Chapter 516 Four Literary Masters, Talks Fail, Fight!

"Is Captain Mo using the method of provoking generals to make Ci Song take the initiative to plunge into danger?"

Ci Song stared at the housekeeper quietly, but the housekeeper always lowered his head and held Ci Song's hands in front of him, not daring to look at Ci Song.

"Ci Song is not a fool. Please tell Lieutenant Mo that if I don't see Yao'er in half an hour, I will demolish the Lieutenant's Mansion."

Ci Song spoke coldly, his tone full of solemnity.

When the housekeeper heard this, his expression changed slightly, then he hesitated, bowed his hands to Ci Song, and then turned around and walked into the Taiwei's house.

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In a courtyard of Taiwei Mansion, Mo Yao naturally heard Ci Song's previous words. She frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry about Ci Song.

"Father, brother Ci Song has a deep love for his daughter. My daughter really can't bear any harm to him. Father, you should let your daughter see him."

Mo Yao's thoughts were fully understood by Mo Quan. He touched Mo Yao's forehead, full of affection: "Yao'er, your father naturally knows about the relationship between you and Ci Song. It's just your grandfather... Alas. ”

Mo Quan sighed. Now he was completely disappointed with his father. However, as Taiwei Mo had said before, he alone had the final say in the entire Taiwei Mansion. As the eldest son, he did not have much in the manor. The right to speak.

"I have decided that when today's matter is over, I will leave the Taiwei's Mansion."

Hearing this, Mo Yao looked at Mo Quan with some confusion and said, "Father, where are you going?"

"Go to Qingzhou. Your mother is buried there. I miss her."

There were tears in Mo Quan's eyes. He changed his tone and brought the topic out: "You don't have to worry about this, Yao'er. Father knows that your only concern in the Taiwei's Mansion is me. That's why you stayed here today." Here, as long as I leave the Taiwei Mansion, you will have much less worries in the future. "

"Father..."

"Yao'er, remember, even if you and Ci Song get married in the future, you must be a self-improving woman. You can treat Ci Song as your true love, love her, and rely on her, but you must never let yourself become just one. A woman who can rely on Ci Song to survive. As a father, I always hope that you can live a wonderful and happy life like your mother."

Mo Yao stared at Mo Quan blankly, the expectation and love in his eyes could be seen. For a moment, Mo Yao was a little speechless. It had been a long time since his father had communicated honestly and honestly with him like he did today.

"I'll go outside and take a look, and try to persuade your grandfather on the way. If he can't be persuaded, what happens next will depend on the confrontation between him and Ci Song."

After saying that, Mo Quan turned around and left. Mo Yao was the only one left in the courtyard. She looked at Mo Quan's retreating back, her eyes were red, and her vision was a little blurry.

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At this moment, four men stood quietly in front of the gate of the Taiwei Mansion. They were wearing uniform gray ink robes, and the hems of their robes swayed gently with the breeze, like ink ripples in the night. Although the four people are all wearing the same clothes, their age and temperament are very different, as if four pictures with different styles are juxtaposed.

The oldest man looked to be eighty or ninety years old. His face was covered with traces of time, and wrinkles were criss-crossing like ravines. Although his eyes were slightly cloudy, they revealed a deep light. He was holding an exquisite crutch, and just standing there revealed a calmness and calmness that had gone through many hardships.

The youngest man among them is similar in age to Shang Han and others, and has a mustache, which adds a bit of maturity and wisdom. He has a handsome face and bright eyes. Although he is still young, the literary aura exuding from him is no weaker than those of the older generation of writers.

Of the other two, one had a goatee and the other had a bald head. The man with the goatee has a thin face and a pair of sharp eyes, while the bald man looks more rugged. His face is broad and his skin is slightly dark, revealing a healthy wild beauty, which also makes him look a little more rugged. heroic.

Although these four people have different temperaments, they have one thing in common. The literary aura exuded by them is extremely powerful, and they have all reached the realm of literary giants.

Confronting them were Shang Han, Zhuang Ya, Sun Buxiu, and Gao Chu Qiu who came down from the other four carriages. Ci Song stood in front of the four of them, negotiating with them.

"It seems that the Taiwei's Mansion has indeed been prospering recently. It can actually recruit four literary giants as its guests. No wonder Taiwei Mo dares to confront our General's Mansion."

Sun Buxiu looked at the four literary giants with disdain, not taking them seriously at all.

"Yes, although this Mo Yun doesn't have any special abilities, he knows how to take advantage of the situation. When the Taiwei Mansion was in decline, Mo Yun relied on the power of our General Mansion to survive until now. Now that the Wei Mansion has been destroyed, Mo Yun Yun holds the dual positions of imperial censor and Taiwei, so he is extremely powerful, so it is understandable that he recruits four literary giants. "

When Shang Han spoke, he crossed his arms and looked extremely indifferent.

"I don't know where you got the confidence to say such arrogant things?"

Seeing Sun Buxiu and Shang Han mocking them, the four literary giants in the Taiwei Mansion could no longer bear it. The goatee-bearded writer stood up and spoke to Sun Buxiu, Shang Han and others.

"You four are determined to help Captain Mo?"

At this moment, Ci Song, who was standing in front of Shang Han and others, spoke, "The realm of literary masters is the pinnacle of literary cultivation. If you move up, you will become a saint. The four of you can reach this level of cultivation. I think you can be called 'young talents, dragons and phoenixes among men'. Ci Song does not want to be your enemy."

"Ci boy, we don't intend to be your enemy, but the four of us have now joined the Taiwei Mansion and become guests of the Taiwei Mansion. Therefore, we can't stand idly by today's events."

Another literary master spoke to Ci Song. It was the old literary master. He held a cane and limped forward. His words were full of righteousness, but his eyes naturally swept over Ci Song. Obviously, he was assessing Ci Song's strength.

"If you leave now, we won't make it difficult for you."

"Yes, although we are guests of Mr. Mo, today's matter is, after all, just following orders from us. The reason we are here is just because we are worried that the general's mansion will hurt Mr. Mo today."

Seeing this, the other two literary masters also spoke up. They talked one after another and completely distanced themselves from the matter.

After hearing this, Ci Song smiled helplessly and said, "There is no way. My wife is under house arrest by General Mo. I must bring her back. If the four of you insist on stopping us, then there will be only a battle between us today."

"Our responsibility is to keep Miss Mo in the General's Mansion."

"It seems that there is no reason for us to talk today."

"Do it."

As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, black and white talents mixed to form an ink dragon, as if flying out of the ink pool, sweeping across the entire sky, and immersing the entire General's Mansion in black and white.

"Is this the Taoist world losing color?"

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