Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes to look at the place where his fingers touched Su Qingluan. The hair in front of his forehead hung down, making it impossible to see his expression.
Su Qingluan thought that Mu Xingzhi was still feeling frustrated about his reputation as a "disaster star", so she didn't find his action strange.
After all, if you put yourself in his shoes, your own father is a person who regards you as a thorn in his side, and he also favors other children and neglects your mother. Each of these is very explosive.
Moreover, after Su Qingluan knew Mu Xingzhi's identity, she also learned about the life of "Xiao Huan". He was a poor little cabbage who didn't even love his mother.
And if the instigator of all this is his biological father, the emperor, just thinking about it makes one feel very desperate - because in the royal family, if a father is the emperor, he not only represents "paternal authority" but also bears "imperial power". He is an existence that can be infinitely crushed in terms of emotions, abilities and responsibilities.
If an ordinary family encounters a scumbag father, the worst that can happen is that they can run away, or risk being labeled as unfilial and go to the government to sue their father and seek justice for their mother.
But where can someone like Mu Xingzhi go? The saying "All under heaven belongs to the king" is not just a casual remark.
Although the old emperor is incompetent now, the country is generally stable and the imperial power has not yet reached the point where it can be shaken.
Under this premise, it seems that any resistance is futile.
Suddenly, Su Qingluan thought of a question: "But didn't you have military power at that time?" She lowered her voice, obviously knowing that this topic was not something that could be shouted out.
But in fact, including Mu Xingzhi, except for Su Qingluan, everyone else in the group was a martial artist. Even if Su Qingluan "lowered her voice", her voice was still clearly heard in front of these people who all had deep internal strength.
However, Mu Xingzhi and his group knew his identity inside and out, and were absolutely loyal and reliable, so from the very beginning, Su Qingluan was in an environment where she could say whatever she wanted - after all, there were mostly wild mountains and wilderness on the road, and Su Qingluan would calm down once she entered the city, after all, the crowds were noisy.
Mu Xingzhi didn't remind Su Qingluan that their fingers were still intertwined. He looked up at her and said, "I did command an army." His eyes were still smiling, but Mu Xingzhi didn't notice that his smile was not an ordinary one, but warmer and softer.
The two bottomless cold pools in his eyes unconsciously flowed with gentle spring water. Su Qingluan might 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 he was.
So she muttered angrily, "Since you're such a good commander, why don't you just...start your own business?"
Even though he was mentally prepared for Su Qingluan's "frank words", Mu Xingzhi still sighed: She is worthy of being Su Qingluan.
Or to be more precise, only "It's Su Qingluan" can say something so recklessly that makes others change their faces.
So he teased with a half-smile: "Are you asking me to kill my father and usurp the throne?"
This time, Su Qingluan was dumbfounded: What does "patricide and usurpation of the throne" mean? Don't say such a cruel thing with a smile on your face!
"Can't we just... worship him as the emperor?"
"What does 'Taishang Huang' mean?" Mu Xingzhi, who encountered this word for the first time, obviously felt a little fresh.
Su Qingluan, who had never thought that the concept of "emperor emeritus" had not appeared in this historical line:...it was a mistake.
So she roughly explained that the "retired emperor" was someone whose son succeeded to the throne while his father was still alive, similar to the empress dowager. And in Su Qingluan's opinion, such a "retired emperor" was too disappointing and absolutely could not rule the country from behind the scenes, but could only be a mascot.
"When the time comes, I'll find him a few masters to give lectures every day for leisure, and let him refine some pills when he has nothing to do. Maybe he can come up with something interesting..." Su Qingluan muttered.
After all, gunpowder is made by cultivating immortality, tofu is made by cultivating immortality, and porcelain glaze is made by cultivating immortality... So why not just let the old emperor who likes cultivating immortality and refining elixirs conduct chemical experiments...
At this moment, the remaining six people who were originally chatting freely outside the carriage had become like quails, with their heads lowered and their eyes downcast, not daring to say a word.
Whether it was the coachman, Yaoguang who was sitting on the shaft outside the carriage, or Songbo who was riding a horse behind, they all pretended not to hear the content of the conversation inside. However, except for Songbo who was used to it, the other three were still frightened by Su Qingluan's "unabashed" way of speaking.
After all, what he casually said was a rebellious statement that could bring disaster to the entire clan. Should he be called heartless or just bold and skilled? After all, everyone present knew that Mu Xingzhi was also a true member of the royal family.
Although their ideas were subtly different, at this moment, everyone unanimously developed a strange admiration for Su Qingluan - being able to say such amazing words so easily was also an admirable existence.
When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's plan to "keep" his father in captivity, he first laughed softly a few times, and then, probably because he thought it was so funny, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
This kind of laughter was a very hearty and unrestrained laugh, which surprised the people outside, and Su Qingluan was full of questions.
"Are you... okay? Do you have a fever?" Su Qingluan asked cautiously, wanting to reach out to measure the temperature of Mu Xingzhi's forehead, only to find that her fingers were still holding Mu Xingzhi's fingertips.
This is embarrassing...
Su Qingluan tried to withdraw her fingers naturally, but Mu Xingzhi held them instead.
Mu Xingzhi's fingertips had been stained by her body temperature, becoming less cold and having a faint warmth. However, the temperature of his entire palm was still on the cool side.
Su Qingluan didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered that one of her roommates in college had said that in her grandmother's hometown, there was a saying that if the palms were cold, it meant that the person was unlucky and unloved. If the palms were hot, it meant that many people cared for and loved him or her.
She didn't know why she suddenly thought of this sentence, but this sentence made her not pull her hand out immediately. Instead, she let the other party hold her hand gently, as if this could pass her body temperature to the other party. After all, Su Qingluan was loved by many people in this life.
Then, it would be okay for her to be more generous and give him a little bit, right?
Su Qingluan thought so.
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