The man in green also said angrily: "That's it, aren't you still singing a song as soon as you are frightened and screaming! Everyone is half a pound and eight taels, what qualifications do you have to talk about us!"

Mo Xiaochi stepped forward with a sneer. He wore a white cloak with a blue lining on his shoulders, and held a bamboo flute in his hand, and his ten fingers were red from the cold.

"How can it be a bad thing to have a fire on the east, west, and north sides?" Mo Xiaochi stopped in front of everyone and raised his head and said, "If you want me to say, this is a great good thing, a great thing that is rare in a hundred years!"

The man in black frowned and said, "You don't talk nonsense! I'm glad they're on fire! The bigger the fire, the better! The question is that if you burn them, do you get the benefit?"

Mo Xiaochi sneered: "It's my great benefit that they are on fire! If you have the guts, it will not only be my benefit, but also your benefit." ”

The man in red exclaimed: "Is it possible that you want to ......"

"Not bad. Mo Xiaochi's voice was crisp and firm, "Our manly husbands have been bullied by this group of women for so long, we can't return to our homes, we can't redress our grievances, and we should take this opportunity to get out of the sea of suffering! This is the only opportunity for God to have mercy on us, and if we don't grasp it, we will definitely regret it! A dignified seven-foot boy is not allowed to enter the cabinet to worship the prime minister, glorify his ancestors, and must not be loyal to the country on the battlefield, must not be filial piety and family happiness, and must not live in seclusion in the world of poetry, wine, songs, and paintings, is it in vain? Do you still remember the wind and moon in your hometown? Where are your relatives and friends when the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Even if the eldest husband sleeps in the open for his family, how can he give up his body and become a slave to his subordinates? Take a woman's joy and anger as a storm, thunder and lightning for a lifetime? Wait until you are old and decrepit, and then be killed by someone? If you don't come out today, you would rather die immediately!"

Mo Xiaochi clenched the bamboo flute, his eyes were red, but he was arrogant and angry.

The men were stunned for a moment, and the birds were silent.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause in the shadow of the moon, and he said again: "Well said!"

Mo Xiaochi looked back in surprise. There was a person standing faintly under the eaves, arching his fists, and said: "Mo Xianggong doesn't need to panic, I am the person you live in the East Courtyard of the Gate, my surname is Liu, and my name is Shangshao and Xiayan." ”

Mo Xiaochi frowned.

Liu Shaoyan said again: "What do you think of Mo Xianggong's words? ”

Everyone groaned slightly, and the man in black said first: "I don't care about those, Mo Xiaochi is right, I have to leave here today!"

"Not bad!" The man in red also said: "This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if we don't grasp it, we are born cheap!"

Everyone hurriedly echoed one after another, and they were very excited.

"Okay, good," Liu Shaoyan chuckled, "Do you know that there are a total of seventy-eight fierce horses coming towards Nanyuan?"

"What did you say?" Mo Xiaochi's eyes immediately lit up, "Is there really a horse?"

"Listen. Liu Shaoyan was silent for a long time, and the sound of hooves in the wind and fire gradually became clearer and closer. "I didn't lie to you, did I?" he just ......," he paused, followed by a loud sigh. The wind and fire are so strong that they can't hide a sigh.

Mo Xiaochi hurriedly said, "Just what?"

"It's just that you're too young and too simple. ”

In the dark, Liu Shaoyan seemed to laugh for a while, and quickly retracted it, and said: "Although these seventy-eight fast horses can allow you to ride and escape, these seventy-eight bareback and unbridled startling horses can also trample you to the ground, and break your bones!" (To be continued......