Duanmu's face was deep and dignified, and his voice was extremely cold. "Get on your knees. ”

Yun Xiao was still holding Bai Lian who dragged out of the woman's sleeve in his hand, and frowned when he heard this.

Didn't kneel down immediately.

Ye Luye stood behind the wooden wheelchair, glanced at Yun Xiao, and looked coldly at Wen Danqing, who was stunned: "This son is full of filth, and he is disrespectful to you, Master, and there is nothing wrong with the junior brother to teach him a lesson." ”

Duanmu Xiaoxian sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair, his face was pale and cold, his lips were pursed, and he didn't say anything.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the woman's face, and in the next moment, he knelt down.

Wen Danqing woke up at this time, and was so frightened that he stepped back and pointed his right hand at Yun Xiao: "You...... You just wanted to kill me......! You...... Femme...... The evil ......" was not finished, and Queen Cang retreated, crawling and fleeing.

"Young Master Cousin, Young Master Cousin!" The servants couldn't call out, and hurriedly turned to the white-clothed man in the chair and saluted: "Thank you, sir! The matter of the moment is that the young master of my family wants to do it first, and there is a mistake first, neither the Pingcheng Wen family nor the Shengle Kong family dare to pursue it, Mr. does not need to anger the disciples, I will leave here!"

"Lu'er, send them out of the valley. ”

Ye Luye's face was slightly cold, and he didn't say much, and responded with his sword: "Yes." With that, he swept over and chased after him.

The man in Tsing Yi knelt quietly on the ground, staring down at the grass in the forest, without saying a word.

Duanmu Xiaoxian turned his axis away, and took back Bai Lian who was holding in his hand. Nor was there a word.

The man in Tsing Yi wanted to get up and push the wooden wheelchair, but he didn't hear the woman's call, nor did he hear the woman's words telling him to get up, so he didn't dare to move after being quiet for a while.

In the forest of thousands of trees, the wooden chair is light and slowly turns away. The two figures, one white and one green, one is holding the axis far away, and the other is kneeling quietly and slowly moving away.

……

Outside the plug, Shengle City.

A thick curtain carriage with a thick curtain as deep as ink slowly traveled on the main road of North Street.

There are pedestrians on the side of the road who see it, and they all look at it with a warning look.

In the carriage, Mo Ran, who had been tired for days of traveling, looked slightly tired, leaning on the back wall of the carriage and closing his eyes and resting.

The back wall of the wooden carriage is raised with a horizontal wood, although the velvet blanket is hung, and the head rests on it and the back of the head hurts as the body shakes, but the man in the ink and moire seems to be unaware, and his breathing is always shallow, and his eyes are silent.

Mo Yiran was originally sitting quietly in a corner of the car, turned his eyes to the man, then got up and sat side by side with Mo Ran, stretched out his hand and gently supported the man's head against his shoulder, and then sat up straight, silent.

The carriage slowly drove close to the end of North Street, and a simple and heavy old Zhumen mansion could be seen standing quietly in the distance, and the two stone lions in front of the door were mighty, one left and one right opened their mouths and roared.

"Sir, son, Wuzong Confucius Mansion is in front. ”

Mo Yiran replied lightly, then reached out and brushed the corner of the curtain on one side and glanced forward.

Vendors and pawns on both sides of the road can be seen sporadically, and from time to time, young men in white and blue coats and student uniforms lead people in martial arts uniforms to walk by solemnly. Yu Guang glanced at the carriage consciously or unconsciously, frowning quietly and his eyes were sharp.

Mo Yiran had a slight color in his eyes, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his head and took out the iron mask and put it on.

At this moment, a pitch-black crow with a white neck and feathers "croaked" softly outside, and landed on the edge of the carriage window.

Mo Yiran stretched out his hand to it, and the black and white crow immediately squeezed open the thick curtain and got into the car, and flew down on the young man's arm again, tilting his head and licking his feet.

The black-clad boy took off the bamboo tube on his lap and poured out the book.

After reading it, the fingers were transformed into powder.

"What did you say?" Mo Ran woke up at some point, the tiredness on his face was not finished, his head rested on the young man's shoulder and did not move for a while, only slightly closed his eyes and asked.

"At the end of September, the imperial court soldiers and horses did not move for seven days, and on the eighth day, the main general of the Chinese army, Wu Ya Shuyun, personally led the troops to launch an attack from the southeast of Yizhou, and fought four times with the Ling Wang rebel army in Zhoushui and Buwolf Mountain, and won all four battles, and the imperial court recovered the largest Qike County in Yizhou, and now the main force is stationed in Pingyi at the junction of Qike County and Zhuti County. ”

Mo Ran listened, and frowned slightly: "This is the middle of November, and the end of September is not more than a month, and there are four battles in the rest of the month, and the imperial court soldiers and horses who have traveled long distances to Yizhou are almost not allowed to rest, why did Wu Ya stop the clouds and attack so fiercely?"

The young man in black was silent. "What does the father-in-law think?"

"Solve it quickly and avoid future troubles...... Mo Ran got up and sat up straight, looking at the crow that landed on the young man's arm. "The court is worried, and Wu Ya is worried about stopping the clouds, so he is eager to pacify the chaos of the king, avoid the problem of the supply of grain and grass, and avoid another major trouble......"

"What is the big trouble?" the young man asked, and then said: "But I only feel that Ling Wang Ye Qi has obtained the military treasury map, and his strength has increased greatly, so he should not be so passive and lose consecutive battles." ”

Mo Ran bowed slightly. "Not bad. What's more, there is one person who assists him. ”

The black-clothed young man raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "My father-in-law is talking about Helian Qizhi." ”

Mo Ran looked at the front quietly, was silent for a moment, and then said: "This move between him and King Ling is very likely to be intended to preserve strength. ”

At this time, the little guy who was driving the car outside the car said lightly, slowly stopped the carriage, and shouted: "Sir, son, it's here~"

Although he was in the car, Mo Yiran clearly felt the hesitation of the passers-by around the carriage.

The black-clothed young man looked cold, and said: "Different from the last time when I accompanied my father-in-law to this place, this time Shengle City is full of murderous atmosphere, and I don't see the bustle and noise, but I saw people wearing Confucian Wenzong student uniforms leading martial arts disciples in martial arts uniforms to patrol back and forth on the street, their faces are all dignified, and they are very vigilant, as if they are facing a great enemy." Mo Yiran paused for a moment and continued: "As my father-in-law said when he set out, something had already happened to the Kong family. ”

Although Mo Ran looked tired on his face, he still saw a soft color between his eyebrows and eyes, and looked at the young man beside him: "I just hope that I haven't come too late." ”

The young man said: "The shadow master also informed that at the beginning of the cold month, Wen Mo Ran secretly traveled out of Luoyang, and he was also in the direction of Saiwai. ”

Mo Ran's eyes were gloomy. "Mei Shuying's death, this person cheered up quickly...... In this way, the imperial court has never relaxed its supervision of the Confucian family, and Wen Mo Ran also came here, proving that the worst has probably happened. ”

Mo Yiran looked back at him.

Mo Ran was also looking at him. Look at each other...... The man in the ink-clothed moire suddenly reached out and stroked the young man's hair, "You remember the fact that you came here with your father-in-law, do you remember?"

The boy nodded: "Yes." After a pause, he said: "I have not forgotten anything I have experienced with my father-in-law, and I remember it." ”

Mo Ran's eyes showed light sadness and tiredness, and he sighed inaudibly. "Do you regret it?"

The black-clothed young man held Mo Ran's wrist, raised his lips and smiled: "Sometimes when I meet someone I want to remember alone, but it is difficult to remember, I will feel regretful, but I have never regretted it." I always remember that you never forced me, it was my own choice to become Mo Yiran. The fingers tightened, and the young man looked directly at him, leaned over and pressed his forehead against it: "Be you." ”

Mo Ran's fingers trembled, and the sadness in his eyes only deepened.

Mo Ran got out of the carriage, and the little guy had already returned from the door of Wuzong Confucius's mansion.

"Childe, sir, as soon as they heard that we were here to find Mr. Kong Yi, their faces were not very good, and they didn't say whether to report or not, they turned around and ran away. The little guy said, "But it's not to run to the door, it's to run out of the door......

Mo Ran stood beside the carriage, looked at the passers-by who came and went, intentionally or unintentionally, and only asked, "Which direction are you running?"

The little guy stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "This is the road to the east." ”

The man in the ink coat with cloud patterns looked warm, and said softly: "Then let's wait." ”

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow swept in, with wide sleeves facing the wind, and the ink-colored cloud brocade robe on his body was as dark as night, rising and falling. "Are you Moran?"

Mo Ran looked back at the dark but pure eyes of the person, and bowed his head gently.

"Are you friends with Zijia?"

Zijia is the word of Kong Yi. Mo Ran listened and bowed his head again.

When the man saw this, he immediately turned around and walked quickly: "So, follow." ”

Mo Ran looked at his back and was silent for a moment, then followed.

The black-clothed young man with an iron mask on his face walked behind Mo Ran with a sword, only following silently, without saying a word.