"As long as you like it. Swords are given to heroes. It's not a loss to give you this evil-breaking sword." Mu Yuntian's voice was still calm and calm.
"Hey! The real hero should be King Lanling. I'm just taking advantage of him." Siyu shook his head, picked up the sword and looked at it a few more times, and said with a smile: "That's good, that's good."
There was silence. After a moment, Mu Yuncai said: "Prince Lanling will be back in three days, right?"
Siyu said: "That's right! I'm just a messenger. King Lanling has returned triumphantly, and I don't know what kind of reward your Majesty will receive."
Mu Yuntian said calmly: "How can we predict His Majesty's grace? However, when King Lanling comes back this time, he will be rewarded generously."
Siyu said with admiration: "If I had doubts about King Lanling's character in the past, I really admire him this time! To be honest, if it weren't for King Lanling this time, let alone return with a great victory, it's possible that I would
Neither my father nor I can come back!"
After another moment of silence, Mu Yuntian continued: "King Lanling is indeed impressive. However, you don't need to underestimate yourself too much. Your Majesty, General Mei, has been guarding Tianmen Pass for many years. Without him, the southern border of Sheng Kingdom would be in danger!"
Mei Siyu no longer bothered too much and nodded. Mu Yuntian said again: "It's getting late today. Although there is no curfew in Beijing, it is still not convenient. How about staying here? We haven't had a drink and talked for a long time.
Already."
"Hey! Don't!" Mei Siyu waved his hand quickly, "I haven't been back for three months. If I don't come home tonight, my mother will come to pick her up in person! We'd better wait until we have time later to chat!"
"Forget it, just go back first and I'll ask my servants to prepare horses for you." Mu Yuntian nodded, and the two of them walked out of the gate of Jingsi Xuan together.
Abruptly, I transitioned from a time and space of longing for the past to a quiet night.
Bai Yuyue was still kneeling outside, expressionless, as if she hadn't heard or seen everything just now. Her body was upright, inhumanly stiff. The night wind blew up, messing up her thin clothes and hair.
Mei Siyu clearly saw that her lips were pale and her clothes could not withstand the invasion of the night, but she didn't seem to care at all.