Yu Jun

Mo Qianlan strode towards the back of the thatched hall.

There are several rows of houses in the back, big and small, with doors and windows open, and soldiers are searching inside one by one. The food and grass are not damaged, and they are placed outside in piles, ready to be carried down the mountain at any time.

Mo Qianlan saw Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng sat at the table eating dates, took a bite, scratched his face, the dates in his hand were huge, and there were several pieces of date cakes on the table.

Yin Bei was sitting on her left, and the thin man who had kidnapped her was sitting on her right. The two stared at each other in disbelief.

Mo Qianlan's voice trembled: "Ah!"

Mo Lingfeng suddenly raised his head, looked at Mo Qianlan, then reached out and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.

"Ah!"

It wasn't until Mo Qianlan screamed out of her cough that she stood up holding the half-grained jujube and said "um".

Mo Qianlan crossed the threshold, went straight to Mo Lingfeng and squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and hugged Mo Lingfeng into his arms. Mo Lingfeng turned his head away first, and then buried his face uncontrollably In front of Mo Qianlan's chest, he sniffed hard, and hooked his arms around Mo Qianlan's neck.

In Mo Qianlan's cold and familiar breath, Mo Lingfeng opened his mouth and burst into tears: "Why did you come here!"

She burst into tears, crying until she lost her breath, tears streaming down her face, her head buried in Mo Qianlan's chest, and she couldn't stop shaking.

Mo Qianlan rubbed her back, almost heartbroken, and at the same time, his heart finally fell to the ground.

Mo Lingfeng was so tired from crying, she choked up on Mo Qianlan's body, and after another half a quarter of an hour, she wiped away her tears and nose on Mo Qianlan's body, and she struggled out of Mo Qianlan's arms, holding the half grain Dazaozi said in a low voice, "Brother, this is not good."

Her voice trembled, and her breath was chaotic: "Wu Jin's right hand was broken, how could you treat him like this?"

At first, she thought that Zhang Fengfeng had colluded with the thieves during the raid on the posthouse that night, but after entering Niuji Ridge, the thin thieves treated her respectfully. She stayed in the warm room, had food and drink, and even After Yin Nan quietly came to eat jujubes as big as his fist, the little man doubled his appetite on his own initiative.

She immediately understood that the matter of the post house had nothing to do with Zhang Gongfeng. Instead, it was Mo Qianlan who opened his bloody mouth and began to swallow the sky and the earth.

The upper lip touched the sky, and the lower lip touched the ground. He ate the autumn grain of the entire Kuanzhou, and devoured countless flesh and blood, and his appetite was not limited to this, and he would eat more, enough to make the Mo family reunite A ray of vitality.

But this mouth really shouldn't have bitten off Wu Jin's arm - Wu Jin is very good.

Mo Qianlan was stunned for a moment, and only then did he gather his energy to look at Mo Lingfeng.

No matter how respectful a small person is, Niujiling is not good enough. Her clothes are still dirty, her face is also dirty, her hair is tied by Yin Nan, and her horn buns are one big and one small. She looks up, revealing a pair of bright red Dan Fengyan.

Her face and hands were covered with small red rashes, which caused her to scratch the skin, and water flowed out. Wherever the water flowed, the rash grew there.

He was guilty, short of breath, and frightened. He was afraid that the mantis would catch the cicada and the oriole would be behind him. At this time, Mo Lingfeng was intact. Facing the accusation, he nodded and admitted: "Yes, brother is not good. Uncle Zhao has asked the doctor to take care of him His hand is connected, and it will heal after three months of raising it, and it will not affect his writing."

Mo Lingfeng then raised his hand and put the dates back on the table: "Where is grandma?"

"She's not dead. I've already sent someone to send her back to Kuanzhou." Mo Qianlan swallowed half of the words—the nanny is half dead, whether she can live or not depends on Li Yitie.

"Should I still go to Kyoto with Zhang Gongfeng?"

"not going."

Mo Lingfeng was exhausted from crying and hungry, so he reached out to take a piece of jujube cake: "What about the future?"

Mo Qianlan scanned the jujube cake and saw that it was clean, so he let her eat it: "From now on, you can go if you want to, and don't go if you don't want to."

In the bloody storm, Mo Lingfeng ate a whole jujube cake, because the jujube cake tasted very good, so he took another piece: "When will you go back?"

There was a little smile on Mo Qianlan's face: "You wait here."

He couldn't suppress the ecstasy of having lost and found in his heart, he hugged her vigorously, put his chin on top of her head again, and took a deep breath—warm and childlike.

Mo Lingfeng was very calm because she could never leave Mo Qianlan in the future, and reluctantly let Mo Qianlan hug her - through a layer of clothes, she felt that her bones and Mo Qianlan's bones were very painful.

After hugging for a while, Mo Qianlan reluctantly came out of the room where Mo Lingfeng was staying, walked into the airy thatched living room, stepped over a dead body and sat on the tiger-skin chair, straightened her legs, and leaned back on the chair Back, tilted his head back forcefully, exhaled a foul breath.

"Shiheng," he looked up at Zhao Shiheng, "Ah Jie only thinks about that brat."

Zhao Shiheng climbed from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. After going through twists and turns, his limp became more and more obvious. The more lame he was, the more he didn't want help, and he would rather walk slower and tired.

He asked someone to move a chair to sit down, then raised his foot, looked down at the sole of the shoe, disgusted by the blood on the shoe.

He prefers silent fighting, and the conspiracy in the dark is best carried out quietly, and he doesn't need to witness it with his own eyes-every conspiracy is forged with blood.

At such a time, Mo Qianlan still had the urge to be sour and jealous. He really wanted to ridicule the Jiedu envoy, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed and went out.

After sneezing, he looked at Mo Qianlan's frozen face like a green wax gourd, and swallowed back the harsh words - Mo Qianlan finally found a pillar of life, and it would be a good thing for him to say a few words of ridicule .

Furthermore, there are still important things to do, so don't waste your words.

He responded vaguely, turned his head to watch a soldier dragging away the corpse on the ground, and sneezed again.

The cold wind was blowing, the sky was dark, and the grass hall became a mourning hall under the light of the torches. Mo Qianlan was paralyzed like a ghost, and would roll to the ground if he moved slightly——I was overjoyed just now, but at this moment The headache was splitting, and the eyes were blurred, only blood remained.

He is insensitive, like a devil, the blood was created by him, and there will be more and hotter.

When the emperor thought about it, the whole family of the Mo family lay dead and bled for thousands of miles. The spectators all over the world and the officials of the dynasty all cheered and applauded, thinking that this was the emperor's art.

Then when Mo Qianlan thought, would Shi Bi give him a good comment on the blood of students, thieves, and soldiers shed?Or write down the meaning of the Son of Heaven in detail?

will not.

Because the history pen is also held in the hands of the emperor.

The corpses in the grass hall were moved out, and the sundries on the ground were also cleaned up. The leaders of the elite soldiers assembled their teams and came forward to inform Mo Qianlan that all the thieves had been wiped out, and their meritorious deeds had been completed.

Mo Qianlan nodded in satisfaction: "Since the thieves are wiped out, then the [-] guan will be rewarded to you."

The elite soldiers couldn't help being overjoyed when they heard such a big reward, they forgot to even thank them, they could only keep counting in their hearts how much [-] yuan could be divided into one person.

He didn't know how to calculate, and he couldn't figure it out after several calculations in his heart. When he was thinking that he, as a capital, could always get a little more, Zhao Shiheng seemed to have seen his doubts, and spoke out to help him solve his problems: " Two hundred guan per person, and another ingot of gold will be rewarded to you."