After Mo Shiyi finished speaking, he added in time: "The uncle and young master bandaged the wound of the lady, and the lady said that it was a trivial matter, so there is no need to tell the young master." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

At that time, I didn't say what the young lady meant, but now I don't say it, Mo Shiyi feels that he has to be beaten by the young master.

After hearing this, Yanxi just frowned, and there was not much emotional fluctuation, just a faint "um", indicating that he knew.

Mo Shiyi was a little strange, but he didn't say anything more.

Yan Xi rubbed his eyebrows, didn't know what he thought, and suddenly asked: "Thirty years ago, the Bai clan was defeated and offered a sunset bow, is this bow still there?" ”

"This ......" Mo Shiyi looked dazed, "my subordinates don't know." ”

Yan Xi only then remembered that the matter of the Bai clan's tribute thirty years ago was only mentioned by his mother when she was chatting with her father, and Mo Yi and the others were afraid and did not know, after all, it was just a tribute, and it had nothing to do with them.

It's just that he vaguely remembered that his mother said that the sunset bow, no one in the territory of Chu could pull it, and the Bai people were defeated, although it was a tribute, but it was also a provocation.

The first emperor was very angry back then, but he didn't refuse, but he didn't know where the sunset bow went in the end.

"I will write a letter and send it back to the capital to the saint."

Between Yan Xi and Emperor Qian, there is a special way of transmitting information, which is naturally faster.

"Yes."

Yan Xi wrote a letter, asking about the whereabouts of the sunset bow in the letter, and asked Emperor Qian for the sunset bow, and explained the recent matters one by one, so that he put the letter in the envelope and handed it to Mo Shiyi.

Mo Shiyi put the letter away, "What else does the young master command?" ”

"It's okay, you can go back."

"Yes."

Mo Shiyi was about to leave, Mo Yi came in with dumplings, the two looked at each other, nodded, and quickly left by mistake.

"Young master, dumplings sent by the young lady." Mo Yi put the hot soup dumplings in front of Yan Xi, and his tone was not without envy.

"Hmm."

A smile flashed in Yan Xi's eyes, and he picked up the chopsticks and ate them one by one.

The dumplings are obviously for two people, and Mo Fang is cooking the dumplings and has already eaten himself, but when he sees the young master eating, he inexplicably feels that he wants to eat more.

"How's it going?" Yan Xi suddenly asked.

Mo Yileng paused, quickly reacted, and replied in a low voice: "There are many obstacles, there is no progress now, and the soldiers who patrolled and guarded near the granary that day are still being detained separately, and they will not be given a chance to confess." ”

"Well, the harder you are in a hurry, the more proud the other party will be, and the easier it will be to catch the rat's tail when the time comes."

"Yes." Mo Yi's ability to do things is naturally undoubted, if it wasn't done on purpose, how could those rats escape so quickly?

Yan Xi finished eating the dumplings, put down the chopsticks, and sighed comfortably, but for a moment, his expression became cold again, "The grain, grass and winter clothes have been burned, but the Bai people have been quiet for the past two days, but I am afraid that something is brewing." ”

"Young master, I'm only afraid of a blizzard tonight." Mo Yi has been at the border for more than ten years, and he can deduce one or two just by looking at the sky.

Yan Xi frowned, pondered for a long time, and ordered: "Inform it, after dark, the resting soldiers will rest together, don't undress!" ”

"Yes, my subordinates will notify me later."

"Well, be alert tonight."

"My subordinates know." Mo Yiyi: "It's just that the soldiers have only drunk a little thin rice soup these days, and although it looks like nothing now, their bodies are really not suitable for the battlefield." ”

"The Bai clan and others are naturally like this." Yan Xi sneered, and his slightly narrowed eyes burst out with cold light.

Mo Yi was silent, and he didn't know whether to say that some people were too stupid or too naïve?

The young master of his own family has been mixed in the military camp for more than ten years, starting from a small soldier, he can win the trust of Emperor Qian, and personally take charge of 50,000 soldiers and horses in Licheng, and he has never had the idea of recovering his military power in the past few years, how can others easily calculate?

But that's okay, Licheng has only been peaceful for a year, and some people are ready to get restless and dare to jump up and down in front of the king of Hades, isn't it just not far from death!

**

Everything went on in an orderly manner, and the night came as scheduled.

The cold wind in Licheng in winter can penetrate into the bones, and the heavy snow is even more frequent, and the people who have lived in Licheng for generations can judge whether it is snowing or not by grading alone.

The night was dark, the wind was roaring, and I could only hear the cold wind blowing, and my cheeks seemed to be cut by a knife, and the pain was almost numb, and I couldn't feel the pain.

Yan Xi sat in front of the stove, his eyes closed as if resting, Mo Yi turned out the two sweet potatoes hidden in the ashes, and the fragrance suddenly filled the entire tent.

After waiting for a while, Mo Yi picked up the roasted sweet potatoes that were still very hot from the ground, handed one to Yan Xi, and kept one for himself to eat.

"Young master."

Yan Xi slowly opened his eyes, took the roasted sweet potato, as if he didn't feel the heat, and slowly opened the sweet potato skin, and the fragrance became even stronger.

Seeing the sweet potato, Yan Xi suddenly thought that once before, Xiao Jiu peeled the steamed sweet potato and mashed it into dough, rolled it into a cake shape, cut it into small pieces and fried it in oil, and made it into a sweet potato cake for him to eat.

Xiao Jiu had made a lot of food that he had never eaten, and it also brought him pleasure that he had never tasted, as if unconsciously, this girl suddenly filled his life, even such a roasted sweet potato, he could think of her.

Although it is just a small matter of eating and drinking, it is a warmth that no one can give in the ordinary.

Mo Yi was scalded by the sweet potato, and he ate half of it, but when he saw his young master staring at the peeled roasted sweet potato, his expression was gentle, and he immediately rolled his eyes, but he didn't even open his mouth.

Outside the tent, the cold wind was howling, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers were buried in it, causing a little unease for no reason.

After a long time, everything was wrapped in silver in the dark night, and the snowy night became more and more lonely.

The night was getting deeper, and the snow was getting heavier.

Mo Yi stood outside the tent and glanced outside, and subconsciously frowned when he saw the thickness of the snow on the ground.

This snow is heavier than he imagined, and if it continues to fall like this, I am afraid that the layout of these days will also be disrupted.

It's just that this kind of worry is always long, Mo Yi only thought about it for a moment, and soon left it behind, he turned around and walked to the stove and sat down, and said, "The snow is very heavy, if the Bai clan raids on horseback, the patrol will not be able to warn." ”

Yan Xi squinted, as if he hadn't heard Mo Yi's words, just looked at the flames, thinking about things intently.

Time passed slowly, and the wind in their ears seemed to be a little louder, and both of them waited quietly, although they didn't say anything, the atmosphere seemed to be gradually tense.

Suddenly, Yan Xi opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head to look at the tent door with sharp eyes, hooked his lips and smiled slowly, "It's here." ”