As night comes, the whole world is gradually immersed in silence. Occasionally, a few scattered stars flashing faint light in the sky. A quiet pavilion is located in the Chenmeng Palace Garden. The lights are shining in the pavilion, and only the white veils around the pavilion shake gently with the wind.

"Master, the people in Mengchen Palace have already replaced the Qiyue Sect except Butler Mu Qing. When the subordinate arranged the Shadow Guard, they also found other spies in the dark. They had left when the subordinate arranged the arrangement. Moreover, the Qiyue Sect had arranged troops in the Liliang Dynasty and recruited 50,000 elite troops for secret military training."

"Well, I will set out to establish the Liang Dynasty the day after tomorrow. Do you know what to do?" The woman stood with her hands behind her back to the moon. She couldn't see her expression clearly, but her expression was a little cold. After her painting was lost, she knew that someone had been stolen around her. She didn't know who stole her painting, but she was very brave enough to steal the painting in front of her.

"Ziheng knows."

"Tomorrow, I will spend one million taels of gold to maintain the development of our army."

"Master, the silver that Qiyue Sect sells intelligence is enough to support the army." Nalan Ziheng said with his head down.

"What I want is to resist the army of 200,000 with 50,000 troops. You can take these drawings and find the top weapons on the drawings." Mao Ting took out the drawings, pistols, and cannons he drew from his sleeve. Now, these weapons have great lethality in modern times. Na Qiheng looked at the drawings in his hand, and looked at Mao Ting in confusion, without knowing what Mao Ting was drawing at all.

"Does gunpowder be used in the military now?" Mao Ting frowned. Nalan Ziheng shook his head: "No, gunpowder is usually just used for fireworks." So Mao Ting told Nalan Ziheng about the difference between cold weapons and hot weapons and their power. Nalan Ziheng was stunned and shocked! Mao Ting was a little helpless. Everyone knows these pediatric knowledge even in modern times, but in this ancient times, they became treasures.

It was a good time to sleep in early morning. Mao Ting turned around with her pillow and drooled, but someone who didn't know her face insisted on running in: "Your Highness!!!" The person who came looked anxious.

"Mu Qing, you disturbed me to sleep." Her face was not very good, and there was a storm coming. Mu Qing didn't care about those, and as a steward, he had to tell her: "Your Highness, the prince consort will think that the palace is too simple and needs to be rebuilt."

He didn't even look at who Chenmeng Palace was, so he could move with his movements. Mu Qing looked indignant on his beautiful face, as if he had already regarded Chenmeng Palace as his second home.

Mao Ting slapped, stretched lazily, her collar wide open, revealing her beautiful collarbone and shoulders: "Yes." Mu Qing's eyes drifted to the moist and fair skin, her face turned slightly red, but suddenly she said, "He filled in the lotus pond, the most beloved by His Highness."

The beauty on the bed narrowed her eyes and a dangerous light flashed out. The lotus pond was specially built by her, but then she thought, one million taels of gold, how much lotus pond can she build. So the woman supported her head with her lotus arms, and three thousand black hairs poured down. This beauty picture made the people who were placed in the palace, and Mu Qing were stunned. She moved her thin lips and said two words lightly: "Yes."

"But, the hot air balloon that Your Highness placed in Jingtian Tower some time ago was thrown out and the prince consort's astronomical mirror was placed."

"What!!!!" Mao Ting couldn't calm down now. Although the hot air balloon was just a semi-finished product, it was only a burner. She could tolerate anything. As long as it was related to her brother, she couldn't!! Mao Ting lifted the quilt and ordered someone to change her into a fox robe. Three thousand black hairs were tied up with a jade hairpin, but she had indescribable elegance. She quickly walked towards Liluo Palace.

As he walked, he asked Mu Qing: "What is the name of the prince consort?"

"Mu Qing heard that she was called Ning Weiyu." Ning Weiyu Lingxiao's only son, the first businessman in Lingxiao, no one knows, Mu Qing was just talking more tactful.

As soon as I walked into Yililuo Palace, I saw a man with a long figure wearing a valuable Langyue robe, facing his back to them, directing his servants how to decorate. Before Mao Ting could get close, he felt a flash of golden light in front of him. Nnd, even the floor of Liluo Palace was paved with jade, all the lamps were replaced, and all the night pearls were installed. Seeing that the servants were carrying precious antiques and calligraphy, Mao Ting kept smacking his tongue, rich second generation, rich second generation, wishing others didn't know that his family was rich, but they just wrote a sentence on his face: My dad is Li Gang.

"Hey, it's you, Ning Ruyu's, how do you decorate yours, but please don't touch my things, okay?" Mao Ting said angrily, with a forbearing anger in her eyes, and even Mu Qing could see a faint thundering spark in her eyes.

The familiar voice shocked the man who was facing their backs trembled violently, like a lightning bolt, and let him stiffen in place. His body was straight, his hands in his sleeves were clenched together, but he cursed the corners of his lips. Didn’t the spy’s news say that she was dead? How could it be her voice? It was just a bit similar.

He calmed down his emotions, turned to look at the person coming, but suddenly opened his eyes widened. If the sound was similar, then this look... He looked at her and she also looked at him. The man's long hair was gently tied up with a jade crown, and his moon robe was even more worthy of his figure. His face was clear and trumpet, as if it was meticulously crafted, his nose was straight, and his lips were like cherry petals. It was a face exactly the same as his brother. The only difference was the rebellious and rebellious light in his eyes. When he saw him, Mao Ting knew that he... was Qi Jiaye.

While she was still looking at him, the man's throat choked and his lips moved. His deep eyes were excited and ecstatic, and there was dazzling starlight. He rushed over and took the future people into his arms, tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose her if he let go. Such force was about to make Mao Ting breathless, and his voice was so reluctant and affectionate: "Teacher...Teacher."

Mao Ting's fingertips trembled, but a feeling of sadness arose in her heart. She thought she could not be with her brother, so it didn't matter who she married. She thought she could go back, but she could never go back, she thought he was dead, but now he is standing in front of her alive. Is this God's will? Losing her brother, and... it's for you.
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