Chapter 26

Mo Yiqing attracted all the people around him, whether it was the secret guard or the children of the ministers who supported him.

"I have said before that the Nine Thousand Years game seems like a bloody game, but it is actually him paving the way for the Sixth Prince, killing the children of the ministers who support me one by one, and cutting off my right-hand arm. This is why I come to participate every time."

"I don't want to watch you be killed!"

Mo Yiqing's words made the men and women present express a touching expression. They clenched their fists with their hands, gritted their teeth, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"In this game, no matter what accident occurs, your Majesty will not be punished by Nine Thousand Sui, so this is Nine Thousand Sui's biggest conspiracy."

"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Someone asked uneasyly, trusting Mo Yiqing wholeheartedly. The man's family who asked this question was not a loyal princeling, but he was moved by Mo Yiqing's words and couldn't help but feel a sense of following.

Mo Yiqing thought for a moment and replied seriously: "I will never allow nine thousand years to kill innocent people, so I will definitely save you, and we must save ourselves!"

"Yes, save yourself, but how do you save yourself?"

There were about a dozen men and women present. They were not powerful figures, but their fathers and brothers belonged to the princelings in the court, so they would usually get closer to Mo Yiqing.

Now, I completely regard him as the backbone.

Mo Yiqing frowned in a very embarrassed manner. After thinking about it for about a stick of incense, he slowly said: "There is a Sixth Prince in this game. Perhaps, we can start from him."

"What your highness means to kill him directly?" someone asked softly.

"In this way, we may have a glimmer of vitality." Mo Yiqing's eyes were cold, and the smile on the corners of his lips was terrifying and terrifying.

"This..." Someone hesitated for a moment and patted his thigh hard, and said hatefully: "Damn, if Jiu Qiansui wants to kill us, then we will kill the Sixth Prince. Even if we die, we will never die in vain!"

After someone took the lead, it immediately resonated with many people and agreed.

"Yes, we are not easy to bully, why do we die in vain?"

"That eagle dog's pawn is dead, I see how proud he is!"

"I agree!"

Mo Yiqing's eyes flashed with a proud sneer, and at the same time, he quietly looked at the man and woman in front of him, bent down hypocritically: "I'm really sorry for placing everyone in need."

"Your Highness has said that it is the cruel method of killing people for nine thousand years, and it is not your fault." Someone immediately helped Mo Yiqing bent over and felt even more moved.

"That's right, your highness, let's plan carefully how to start first!"

“…”

Just as the men and women were discussing how to kill Mo Yan in high spirits, they were also thinking about how to kill Mo Yiqing, because the game of Jiu Qiansei was originally like this.

Mo Yan survived the group of wild beasts. The wounds of all sizes made his face look extremely ugly, and every step was as painful as running on a sharp blade.

After he confirmed that there were no beasts behind me, I found a place to clean the blood on my body, and then slapped the water surface angrily.

This is the first time.

Jiu Qiansui actually let him act as the prey of wild beasts, allowing everyone to see his miserable appearance, and he was particularly angry when he thought of this.

And fearful.

Several times of escaping from death made him almost kneel down and beg for mercy.

"You might be afraid because of the nine thousand-year-old method, right?"

Mo Yan heard a familiar voice while cleaning his body. He turned around and threw a silver-ringed snake over. At the same time, a figure covered in a black cloak walked out from behind the tree.

I can't tell who the person in front of me is? But he can tell who the voice is.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Qingyu hugged her chest with her hands, and her back was against the tree gantry and stared at Mo Yan, who was half naked in the water. Her eyes were even colder than the vertical pupils of snakes. She was obviously standing in the sun, but

There was still a lingering coldness climbing up his whole body.

"What did you say I'm going to do?" Yan Qingyu asked resentfully without answering.

Mo Yan was swallowing his saliva recently. Compared to his fear of Jiu Qiansui, when he heard this familiar sound, he thought of the painful pain, cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"How could this palace know?"

"Empress De Concubine has been in trouble recently. She has been disliked by His Majesty several times. You shouldn't care about the Sixth Prince, right?"

Mo Yan's heart sank in an instant, holding his hands tightly, his body trembled slightly, and blood from the wounds flowed out, but he didn't dare to move.

"It's you, you made my mother lose my father's favor step by step, you..."

"Shh, don't say it as if I was cold-blooded and ruthless. If your mother does not cooperate with the prince to design me, how could I let her watch what she has be lost little by little? Fortunately, your Highness, you did not get involved in that frame-up, otherwise I would be really sad."

Mo Yan's body was stiff, and the wounds scratched by wild beasts were burning and painful. He was like a child who did something wrong, standing in the water without daring to move. He lowered his eyes and covered the cruelty and cruelty in his eyes.

"Why was Jiu Qiansui thrown here this time?" Yan Qingyu was very curious. In the past, the sixth prince rarely participated in the game. Even if he participated, he was a guest. He was protected by the Nine Qiansui people.

However this time...

Either it is a trap or... Nine Thousand Years Old had murderous intentions?

"This palace..." Mo Yan was about to answer, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell into the water unsteadily. Such a sense of helplessness made him struggle subconsciously, but his body was far away without any strength.

The water choked into the lungs from the trachea. The hot and desperate feeling made Mo Yan struggle constantly, but the struggle sank the more he struggled, drifting along the flowing water.

Suddenly, an extremely slender hand reached into the water, pinched his collar and lifted it up.

Then, he was thrown ashore.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Mo Yan coughed severely, and his body trembled constantly because of the fear of death.

Yan Qingyu washed her hands along the river water, and gently wiped it with a handkerchief, "Ziyu, give him the medicine for injury!"

Ziyu secretly threw a bottle of good wound medicine in front of Mo Yan. Without saying a word, Mo Yan opened the pills in the bottle plug and swallowed it directly, no longer worried about whether it was poison, because he had already figured it out.

After the injury medicine was in his mouth, it was relieved a lot. He couldn't move due to the pain, and finally sat on the ground to breathe, gritted his teeth, and sneer.

"Jiu Qiansui is punishing you?" Yan Qingyu suddenly asked nonsense, but Mo Yan subconsciously raised his head and smiled miserably: "Didn't you guessed it all? He would not allow the chess piece to have any resistance. You first asked the palace to marry Zhao Qiqi, and then asked the palace to gather those princelings... Because there was no evidence, he did not kill, but forced the palace to become the prey of those wild beasts."

Yan Qingyu looked at Mo Yan, who looked a little miserable, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have changed a lot.

Learn to endure humiliation.

Perhaps, he is indeed a good pawn.

But it's a pity.

Yan Qingyu was silent for a moment and said coldly: "Are you going to assassinate the prince?"

Mo Yan: "…"

He looked at Yan Qingyu in surprise, as if saying: Are you teasing me?

Yan Qingyu's eyes were too serious. Mo Yan realized that she was not a joke. She put the medicine in her arms and spat hatefully: "Go, how could you not go?"

The fool doesn't go.

He reached out and threw a cloak in front of Mo Yan. Mo Yan put it on his body without saying a word, followed Yan Qingyu's footsteps, and did not care at all that the wounds scratched by wild beasts were constantly in pain.

He was excited and excited.

The assassination openly...ha... he really hasn't done it.

For a time, he was controlled by Jiu Qiansui and was stared at by Jiu Qiansui, just like a puppet, he was allowed to do nothing, and he could only be a sixth prince obediently.

God knows how much he wants to send someone to stab him directly, and he wants to do this regardless of success or failure.

Thinking about day and night...

On a small hill, Yan Qingyu made a gesture and Ziyu walked out of the secret.

"Where is Mo Yiqing?"

Ziyu pointed in one direction, then hugged Yan Qingyu and looked at Mo Yan coldly, and flew towards that direction.

Mo Yan knew that he was disliked, and his sinister face showed a hint of displeasure, and the viciousness in his eyes could not be dissipated for a long time.

But he gritted his teeth and kept up.

About a quarter of an hour, Ziyu stopped, hugged Yan Qingyu and jumped up and placed it on a big tree. When Mo Yan raised his head, a piece of Tian Silk strangled his neck and hung his onto the big tree. Then Ziyu jumped down.

Yan Qingyu sat in the tree and hugged Feiyu who was "sleeping" with his eyes closed. This is a safe and comfortable place to watch the show that Ziyu found.

Feiyu has been "sleeping".

She gently held Feiyu and sat on the branches of the big tree. Because the leaves were dense, it was difficult to see her place from outside.

Mo Yan wrinkled and looked at the doll in Yan Qingyu's arms, and a sinister luster flashed by.

"What should I do next?"

Yan Qingyu didn't even look at Mo Yan. She lowered her eyebrows and gently stroked Feiyu's head, as if she was coaxing a child to sleep, and said indifferently, "Can your highness be a martial artist?"

Mo Yan nodded: "Yes!"

"Why can your highness kill people with martial arts?" Yan Qingyu asked again.

Mo Yan sat on the tree stud and thought for a moment, shook his head again, his eyes becoming more sinister, "Yes!"

"How many people can be killed in one go? Ordinary people or imperial guards? Or royal secret guards?" Yan Qingyu's expression was still indifferent.

Mo Yan finally fell silent and stopped talking.
To be continued...