Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes and looked at the place where his fingers touched Su Qingluan's. The hair in front of his forehead fell down, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Su Qingluan thought that Mu Xingzhi was still frustrated by his reputation as a "disaster star", so he didn't think there was anything strange about his actions.
After all, if you think about it, your own father is a person who regards him as a thorn in his side. He also favors other children and neglects his mother. Both of these are very explosive.
Moreover, after Su Qingluan learned about Mu Xingzhi's identity before, he also went to find out about the life of "Xiao Huan". He was a poor little cabbage who didn't care about his father.
And if the initiator of everything is his biological father, the emperor, just thinking about it makes me feel very desperate - because in the royal family, if the father is the emperor, he not only represents "paternal authority", but also bears "imperial authority". , is an existence that can be infinitely crushed in terms of emotion, ability, and responsibility.
If an ordinary family encounters a top-notch scumbag father, the worst they can do is fly away, or go to the government to sue the father to seek justice for the mother under the name of being unfilial.
But where is Mu Xingzhi going? The saying "Is there anything in the world that belongs to the king's land" is not just said casually.
Although the old emperor is now incompetent, the country is generally stable and the imperial power has not yet reached a stage where it can be shaken.
Under this general premise, it seems that any resistance is useless.
Suddenly, Su Qingluan thought of a question: "But didn't you have military power at that time?" Her voice was very low, and she obviously knew that this topic was not something that could be shouted out.
But in fact, everyone including Mu Xingzhi, except Su Qingluan, is a practitioner. Even if Su Qingluan "lowered her voice", in front of these people with deep internal strength, her voice could still be heard clearly. come over.
However, everyone in Mu Xingzhi's group knew his identity thoroughly and were absolutely loyal and reliable. Therefore, from the beginning, Su Qingluan was in an environment where he could "say whatever he wanted" - after all, there were wild mountains and ridges on the road. Most of the time, Su Qingluan would calm down after entering the city. After all, the crowds were noisy.
Mu Xingzhi did not remind Su Qingluan that the two of them were still intertwined with their fingers. He raised his head and looked at her: "I did once command troops. There was still a smile in his eyes, but Mu Xingzhi didn't notice it. , his smile is not the ordinary smile on his face, but warmer and softer.
The two bottomless cold pools in his eyes were unconsciously flowing with gentle spring water. Su Qingluan may not have realized this rationally, but when she saw Mu Xingzhi smiling like this, she suddenly felt a little aggrieved for him, for the young man.
So she whispered angrily: "Since you are so good at leading troops, why don't you... set up your own business?"
Even if he was mentally prepared for Su Qingluan's "unbridled speech", Mu Xingzhi would still sigh: He is indeed Su Qingluan.
Or to be more precise, "It really is Su Qingluan" who can say things without any scruples that make other people's faces change.
So he teased with a half-smile: "You want me to kill my father and usurp the throne?"
Now it was Su Qingluan who was dumbfounded: What is "parricide and usurping the throne"? Don't say such cruel things with a smile on your face!
"Can't you just... offer him up as the supreme emperor?"
"Great Emperor, what does it mean?" Mu Xingzhi, who was exposed to this word for the first time, was obviously a little surprised.
Su Qingluan, who had never thought that the concept of "the Supreme Emperor" had not appeared in this historical line:...it was a mistake.
So she roughly explained that "the Supreme Emperor" means the heir who succeeds to the throne while the father is still alive, similar to the Queen Mother. And according to Su Qingluan's imagination, such a "Super Supreme Emperor" is too deceitful and must not be left behind. Listening to politics can only be used as a mascot.
"At that time, we will find some masters for him to give lectures and relax every day. If there is nothing to do, he can refine some elixirs or something. Maybe he can come up with something interesting..." Su Qingluan muttered.
After all, black gunpowder was "cultivated" by cultivators, tofu was "cultivated" by cultivators, and porcelain glaze was "cultivated" by cultivators... So why not just let the old emperor who likes cultivating immortals and refining elixirs do chemical experiments...
At this moment, the remaining six people who were still talking freely outside the carriage had become like quails, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, not daring to say a word.
Whether it was the groom, Yao Guang sitting on the shaft of the carriage outside, or Song Bo following behind on horseback, they all acted as if they could not hear the conversation at all. However, except for Song Bo who was not surprised, the rest of the people The next three people will still be frightened by Su Qingluan's "unruly" way of speaking.
After all, the things he said casually were treacherous words that could bring disaster to the nine tribes. Should he be said to be heartless, or should he be said to be bold as a skilled person? After all, everyone present knew that Mu Xingzhi was also a true member of the royal family.
Although their thoughts were still subtly different, at this moment, everyone unanimously felt a strange admiration for Su Qingluan - being able to say such amazing words easily is also an amazing feeling. The existence of admiration.
When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's "captive" plan for his father, he laughed softly a few times at first, but then he probably thought it was so funny that he couldn't help laughing loudly.
This kind of laughter was a very free and unrestrained laughter. The people outside were surprised by the laughter, while Su Qingluan was filled with questions.
"Are you... okay? Could it be that you have a fever?" Su Qingluan asked cautiously, wanting to reach out to measure the temperature of Mu Xingzhi's forehead, only to realize that her fingers were still holding Mu Xingzhi's. tip.
This is embarrassing...
Su Qingluan tried to retract her finger naturally and unpretentiously, but Mu Xingzhi held it instead.
Mu Xingzhi's fingertips had been contaminated with her body temperature, and became less cool and had a touch of warmth. But the temperature of his entire palm was still relatively cool.
Su Qingluan didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered that when she was in college, one of her roommates said that in her grandmother's hometown, there was a saying that if the temperature of the hand is cold, it means that the person is less lucky and not lucky. People love you. And if the palms of your hands are hot, it means that many people care about and love him or her.
She didn't know why she suddenly thought of this sentence, but this sentence made her not take her hand out immediately. Instead, she let the other party hold her hand gently, as if this could transfer her body temperature to The other party, after all, Su Qingluan has been loved by many, many people in this life.
Then, it wouldn't matter if she was more generous and gave him a little bit, right?
Su Qingluan thought so.
