Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Xiuting, the mountain leader of Longshan Academy, Chen Xiufu."

Upon hearing this, not only Ye Li, but also Long Yang showed a hint of surprise. Mr. Xiuting's name is far less famous than Mr. Qingyun and the Xu family, but this does not mean that Mr. Xiuting's talent is much worse than Mr. Qingyun. However, compared with Da Chu, Xiling has always been a polite martial arts and light literary talent. There are not as many literati as Da Chu, and the status of Qingliu literati is far less noble than that of Da Chu. And Mr. Xiuting does not get involved in the government affairs, but is only dedicated to teaching and educating people. Only by looking at Xiling, the foreign barbarians who are similar to those of Nanzhao and Beirong in the eyes of people in the Central Plains, can make Longshan Academy one of the three major academies in the world, which is enough to show Mr. Xiuting's talent and knowledge. Moreover, the ancient inheritance of Longshan Academy and Lishan Academy are different. Longshan Academy was developed in the hands of Mr. Xiuting.

"How come this gentleman is still in Biancheng? Still here?" Ye Liqi said.

Mo Xiuyao nodded and smiled, "Of course." Even if he really wanted to kill everyone in Biancheng, he had not really lost his mind. He naturally knew what kind of people could not be killed or let go. And there were only a few people in Biancheng. Long before Biancheng was captured, Mo Xiuyao had ordered the Qilin to control them, and even if he left first, he could not leave. "Let's go and have a look?" Mo Xiuyao asked softly, "I heard that gentleman is quite terrible."

Ye Li stood up. They didn't stay in Biancheng for much time, so they naturally had to hurry up and take a look.

Mo Xiuyao let go of Ye Li's hand and smiled and said, "I have a few more words to say to General Long Yang, can Ali go down and wait for me first?"

Ye Li glanced at Long Yang sitting in front of the window, nodded and said softly: "I'm waiting for you below."

It was not until the footsteps of the downstairs that Mo Xiuyao turned his head to look at Long Yang at the window. The gentle smile on his face had long disappeared, and his gloomy eyes were filled with sharp sharp edges and evil spirits. "If I hear you talk to A Li, I will definitely regret it!"

Although he didn't hear what Long Yang said to A Li, when he came up just now, A Li looked at his expression and was unable to escape Mo Xiuyao's eyes. It must be that Long Yang said something that shouldn't have said to A Li, which made A Li feel worried about him.

Long Yang looked at him calmly, no longer had the heart-wrenching pain and hatred that he had yesterday, and smiled faintly: "It is a blessing to have such a princess."

Mo Xiuyao snorted coldly, staring at him with his eyes sinister. Long Yang shook his head and smiled: "Your Majesty, don't worry, what can I say to the princess? It's just a casual chat. Besides... I don't have to see you again in the future..." At this point, Long Yang sighed a little melancholy.

Mo Xiuyao stared at Long Yang for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Long Yang, don't expect Lei Zhenting to come back. Even if he comes back, he can't save Xiling. I have released 400,000 troops on the border waiting for him. There are hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers from Nanzhao. Do you guess the defenders from all over the country are free to come back to rescue? There is also the small Western Region country that you suppressed back then. Do you guess will they take this opportunity to take revenge? Xiling... is out of salvation!"

Long Yang was stunned. After a long time of recovery, he finally laughed helplessly, but the laughter was extremely desolate and depressed. "It's worthy of being King Ding, who has been planning for several years... It turns out that if you don't take action, you will be extraordinary when you take action. For nothing... I'm old and should die. I can't control the future... King Ding, please..."

Outside the gate downstairs, I saw Mo Xiuyao walking out and Ye Li greeted him with a smile. Mo Xiuyao reached out to circle her slender waist and whispered, "Will we go to visit Mr. Xiuting now?" Ye Li blinked and asked with some concern, "Will Mr. Xiuting really not drive us out?" Literature is always a bit proud. Mo Xiuyao's actions in Biancheng, let alone driving them out, I am afraid that even Mr. Xiuting directly held a knife and rushed towards them, Ye Li would not be surprised.

Mo Xiuyao snorted lightly and walked forward with Ye Li in his arms, "Who dares?"

Ye Li looked back at Xiaolou with the window open behind her and asked, "What did you say to General Long Yang? What did you plan to deal with him?"

Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Let him not talk nonsense to A Li in the future, A Li doesn't have to worry about me."

Ye Li was stunned, and reached out to hold his hand that was holding onto his waist and whispered: "I'm not worried, we will be together no matter what." Mo Xiuyao's expression slowed down, and the smile on his face became even gentler. "Don't worry, Ali, I'm not interested in calculating with a half-dead old man. As long as he doesn't make trouble, I just ignore him."

Ye Li smiled and said, "Aren't you more important than him in my eyes? Xiu Yao, I don't care how you deal with him." As a soldier, Long Yang's wholehearted efforts for the country are indeed worthy of her admiration, but Long Yang is full of blood and debts. With this action in Biancheng, even if Mo Xiu Yao executed him, she would not say anything. The fall of a famous general is indeed a pity, but Long Yang is not innocent.

The two of them gradually drifted away until a soldier chased after him and said with some breath: "Prince, Princess, Long Yang burned himself up."

Ye Li was stunned, "What's going on?" Turning back, they could no longer see the hut where Long Yang was imprisoned. But thick smoke could still be seen in that direction.
Chapter completed!