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Chapter 172 Resurrection?

A cluster of flames suddenly appeared on the table. Nangong Huaxue smiled grimly, but before he could say anything, the national teacher in front of him laughed out loud.

"Didn't I take it off according to your majesty's wishes?" The imperial teacher's voice became clear, like the first stream of clear spring water melting from the top of Mount Kunlun, very pleasant to the ear.

But Nangong Huaxue ignored it: "It's fun to play tricks on me?!"

Facing the angry Nangong Huaxue, the Imperial Master laughed a few more times, and it sounded like the laughter was genuine and he felt it was interesting.

"Ahem, I'm fine."

Facing Nangong Huaxue's increasingly ugly expression, the Imperial Master coughed twice and turned his head away as if trying to cover up his ears and steal a bell.

Nangong Huaxue: ...

Looking at the Imperial Master who took off his hat in front of him, Nangong Huaxue gradually calmed down and looked at him wearing the mask.

The mask was hideous and strange, like a wild beast hiding in the forest at night, its terrifying fangs flashing a cold light in the dim light. As the brim of the hat fell off, the snow-like hair spread out and poured down like a waterfall.

The eyes behind the mask were not blocked. She looked into the black eyes under the mask for a moment, then rubbed her temples and sighed.

"Go away, go away. Don't bother Wang Ji anymore and don't make things difficult for me." Nangong Huaxue waved her hand and told him to leave quickly.

The Imperial Master laughed twice more, but he slowed down his voice: "But I did not lie to Your Majesty. Something important will indeed happen soon."

"I know." Nangong Huaxue sat down, holding his forehead and said, "Isn't it just about Lei Ting's business?"

"No." The national teacher shook his head, "It's the Mohist school."

Nangong Huaxue paused and raised her head slightly: "What?"

"To be precise, they are the former members of the Mohist School." The Imperial Master said slowly, "I think you should know that the Mohist School of Tianyu City moved here from Lei Ting hundreds of years ago, right?"

"Of course. What? Do you mean they are still connected with Lei Ting?" Nangong Huaxue thought of the rumors he had heard before, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Not entirely." The Imperial Master said, putting on his hat again. His snowy hair seemed to have self-awareness and was bound in the hat bag. "Mo Ze's last words before he died were that if there is an afterlife, he will definitely slaughter the entire Mo family - you also know this, right?"

"Hmm." Nangong Huaxue frowned, "Is this true?"

"Of course." The Imperial Master's voice was a little amused. "This statement caused a great uproar in the Mohist school - this is normal. Some people think that this is just a cruel word before death and has no meaning. Some people think that the prophecy will come true and keep looking for clues about Mo Ze. Once found, they will kill him on the spot."

Nangong Huaxue didn't say anything and waited for a moment, but still didn't hear the consequences: "And then?"

"Then the Mohist School split into two factions. Mo Jian was originally neutral, neither supporting nor opposing either faction, not offending either side, and not taking sides... But with the birth of his second son, his attitude gradually changed." The Imperial Master finished speaking and smiled again, "I don't know the details."

Don’t you understand this?

Nangong Huaxue curled her lower lip slightly.

The Imperial Master seemed to see what she was thinking, and chuckled, "Your Majesty, check the whereabouts of Lei Ting's group more often in the next few days, and you will find something unexpected."

Nangong Huaxue lowered her eyes and uttered a "hmm" sound through her nose.

The Imperial Master knew that she had heard him, so he said no more and turned away.

"This old thing..." Nangong Huaxue muttered, "Who is he?"

After a brief thought, Nangong Huaxue continued to have people follow the national teacher to see what he was trying to do.

But from what he just said, it seems that there are no clues.

Nangong Huaxue frowned, held his cheek, stared at the metal screen under his hand, his thoughts drifting far away.

It is understandable that Mo Jian's attitude changed because of his son. But his change of attitude will lead to an imbalance in the Mo family. Mo Hanyu's appearance will definitely attract the attention of those extremes. I heard that he was assassinated in the training ground before, although he was stopped by his father...

Nangong Huaxue frowned, not understanding why the Imperial Master would suddenly say these to her, but since he said it, it should be useful.

So let's put it this way. If she was Mo Jian, and she still loved her son after discovering that he might be the reincarnation of something, but someone in the clan wanted to kill him, what would she do...

Nangong Huaxue held the small porcelain bottle that Yu Qingling had given her not long ago in her hand, kneading and fiddling with it unconsciously, staring at the object in her hand in a trance, her eyes growing colder and colder.

If she were Mojian, the first thing she would do would be to make her position clear, strike down and destroy those who hold opposing opinions, and let them know that she is serious. If she really takes any action in secret in the future, she would be cautious.

If it's more serious, those people will not change their prejudices despite repeated admonitions and will secretly commit murder...

There was a hint of murderous intent in Nangong Huaxue's eyes.

Then all those people should be expelled from the clan and wiped out directly.

She would definitely protect her son's safety, even if the price was to wipe out her fellow tribesmen.

I just don't know if Mo Jian thinks this way...

Nangong Huaxue thought about it, frowned again, and hesitated.

If Mo Jian behaves like this, then the so-called "former members of the Mo School" mentioned by the National Master should be those extremists. Do they want to join forces with Lei Ting's people to kill Mo Hanyu?

But didn’t they say Mo Ze would appear?

It can't be that he resurrected Mo Ze to let him fulfill his oath before his death, right?

Let him commit suicide?

Nangong Huaxue had a complicated expression.

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to be so stupid.

Does that mean Mo Ze himself wants to be resurrected using his body in this life?

Nangong Huaxue pondered over it, always feeling that an important piece was missing in the middle.

As he was staring at the bottle in his hand in a daze, a hand with slender knuckles suddenly stretched out from outside his sight and reached towards the porcelain bottle.

Nangong Huaxue was frightened suddenly, and her fingers loosened with a shiver, causing the porcelain bottle to fall onto the table. She looked up and found that Wang Ji had sat in front of her at some point, so she quickly retrieved the porcelain bottle and put it into her storage ring.

"What is your majesty thinking about? You are so engrossed." Wang Ji didn't get the porcelain bottle, but he was not angry. He smiled lightly and asked slowly.

Wang Ji looked relaxed, and there was no trace of gloom on him. However, his seat was in the dark. Half of his body was covered by a shadow, and his entire face was submerged in the shadow, which made him look eerie.

There was a flash of lightning outside, and the hall was suddenly bright for a moment, followed by a loud thunder.

"...It's not a big deal." Nangong Huaxue didn't want to talk to him about this. Seeing him sitting lazily opposite her, she wondered if he was free again.

Looking at the emperor who was daydreaming, Wang Ji's eyes were deep. Thinking of the emperor's murderous expression just now, he couldn't help but lower his eyes slightly to hide the look in his eyes.

Nangong Huaxue finished speaking, but didn't get a response for a long time. She glanced at him, made a troublesome "tsk" sound, stood up and took the initiative to get into his arms: "Is the matter done?"

"...Hmm." Wang Ji lowered his eyes to look at the soft and docile woman in his arms. His eyes darkened. He slowly leaned over and put his lips close to hers.

Nangong Huaxue felt a sudden force on her waist, as if to prevent her from escaping.

Nangong Huaxue paused, feeling the gloomy aura coming from him, and without saying anything, she took the initiative to kiss him lightly.

She left a kiss on his lips like a dragonfly touching the water. Wang Ji seemed surprised by her initiative and was stunned for the first time.

Nangong Huaxue looked at his slightly stunned eyes, and felt a surge of anger in her heart. Without any thought, she held his face with both hands and rubbed it hard.

It’s really soft.

Looking at Wang Ji's stunned eyes, Nangong Huaxue's lips corners almost couldn't help but rise, her eyebrows curved in joy, and her eyes sparkled.

She's wanted to do this for a long time.

Never found the opportunity.

Nangong Huaxue suddenly hugged him and buried her head in his chest. The cool air around her body penetrated every pore. She took a deep breath and squinted her eyes comfortably.

"…Your Majesty, are you being coquettish?"

Nangong Huaxue’s sudden initiative seemed to surprise Wang Ji, and he didn’t even hug her back immediately. His hands stayed in the air for nearly dozens of seconds before they landed.

Nangong Huaxue did not answer. She turned her head left and right in his arms, her spine suddenly slumped, and she seemed to sigh.

"Wang Ji, let me ask you."

Nangong Huaxue raised her head, crawled out of his arms, sat up beside him and looked at him with an unprecedented coldness in her eyes.

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, then realized her seriousness. His expression changed slightly and he became serious.

"What do you want to ask, Your Majesty?"

"Who am I to you?" Nangong Huaxue's face was cold, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Or, in other words, in your eyes, what is our relationship?"

"Of course you are my majesty." Wang Ji followed suit without hesitation, smiling broadly, "As for our relationship, it must be your majesty who has the final say."

Nangong Huaxue frowned, obviously not happy with his attitude.

Facing Nangong Huaxue's silence, Wang Ji also remained silent for a moment, then laughed: "It doesn't seem very good to say that, so I'll change my words."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and stared at her intently. His deep black eyes were like a whirlpool, trying to suck her in and pull her into the bottomless abyss.

"You are the one I love, okay?"

Wang Ji said it carelessly, but the desire in his eyes almost swallowed her up. The possessiveness hidden deep inside was vaguely revealed, as cold and suffocating as a python around her neck.

"So, Your Majesty, are you satisfied?" Wang Ji said, touching her small and tender cheek. His fingertips were cold, and they scratched her face, leaving traces of coolness.

...Is he physically weak?

This question suddenly popped up in Nangong Huaxue's mind.

This question that didn't fit the atmosphere made him feel ridiculous. Nangong Huaxue couldn't help but close her eyes, but the helplessness on her face didn't escape Wang Ji's eyes.

Nangong Huaxue wanted to bring her thoughts back to the right track, but this question made her feel even more uncomfortable.

I’ve heard from my adoptive father before that people with cold hands and feet usually have insufficient blood... She hasn’t come into contact with many people here, so she doesn’t know whether the attribute will affect a person’s body temperature, so she is a little curious.

Finally, she was silent for a moment, and under Wang Ji's dark gaze, she gently held his hand - as expected, it was cold - and her fingertips moved down to press his pulse.

Logically speaking, a Qi cultivator's tendons and meridians cannot be checked by others at will. After all, if that person has any evil ideas, there is no way to stop him from carrying them out.

Nangong Huaxue thought Wang Ji would stop her, but she didn't expect him to just lower his hands obediently without any resistance.

So Nangong Huaxue successfully took his pulse and did not inject Qi to check it. He pressed it gently and paused for a moment.

It's indeed a lack of qi and blood.

Nangong Huaxue's eyes turned slightly, and she asked him tentatively: "Do you know that there are some problems with your body?"

"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Wang Ji was a little dissatisfied with her sudden change of subject, but he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and changed his expression, returning to his previous lazy look.

"Ahem, from what I've observed, you need to drink some medicine to recuperate." Nangong Huaxue shook her head pretentiously, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh?" Wang Ji laughed, "Then, how should I treat it?"

"It's very simple. I happen to be very free these days. I'll send someone to deliver the prepared medicine to you tomorrow." Nangong Huaxue smiled slyly.

Wang Ji didn't know what she was up to. Thinking of what Lei Ting had said to him, his eyes darkened and he responded calmly, "Then, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

After that, he didn't say anything else. Nangong Huaxue didn't say anything either, and the atmosphere became heavy.

By the way, she almost forgot.

Nangong Huaxue slapped his head, thought of the two poisonous insects, grabbed Wang Ji's wrist again, and probed in to check.

But as soon as Qi entered, the hand that was held began to tremble slightly, and the fingers curled slightly. It instinctively wanted to break free, but was held down by its owner and forced to endure it.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Wang Ji held her wrist and slowly but firmly pulled it away.

In such a short period of time, the strand of Qi was almost swallowed up as soon as it entered, leaving no time to investigate.

Nangong Huaxue was stunned for a moment, but seeing his big reaction, she obediently put her hand away.

"Since we need to treat it, we must be careful," Nangong Huaxue said righteously, "otherwise it would be irresponsible."

Wang Ji said nothing and turned his head away.

Nangong Huaxue saw that he was unwilling, so she did not force him, and asked instead: "Have you met anyone in the past two days?"

When Wang Ji heard her mention this, he lowered his eyes as if thinking about something, then raised his eyelids and revealed a sharp look: "Your Majesty, do you know Yuqing Ling?"

I know, I've seen it.

Nangong Huaxue nodded: "I know, what's wrong?"

"She told me something..." Wang Ji stared at her without blinking, trying to read some clues from her face. "Your Majesty, do you want to know?"

"If you wanted me to know, you would have told me long ago." Nangong Huaxue waved away his outstretched hand and turned her head.

That guy actually did the same as Bai Xirui said and went to find Wang Ji.

Nangong Huaxue frowned slightly. What on earth do they want to do?

"But if Your Majesty wants to know, I will certainly tell you everything."

A cool breath blew against her face. Wang Ji waved his long arm and held her in his arms, pressing her against his face ambiguously. The breath he exhaled brushed against her ears, making her feel itchy.

"Your Majesty, do you want to know?"

The man's arms tightly wrapped around her waist, locking her tightly in his arms with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood. He lowered his head slightly, leaving a few wet marks on her neck.

"how?"

"Nothing." Nangong Huaxue twisted her body and tried to get out of his arms, but was forced back.

"Your Majesty, do you have anything to say to me?"

Wang Ji's tone was normal, but his aura became gloomy again.

Nangong Huaxue had no choice but to lean against his arms and said, "Then you better be careful recently."

The dangerous aura around him paused, as if he was a little surprised.

"She is not a good person." Nangong Huaxue said, patting his paw around his waist.

Although she was not sure whether Wang Ji was deceiving her, she was sure that Yu Qingling's intentions were not pure. If what Wang Ji said was true, then the Gu must have come from someone close to Yu Qingling, or maybe she herself was the Gu.

She remembered that Yin Xihui was Xiao's friend and also Lei Ting's man.

Nangong Huaxue frowned as he thought about it.

She had to tell Xiao these things so that he would be on guard.

Thinking of this, he sat up from Wang Ji's arms. This time it went smoothly.

"Be careful when you meet people, don't get stained with anything dirty." Nangong Huaxue turned around and pinched his cheek again, with a smile in her eyes, "I have an appointment with the national teacher to discuss something, so I'm leaving first."

As she spoke, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, touched the side of his face, then stood up and quickly ran away.

Wang Ji did not move. He looked in the direction she left with a dazed look in his eyes. After a moment, he slowly reached out his hand and touched his lips. His eyes gradually darkened, as if he was recalling something.

"…I've learned to be smart."

Instantly, a sarcastic smile.