The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

After seeing Han Xianlan off, Wang Que and Mo Lingqing entered the attic.

Xiaolan fiddled in the courtyard for a while, and after a while, the formation of isolation and exploration covered the entire attic courtyard.

In the attic, Xiaoju was brewing tea, while Wang Que and Mo Lingqing were sitting not far away chatting about something.........

"I thought it was a defensive magic weapon, but it turned out to be a hammer attack magic weapon."

Wang Que played with the mini version of the hammer and then handed it to Mo Lingqing: "Madam, take it and use it. This thing is a magic weapon of the Sky Bridge Realm. I can't exert its power for the time being."

Wang Xiong gave Han Xianlan a defensive magic weapon, while Han Shengyu could only give out an attacking magic weapon. The comparison of the foundation was clear at a glance.

Mo Lingqing did not refuse, and took the magic hammer and looked at it.

Wang Que closed the jade box and said in a calm voice: "Madam, are you still thinking about your mother's family?"

Mo Lingqing glanced at Xiaoju and the others, and the four women immediately understood and got up and walked out of the attic.

On the tea table not far away, half-brewed tea was still emitting hot steam...

After the attic door was closed, Mo Lingqing whispered: "I have thought of many possibilities for the death of my parents. The current result is not my worst assumption."

"I thought my parents' death would be related to the current emperor, but now it seems that the mastermind is someone else."

Wang Que took Mo Lingqing's hand: "Investigate this matter slowly. The current prime minister is divided into left and right. Only when we determine which prime minister it is can we slowly investigate the forces below."

Mo Lingqing pursed her red lips: "It's difficult to investigate. The prime minister has a huge power. Maybe before we find any clues, the people under the prime minister will find us."

"What does the lady want to do?" Wang Que turned his head and looked at Mo Lingqing: "Based on my understanding of the lady, the lady will never give up."

Under the red veil , Mo Lingqing sneered: "The hatred between parents is irreconcilable, this matter will definitely not be let go."

"I can't move them at my current level, but if I step into the virtual realm and enter the void plane battlefield, if I can survive in the void plane battlefield........."

"With my talent, I have a chance to reach the transcendent realm after a hundred years in the void plane battlefield!"

"As long as I have the strength of the transcendent realm, the emperor of Zhou will not win me over, and Zhang will win me over!"

"I'm not in a hurry about this matter. So many years have passed. I have the patience."

Wang Que stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Lingqing in his arms and whispered: "A hundred years is a bit too long. As far as I know, the princes of Zhou are now competing for the position of the crown prince."

"Once the crown prince ascends the throne, the power of the dynasty will change drastically..."

Wang Que didn't say the rest, but Mo Lingqing understood.

Mo Lingqing raised her head slightly and looked at Wang Que: "My husband, you'd better not do this. The muddy water here is too much for him to handle, even if he has the support of the Wang family and the Golden Sheep Clan."

Wang Que's eyes flashed with thought: "My husband... doesn't have to rely on the family."

"As far as I know, every change of the throne is accompanied by blood and rain, and the struggles between various factions are extremely brutal."

"But no matter which prince wins, he needs literati to praise him."

"In the imperial capital, there is only one Yunxiao Academy, and the dean of Yunxiao Academy is a second-rank official."

"So no matter which prince, they will win over the dean of Yunxiao Academy."

"If we We can win over the dean of Yunxiao Academy... This matter is not without room for maneuver. "

Mo Lingqing frowned slightly: "Winning over the dean of Yunxiao Academy is no easier than dealing with the prime minister."

Wang Que smiled when he heard this: "But this matter seems very simple to me, anyway, it is much simpler than dealing with the prime minister."

"As long as the dean of Yunxiao Academy likes poetry and songs, I will have a way to win him over."

Mo Lingqing's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Could my husband write a better poem than "Jiangjinjiu"? "

"Hahaha..." Wang Que laughed. He couldn't write a poem, but he could recite it!

"It's a bit difficult to surpass "Jiangjinjiu", but poems that are almost the same are still simple."

Mo Lingqing's mood was slightly rippled. Wang Que now has much more charm than before.

Because of her feelings, she can ignore Wang Que's previous appearance.

But now that Wang Que has undergone a transformation... his appearance has been raised to a higher level.

There is affection and he is pleasing to the eye... bang...

Wang Que was pushed down on the mat!

This is a rare initiative by Mo Lingqing!

Xiaoying had been put into Bingque Palace by Mo Lingqing a long time ago, and now there were only the two of them in the attic...

The fire was ignited at the touch of a finger.!

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, Han Xianlan looked at Big-breasted Mei: "Xiaomei, why are you all out?"

Big-breasted Mei's expression remained unchanged: "The king and the young lady have something to talk about."

Han Xianlan shook his folding fan and continued to knock on the door, saying: "Brother Que, Brother Xue, I have an appointment with Brother Yanhua. Let's go to the restaurant to set up a banquet and wait for him to come."

After a while, Wang Que, with a calm face, opened the door. Behind him, Mo Lingqing, wearing a red veil, looked cold.

But coldness is her normal state, and Han Xianlan doesn't care: "Let's go, Brother Que, it will take us two hours to get to the restaurant. When we get there, Brother Yanhua will probably be here too."

"Okay." Wang Que nodded, suppressing the boiling blood in his body..........

Although being affectionate with his wife is important, the matter of "Three Turns of the Sutra on the Earth Bridge" is more important.

The little fox in Mo Lingqing's arms flashed out. She needed to calm down now, and stroking her fur was a good way to relieve it.

In the north of Zige City, this place was hung with red lights and colorful flags, and it looked like a place of entertainment.

In one of the most glorious restaurants, Wang Que and others were sitting here.

"Brother Yanhua, this is my brother Wang Que, and this is... Mrs. Wang."

In the box with an isolation formation, Han Xianlan stretched out his hand and continued to introduce: "Brother Que, Fellow Daoist Xue, this is Mo Yanhua, the young patriarch of the Mo family, the largest family in Zige City, Brother Yanhua!"

Wang Que looked at Mo Yanhua, and Mo Yanhua was also looking at Wang Que and Mo Lingqing.

This Mo Yanhua was tall and strong, and his appearance was also quite extraordinary. Judging from his demeanor, that was the temperament that only those who had been in a high position for a long time had.

"I am Wang Que, and I have met Brother Yanhua." Wang Que took the initiative to break the ice and greeted him.

Although Mo Yanhua was the young patriarch of the Mo family, he was not arrogant and returned the greeting with a fist: "Brother Wang Que is polite. It is said that Brother Wang Que wrote a poem called "Wine" last month?"

Wang Que smiled and said, "It's just normal. I didn't expect it to reach Brother Yanhua's ears."

For such a big event, the children of the big families must know about it, so it is not surprising that Mo Yanhua knew about it.

Mo Yanhua smiled and nodded: "Although I am not a literati, Brother Wang Que's poem is really good and heroic. Let's not talk about anything else today. Let's drink first!"

"As for when to talk..." Mo Yanhua waved his hand, and a dozen jars of wine suddenly appeared beside him: "You are not allowed to use spiritual power. You can go to the toilet. Either I drink you down, or you drink me down."

"What do you think? Do you dare to take it?" He was testing Wang Que's courage.

But when it comes to drinking... Wang Que is no match for anyone. After all, he has a liquor with a much higher alcohol content than all the liquors in Zhou State!

Wang Que smiled and waved his hand, and six jars of liquor appeared on the table!

"Brother Yanhua, your liquor is not strong enough. You want to compete with me? If you have the guts, let's compete with my strong liquor!"

"If I get you drunk, I want to see your Mo family ancestor. If I get drunk by you, I will go back to where I came from. How about that!"

Mo Yanhua narrowed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he laughed: "Okay! Those who come to my Mo family want to see the "Three Turns of the Earth Bridge Sutra", but our family does not show this sutra to mediocre people. If you can really get me drunk, I will call you brother when I leave this door today!"

Wang Que slammed his hand on the table: "Zhu Zi, open the wine and fill it up for Master Yan Hua!"

"Use a bowl?" Mo Yanhua curled her lips: "Who are you looking down on? If you, Wang Que, are a real man, then compete with me in drinking jars."

Wang Que smiled, and then stood up and picked up the jar and said meaningfully: "Master Yan Hua, if you make a fool of yourself later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"I have never lost in a drinking contest, you should worry about yourself." Mo Yanhua also stood up and picked up a jar of wine!

On the side, Han Xianlan, who didn't understand why the situation had turned so drastically, lowered his head slightly with a strange look on his face. He knew how powerful Wang Que's wine was.

He drank it in one gulp at that time... and almost coughed himself to death...