Mo Xi, don't you wish she would die outside the palace?" Shiyi was so anxious that she cried and scolded her. She heard Xiao Luan say that her imperial brother's people didn't like Mo Xi very much, and they thought she would be charming and seduce the Lord!

"Princess, Wei Chen doesn't mean that, Wei Chen..." Chang Haikou is stupid, how can he say it better than Shi Yi?

"Let Shiyi follow." Baili Muyun stood at the door at some point, holding on to the door coffin. His face was as pale as this snowy day. However, in just a few days, he had lost several laps, and his robe used to fit well. It's somewhat empty now.

"Eleven, remember to find your sister-in-law for the emperor." Baili Muyun said to Eleven with a smile that looked very broken.

"Yeah!" Eleven felt sorry for Mo Xi, and even more for her imperial brother. She really couldn't see the two of them acting like this. She nodded heavily, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and pulled Chang Hai out of the palace. The sooner the better, like this How could Sister Mo Xi's thin body endure the cold and snowy weather?

Baili Muyun looked at Eleven's plain white clothes, and then looked at the silk hanging in the entire palace. After the bloody massacre that day, the entire palace was filled with the dull smell of blood, and the flying snow fell solemnly in the sky. .The blood in the palace was washed for three whole days that day, but it was not washed away. The blood-stained snow was shoveled and poured into the lake, turning the winter water red.

The dead people were piled into three piles, one pile covered with armor, and one pile wrapped in black clothes. The last pile had the smallest number of people, and the clothes they wore were not uniform.

The pile of people wearing armor had the most dead bodies. They were naturally the Prime Minister's personal soldiers. Feng Can was very good. He really took the Prime Minister's head in the chaos. It was a pity that he was in a coma for three days, otherwise he would definitely have died.

Praise him well!

The person with the smallest number in the last group is naturally Baili Muyun’s secret agent. How can someone who reaps the benefits of others harm himself too much?

As for the pile of men in black in the middle, it was really curious. The most rare thing was that Baili Muyun saw a tattoo on two of them. The tattoo looked very familiar, with coquettish flowers blooming on the winding branches.

, like a cloud of fire. Tattoos like that are really uncommon.

That woman who sleeps in my arms every night, what is your relationship with these people? Are you sincere to me or are you just pretending?

Mo Xi, who are you?

Baili Muyun didn't tell anyone that the nearly fatal wound on his chest was given by Mo Xi. He didn't want to believe that the woman he loved so much was going to put him to death.

But the pain in his chest reminded him clearly and cruelly: She is not as simple as you think!

He wanted to find out why he was treating her badly! Why did she treat her like this? The sudden emotion made him breathe unevenly and stretched the wound. He couldn't help coughing, as if his lungs were full.

Cough it out.

"Your Majesty, it's cold outside, so we'd better stay in the inner room." Hua Jingyuan advised in embarrassment. Did the emperor think that if he didn't tell her, he wouldn't suspect Concubine Mo? The only ones in the secret room that day were Mo Xi and him. Treat them

When he came back, he was on the verge of death and Mo Xi disappeared without any news.

Who can be deceived by such concealment? I'm afraid it can only deceive himself.

Baili Muyun covered his chest and looked toward the palace gate, hoping that the woman who was like a banished immortal would suddenly appear there and softly call to him: "Muyun."

After thinking for a moment, he laughed at himself. He sat back on the soft chair and asked calmly: "How did the Queen Mother's funeral go?"

The Queen Mother was killed with a knife on New Year's Eve. I don't know who did it, but it was a good job.

"It's such a shame!" Hua Jingyuan's voice was cold and cold. The pain this bitch had brought to them back then was really unacceptable for her to die so cheaply!

"You have to decide what to do. Prime Minister Zuo Dao rebelled against superiors and tried to overthrow the imperial court. He sent the Zuo family to the frontier and the armored slaves and was never allowed to enter the capital. The queen was demoted to common people and kicked out of the palace. In fact, the party members related to the prime minister will be dealt with according to the law.

Anyone involved with the concubines in the harem will be reduced to official slaves." Baili Muyun's voice was very soft, but every word was filled with irresistible momentum.

This is the aura of a king!

"Yes!" Hua Jingyuan bent down and accepted his order. Just as he was about to go down to deliver the decree, Baili Muyun stopped him again: "Old Hua, I have wronged you all these years. There is no need to pretend to be your identity anymore. Be my country's leader."

Master, after a few days, I will let Aunt Hu get married to you."

Hua Jingyuan is already forty-six this year. He has been hiding in this palace as a eunuch until now, and no one can complain about his hard work. At this time, Baili Muyun remembered him and couldn't help but feel that he had not tried his best to help him.

To seize the world, let go of the fly whisk, "I thank you, Lord, for your kindness!"

"Step back." Baili Muyun raised his hand tiredly, and Eryu brought hot tea in due time.

"Eryu, where did your master go?" Baili Muyun took the tea cup. Although this girl had been with Mo Xi for so long, the tea she made was never as good as hers.
Chapter completed!