The East Side Hall of Taimiao Xiang Hall is dedicated to royal relatives and nobles. The history of the Southern Dynasties is not long. Currently, there is only Bai Wuyan's ranking in the East Side Hall.

After the solemn sacrifice, the princes and daughters took turns to the hall to recite scriptures and pray for blessings. Wen Wenlan was divided into the first midnight, and the others would rest in their own halls.

After dinner, Wen Wenlan was out of the house. After a while, Hua Yi came to the door.

"Your Highness Mingzhao, our prince is invited."

Today, in the hall during the day, Zhou Mohuai had already seen that the Regent had no kindness to him. Now, taking advantage of the emperor's absence to invite him to the prince's resting room, it is not as simple as drinking tea and chatting.

But this is the Taimiao, under the noses of his ancestors, and Wen Wenlan did not leave the Taimiao, so there was nothing to worry about.

There will always be open and secret struggles in the palace, and he is still clear about this.

Zhou Mohuai didn't notice that in his subconscious, he had already begun to think of Wen Wenlan when he was thinking about things.

Zhou Mohuai followed Huayi to the Regent's house.

Before entering the house, he looked around. It was a little distance from Wen Wenlan's resting room, and the surroundings were relatively closed. If something really happened...

Zhou Mohuai snorted and stepped into Wen Shiheng's house.

"I've met the Regent."

Zhou Mohuai raised his hand to greet Wen Shiheng, and then he lowered his hand and stood there motionless.

Wen Shiheng turned his back to Zhou Mohuai, as if he hadn't heard anyone coming from behind him. He brewed tea on his own. After the cup was full of tea, he spoke casually.

"Sit down."

The facilities of Taimiao are simple, and there are not many tables and chairs in each room, but the Regent's room is particularly strange. Only the Regent has chairs opposite the Regent.

Zhou Mohuai sat opposite Wen Shiheng, with half of the golden mask covering his suspicious and guarding vigilance.

"I don't know what the Regent has to do."

Wen Shiheng frowned. This tone that was similar to the emperor was really annoying. Wen Shiheng couldn't help but look up at Zhou Mohuai. How long has it been since he entered the palace, his words were stained with the emperor's tone. Or is this man had a deep friendship with the emperor before entering the palace. This time he entered the palace just a cover, and what secrets are there behind him?

"I haven't taken off my mask when I see the prince." Hua Yi shouted sharply, and stepped forward and tried to pull off Zhou Mohuai's mask with his five fingers.

Zhou Mohuai remained motionless, raised his hand to block it, and swung Huayi's robbery.

Seeing this, Hua Yi waved his palm and locked his throat. Zhou Mohuai fought back without dodging and pushed his palm up. After a round-trip competition, Zhou Mohuai raised his elbow and hit him. Hua Yi was shaken back three steps, and the tea smoke on the table was still curling, and the dripping water was not sprinkled.

"The emperor is indeed not surrounded by ordinary people." Wen Shiheng's eyes locked Zhou Mohuai, "But I am even more curious. What kind of virtue can you do? Let the emperor bring you to the Taimiao immediately."

Wen Shiheng lowered his eyes, as if he had peeled off Zhou Mohuai's bones, sharp and vicious.

"As Your Majesty said today, I am neither an unfilial person nor a rebel, so I can come naturally."

Although it is not a sincere wish, there have been people who frequently show malicious intentions towards themselves. If they do not fight back at the beginning, they will be bullied in the future.

Zhou Mohuai now knows that the Regent wants to explore his fidelity and loyalty today and kill his majesty.

"Yes, Guan Yu is a prisoner in the previous dynasty. You must not pray like the Taimiao sacrifices and blessings. Chongjia was born in a beautiful and humble state, and naturally he did not have the qualifications to enter the Taimiao. After you reminded me, I became more and more curious about what kind of noble identity you have that will make Your Majesty love you so much."

Wen Shiheng deliberately bit the word "noble".

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. Wen Shiheng does not know Zhou Mohuai's identity and has no scruples about Fanghua Yuan, but he does not know that it hit Zhou Mohuai's pain at this moment.

Zhou Mohuai clenched his fists secretly and held back the breath he had swallowed in his chest. He carefully pondered it in his heart and slowly exhaled the turbid air.

"Prince, don't scrutinize the will of the saint. If your Majesty is willing to bring, he will not care about the prince's affairs." Zhou Mohuai stood up, "Prince, say goodbye."

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