The third prince's timely reminder made him wake up like an enlightenment.
If he was really drunk and something happened at night, he might die without even knowing what happened.
"Tell me about it, brother, and see if I can help you solve it!" the third prince continued, looking very concerned about Mo Wuxie. In fact, he had long known that Mo Wuxie was in love with the princess.
Mo Wuxie had no intention of listening to anyone, so he shook his head and said calmly: "Where is it!"
The third prince sat next to Mo Wuxie, glanced at Yue'er in the distance, then looked at Mo Wuxie, and said with a smile, "Brother, are you interested in my sister?"
Mo Wuxie didn't want to mention Yue'er the last thing now, so he said, "How could that be!"
The third prince seemed to be able to see through a person's thoughts and said, "Would you like me to help you?"
Mo Wuxie replied: "No need!"
The third prince added: "To tell you the truth, our girl is not only very intelligent, but also likes music and poetry. If you, brother, put more effort in this area, you will definitely win my sister's heart! By the way,
I am a very demanding girl, and not ordinary people can enter her world!"
Mo Wuxie said oh, actually he had known it for a long time and was indifferent to the third prince's false flattery.
The third prince glanced into the distance, as if he was pointing something, and said, "Have you seen the arrangement here?"
Mo Wuxie glanced around and said, "We are all from different camps, and they are all invited in. This makes me quite curious!"
Suddenly, Mo Wuxie burst into anger.
Yue'er actually agreed to Feng Xing's invitation and wanted to dance together!
Not only Mo Wuxie found out, but also the third prince noticed it, and they all frowned.
The current situation is not suitable for making trouble. Although Mo Wuxie is lawless, he still understands the general situation.
He came to the musician's side and shouted: "Stop it!"
Seeing his fierce look, the musicians immediately stopped playing.
Everyone looked at the musician in confusion, and a look of displeasure flashed across the face of the second prince.
"Sir, don't you like this piece of music?"
Mo Wuxie said: "You call this a tune? Get out of my way and let me play a tune. You will know if you can call it a tune!"
The reason why he did this was to interrupt Yue'er and Feng Xing's dance.
Sure enough, Yue'er left Feng Xing and looked over with beautiful eyes, full of curiosity and expectation.
Mo Wuxie carried the musician away from the piano platform, and he sat on it himself.
I plucked the strings and made some adjustments.
He glanced at Yue'er indifferently, then glanced at everyone, and said: "This song is called "Butterfly Love". It expresses the sad emotion of a couple separated and can only see the end of the world. I also hope that there will be love in the world.
People finally get married!"
He started playing to everyone's confusion.
Originally, this was a song, but he didn't intend to sing it. People who are familiar with music will naturally understand it.
As the piano plays, a sad melody of a lover's farewell flows in the hall...
The puzzled people gradually developed special emotions along with the sad flow of his music.
In a person's life, there is more or less the emotional world of youth, especially those who are in love and parting, listening to the music and crying sadly...
This piece of music was originally very inappropriate for this occasion, but somehow, as everyone listened, they discovered what was buried in their hearts, and the entire living room was filled with a sad atmosphere.
The princes' brows stretched and struggled, struggled and then relaxed...
After listening to this piece of music, Yue'er seemed to hear his thoughts and understand what he wanted to express. She was immediately at a loss and could even feel a trace of unbearability and pain in her heart!
After a long time, everyone in the hall finally came to their senses after the song was finished. Everyone looked at Mo Wuxie with gratitude, as if this song had released the knots deep in their hearts.
The originally sad atmosphere suddenly turned into joy, one applause, and then everyone applauded.
"Good song, really good song. It reminds me of the first girl I met, and what makes me determined is that I must find her!" A middle-aged man clapped, his expression showing determination.
…
Mo Wuxie didn't care at all about their thoughts. He didn't know what was going on, but after playing this piece of music, he suddenly felt that his heart was much more open.
Perhaps, he still doesn’t know that there is an emotion called jealousy, a kind of contention called jealousy, a kind of personality called temperament, and a kind of possession that means letting go!
The dance started again, but no one was lucky enough to be Yue'er's dance partner.
After the butterfly love was over, and he didn't know what was going on, Mo Wuxie found that his heart was broadened, and he suddenly had a feeling of indifference. It seemed that whether Yue'er had a dance partner or not had nothing to do with him.
Could this be the sublimation of the soul? Mo Wuxie shook his head.
The dance has come to an end, which indicates that the second prince's birthday party is also coming to an end.
The second prince expressed his thanks again, and then everyone began to leave.
When they arrived at the door, the third prince insisted on seeing Mo Wuxie off, but Mo Wuxie refused on the grounds that he had important matters.
Their relationship got a little closer, which naturally attracted the attention of the second prince, who only had a sinister smile on his lips.
Miao Xiong sat in Mo Wuxie's carriage and walked slowly towards the Duke's Palace.
"Be alert!"
Mo Wuxie reminded Tie Er.
It is now late at night, and the moon is still dark and the wind is high, it seems gloomy!
Mo Wuxie passed by the Imperial Capital Square and stopped in front of an alley.
This alley seemed to be the same as usual, nothing surprising, but what made Mo Wuxie pause was that the first time he was assassinated was in this alley.
And he still had an ominous premonition today, as if there was a ferocious beast in this dark alley.
He hesitated for a moment and said: "Tie Yi, take a detour!"
This is a shortcut to the Duke's Palace. If you take a detour, you may have to walk an extra three miles.
Crash--
A heavy rain fell from the sky, which immediately disturbed people's hearing.
A chill surged into the carriage, making the air inside the carriage suddenly become humid.
At this moment, Mo Wuxie grabbed Miao Xiong, pushed his legs hard, crashed the carriage and flew up.
The moment before he flew into the air, a dense rain of arrows mixed with the raindrops, turning the carriage into a hedgehog. The next moment, there was a series of hissing sounds, and the rain of arrows chased Mo Wuxie like poisonous snakes.
"There are assassins! Defend!"
Tie Er roared, and the Iron Blood Guards immediately formed a circle to protect the carriage in the middle. A strong light erupted from everyone's body, illuminating the dark night. Tie Er jumped into the air, and danced with the sword in his hand.
There was a whirlwind and some of the feather arrows were chopped off.
The heavy rain is getting heavier, and under the light of the mysterious energy, little bits of brilliance are reflected. The arrows are particularly conspicuous among the smoothness, and the cold arrows emit a dark light, which is obviously quenched with poison.
Mo Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, and the Ningbi Sword was unsheathed with a choking sound. A large sword light danced out with a flick of his wrist, and the feather arrow was crushed by the Ningbi Sword!
After landing, he threw Miao Xiong aside, and his expression changed drastically.
Dozens of men in black rushed out from the houses on both sides of the street, each holding a long, narrow sword in their hands. They rushed out of the house and shot out what they had prepared in their other hands.
I saw a gleam of cold light floating towards Mo Wuxie!
This is a flying knife!
Mo Wuxie could not escape into the tomb of the gods at this time. If he did, Miao Xiong behind him would instantly become a sieve.
Tie Yi arrived in front of Mo Wuxie like lightning, seemingly faster than a flying knife.
He danced the sword, and heard a constant ding, ding, ding, and the flying knives were ejected everywhere.
Mo Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression suddenly changed.
A sudden chill ran down his spine, and then he heard the strong sound of arrows piercing the air.
"Crossbow!"
Mo Wuxie made an accurate judgment without looking.