Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Afterwards, Mu Xiyin stared at the long list of bottles and jars on the table for a long while, and with her lips tensed, she quietly took out a bottle of laxatives and perspiration medicine from the pile of things.

She chose two, because she was afraid that the physique of Wen's elite army would be much better than ordinary people, and the amount of medicine needed would be large, plus the loss in the middle, one bottle of medicine might not be enough to bring down the entire Fuli camp. Ma, purposely squeezed out extra bottles for spare.

Unexpectedly, her act of begging for stability, in the eyes of the young man, unexpectedly had another meaning out of thin air.

"Hehe," Mo Junli frowned, staring at the woman's palm with a smile, his tone dragged on for a long time, "Laxatives and perspiration medicines..."

"Sister Mu moved her hands, and she really is straightforward enough. I admire you." The young man said, and cupped his hands with a playful smile after finishing speaking.

When Mu Xiyin heard the words, she felt a shudder run down her spine for no reason—her intuition told her that the little brat in front of her must have misunderstood something accidentally, but her instinct made her resist thinking about what exactly he misunderstood.

——Adding sweat medicine to the laxative, she didn't want to know what outrageous consequences this would cause.

Mu Da coach pursed his lips and fell into silence, while Mo Junli shamelessly regarded her silence as tacit consent.

So the young man joyfully put away the pile of paper bags and porcelain bottles, then handed over a secret letter to Sang Ruo Huangting, and followed Mu Xiyin to Qingyuwei's marching camp to order troops.

Probably because Fu Kaiyun had made an agreement with Mo Junli and the others before, Sang Ruo's reply to the letter was faster than everyone expected.

The letter was sent out the first day, and the people in Guanfeng Pavilion had already received a reply from Sang Ruo Huangting at noon the next day.

Seven days later, twenty elite Qingyu Guards carefully selected by Mu Xiyin joined Mo Junli, and 21 of them set foot on the road that bypassed Xianshui and went up the mountain on time.

At that time, the gates of Rouhanguan were closed everywhere, and a row of frontier soldiers in battle armor and holding strong bows stood on the city wall.

Before climbing the mountain road, the young man turned around and waved at the woman in crimson clothes who stood at the top of the city and looked at her age of only [-] years, until the figures of the group disappeared completely between the winding mountain roads, and the soldiers on the city wall Only then did they dare to let go of the bows and arrows they were holding in their hands.

"Your Majesty, who is that... who greeted you just now?" Yi Qinwei asked cautiously tentatively, and Fu Kaiyun responded with an unclear look.

The woman rolled up her sleeves and looked at the round of tomorrow above the dome with her hands behind her back. When she spoke, her voice couldn't tell whether it was complicated or sad: "An old friend."

"An...an old man who has been kind to Southern Xinjiang."

*
"Your Highness, what should we do in a while?"

On the mountain road, Xiao Hongze, who was carrying a shoulder pole, was playing with the two bamboo baskets on the hook with a smile, trotting two steps from time to time, and jumping up to grab the leaves on the branches beside the road.

Ever since he decided to follow Mu Xiyin to change his mind and start a new life in the Qingyu Guard, he has been training quite hard, and now he is also a well-known fighter in the camp.

Moreover, he is playful and active by nature, but usually in the camp he is under the pressure of Mu Da's instructor, so he doesn't dare to make mistakes. Today, as soon as he entered the mountain and left the control of others, he seemed like a stubborn monkey returning home, and became more bold and bold.

"Why, you haven't climbed this mountain for a long time, and you are anxious to go to Fuli's handsome camp?" Mo Junli laughed when he heard the sound, then raised his eyebrows and patted Xiao Hongze's shoulder, holding the pole disguised as a pole The stick's gunfire forcefully forced his feet to touch the ground, "Jump slowly, don't scatter the things in the basket later."

"Ham, that's not true." Xiao Hongze, who stopped for a while, scratched his head with a smirk, and gritted his teeth in embarrassment, "Your Highness, the younger one is not anxious, but the younger one is excited."

"Oh?" The boy hugged his chest amusedly, "Then why are you so excited?"

"Of course I'm excited to finally have a job to do." Xiao Hongze chirped with his eyes wide open, "Hey, Your Highness, you don't know, the soldiers under Duke Guo are too powerful. When Fuli called us to fight, how many times did we You can't touch the front at all!"

"Basically, it's just following them in the corner to pick up leaks, make up for the knife, and help them tie up two prisoners of war by the way, and the other ones can't get in at all-this is a burden for us brothers, I haven't practiced for a while, I feel The hand holding the firearm is dead!"

"So you said, can you not be excited about this little one! Moreover, this is the first time since our Qingyu Guards established their camp, we have independently taken over such an important task."

The young man dressed as a traveling merchant rubbed his hands on the shoulder pole: "The little one is so excited that he can't wait to run into the Fuli camp and capture the Wen family's general alive; Sister is ashamed."

"Our sister?" Mo Junli suddenly grasped a certain point when he heard this, and Xiao Hongze, who was on the verge of excitement, nodded after hearing the words, "Yes, our sister."

"That's it, Your Highness." Jiang Siran, who had been quietly leading the horse before, took a step forward when he saw this, raised his sleeves at the young man, and explained unhurriedly, "Our governor is too powerful. Everyone is convinced by her."

"But we usually call her Shizifei, which sounds awkward, and calling her Dudu is too blunt; but if we just call her Coach Mu, it doesn't sound unique enough to show her status, so the few of us Brothers get together in private and count together, so regardless of age, they respect her as 'sister'."

"——this is 'our sister'." Jiang Siran smiled and rolled her eyes, grinning her teeth stupidly.

Mo Junli looked at the stupid appearance of this group of hopeless former Beijing-zhong dudes, and couldn't help lowering his head and let out an almost silent laugh.

In the final analysis, with his sixth brother at the forefront all these years, no matter how noisy these gangsters in Ganjing are, they are just idlers and talkative.

And this group of people is just like what Mu Xiyin said, those who can stay in the Qingyu Guard until the end are all just stupid children with good temperament.

So he didn't have much opinion on them, and occasionally he thought these dudes named Chacha were cute.

- like now.

"Don't worry, the task this time is not too difficult. We are well prepared, and we still have a great chance of winning." The young man who had laughed enough pretended to be serious, and comforted everyone, then turned his head and rolled his eyes, "It's just that in Before that, we have to make some small preparations.”

"—Among you, is there anyone who can speak the dialect of Sangruo or Fuli?"

The dandies looked at each other when they heard this, and no one dared to speak up for a while.

"It's fine to be able to speak Fuli's Mandarin, but it's better to have a slight Southern Provincial accent." Mo Junli smacked his lips, "It sounds more real this way."

"Your Highness, I can speak Beijing dialect." Xiao Hongze raised his hand in response, "But the words may not be authentic."

"It's fine if you can talk, it doesn't matter if you don't know the place." The young man waved his sleeves, and casually took out a bag of marked white flour from a small cart in the team, and threw it into the bamboo basket beside Xiao Hongze, "traveling businessman Well, I spend more than half of the year on the road, so it's normal for my accent to pop up."

"It's just that one person may not be enough. Is there anyone else who can talk about Fuli?"

Sister, Qingyuwei's only designated sister.

bushi.

It's the Chinese New Year, and these gangsters don't like to work, so they can play two thousand dramas anyway.

Sure enough, if the character is too active, the author is very humble, and he is also humble today.