In the days when Yuegu Mountain lived, Qiyun didn't have any female companions, and it was Murong Yanran who lived in the same room with her. Her parents died, and she was the most beautiful girl in the Murong family. The clansmen remembered her as lonely and miserable, and took care of and pampered her.

Murong was very happy to see Qiyun, who was about the same age as himself. Maybe she has been lonely for a long time, and she chirps and talks to Qiyun every day. She learned that Qiyun studied under Mochuan and learned Langming Tianwu for two years, and she couldn't hide the envy in her eyes.

Outside the house, the snow was falling, and Qiyun saw that Murong was wearing the old felt cloak, looking arched and shrunk, so pitiful. She took off the white fox sable fur on her body and draped it on Murong Yanran's body. Murong Yan was so panicked that he hurriedly stood up, Qiyun held her hand, and said gently: "Yan'er, I'm not cold. I used to practice kung fu and I wasn't afraid of the cold. But you are soft and weak, and be careful that you are frozen. ”

Hearing her say this, Murong stopped his hand and caressed the soft fluff on the mink fur lovingly.

Her watery eyes looked at Qiyun earnestly, and her voice pleaded softly, "Sister Yun, you are so good to me. Can you please take me out of here?" For as long as I can remember, I have stayed in this lonely mountain in the moon, and I have never seen the world outside. There is a scarcity of things here, and sometimes they have to deal with the raids of the Rouran cavalry. In winter, the snow covers the mountains, and there is a lack of medical treatment, and every year the clansmen are trapped and die here. Seriously, I never want to live like this again! Our Murong clan has founded five Yan Kingdoms, and there are countless heroes and heroes, why are they shrinking in this wilderness? ”

Facing Murong's clear and expectant eyes, Qiyun was speechless, so he had to sigh. Murong is a girl like a flower, but she has to be trapped in the poor mountains and bad waters for the rest of her life. All this is a national vendetta, a cause of strife and war.

"I know that the elder brother of the palace master of the Dao Dao sends people to send a large amount of money and food every year, and he is also working hard to revive the Yan Kingdom. But why can't you take me with you? I can't do it, but there's always something I can do. I mentioned it to him many times, and every time he said he would make me wait. But when is that day? I just hope to be able to get out of here, and follow the palace master every day, even if I am a maid, I am willing. ”

"You do, I don't!" A cold voice interrupted Murong Yanran's words.

The two looked back, and it turned out that Mo Chuan was at the door, his posture was tall and proud, and he stood in the backlight like a fairy.

Murong Yanran hurriedly stood up, curtsied, and begged: "Brother Palace Master, take me away, let Yan'er serve you." I...... I never want to stay in this place again. ”

Mo Chuan's face was pale, slightly angry, and he rebuked Murong Anran: "As a royal family of my Murong clan, when can I be a maid?" I asked my people to take good care of you, not to make you a maid in the future. If you say something so unproductive, don't say it in the future. ”

Murong Yan lowered his head and was silent, his cheeks flushed.

Mo Chuan continued: "From time to time, I asked Mo Qi to send silver grain, mainly to support the thousands of iron horses in Murong's old department, and the daily consumption is very large, and the daily food and clothing of other clansmen are somewhat insufficient. You can stay up for a few more days, and our Murong clan will finally come out one day. At that time, what do you want? ”

Murong raised his head and said with tears in his eyes: "It is the mission of the clan to revive the Yan Kingdom and revitalize the Murong clan. Although she is a woman, can she only watch the palace master rush around and plan and stand by? ”

Mo Chuan coldly refused: "No, what we are doing is extremely dangerous." You can't help much, but it will kill you. Oblivion, you're here for a long time. I have important matters with the county lord, and I can't stay in Yuegu Mountain. ”

His gaze slipped around Qiyun's body, and he reproached, "Why did you give away your clothes?" As he spoke, he took off the fox fur on his body and draped it on Qiyun's body, walked out with Qiyun's hand, and said hurriedly: "Zhuohua, send me a message to the Shadow Palace, there is something important." We will leave immediately and return to Pingcheng. ”

Mochuan took Qiyun back to Pingcheng, entered the boundary of Youzhou, arrived at a restaurant, dismounted and rested. Qiyun sat by the window, looked at the vast snow scene outside, retracted his gaze, saw that there was no one around the seat, and asked in a low voice, "Mochuan, do you really want to return to the country?" Even at the cost of shedding a river of blood? ”

Mo Chuan picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for Qiyun, lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his white jade-like face. He put down the teapot and said indifferently: "If you are from the Murong clan, the life and death of thousands of clansmen are tied to you, can you ignore them?" What's more, back then, the people of the Lone Mountain Tribes sheltered my parents. Can I sit idly by and watch their plight now? ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, and his phoenix eyes stared at Qiyun, "Zhuohua, are you willing to help me?" ”

Mo Chuan's face was still cold and indifferent, but his eyes were full of hope and eagerness. Seeing him so sincere for the first time, thinking of his kindness to himself, Qiyun touched the scroll of the burden, and his heart was shaking, should he give him the scroll with the jade seal?

The jade seal fell into the hands of the Chaoying Palace, which could help it revive the Yan Kingdom. The heroes of the Murong clan are numerous, which is respectable and lamentable, and it is reasonable for the descendants of the Murong clan to revive the Yan Kingdom. However, the Northern Wei Dynasty had just pacified most of the north, and the trend of unification finally appeared. Thinking of this, Qiyun fell into a contradiction.

At this moment, a beggar-like man came with a cane, his clothes were ragged, and his hair was covered with snow on his shoulders. He walked into the shop and wanted to beg from table to table. When the shopkeeper saw this, he immediately stepped forward and shouted at him, driving him out of the store. The beggar fell into the snow and couldn't get up for a long time.

When Qiyun saw it, he couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and grabbed his arm and said, "Uncle, do you want it?" He turned back to the shopkeeper and said, "In the troubled times, do you know where he came from?" Do you know that he can't soar overnight? If he gives a helping hand today, it is unknown how many times he will be rewarded in the future. ”

The shopkeeper's face turned red and white at Qiyun's words, and he said forcefully: "Anyway, you can't let him beg in the store." ”

Qiyun nodded and said, "He is my guest, and the store will add an extra pair of dishes and chopsticks, and I will pay the silver." As he spoke, he helped the man into the shop, and the man sat sideways.

Qiyun poured him a cup of hot tea and asked, "Uncle, why are you Lang?"

The man held the teacup tightly and said, "My surname is Xu, I am from Jixian County, and everyone in the village calls me Third Uncle Xu." The land in our village was occupied, and I led the villagers to reason with the gangsters, but they were injured. We have heard that although the new emperor is young, he loves the people and is wise. Therefore, the villagers recommended me to sue the royal court and recruited me to be entangled. Unexpectedly, he was robbed of his burden halfway through, and the entanglement was gone. However, even if I beg all the way, I have to go to the emperor to complain. ”

"Third Uncle Xu is from Jixian County, and the land was forcibly occupied, you went to Youzhou to complain, why bother to go to the capital? The capital is far away, not to mention that the emperor is not so easy to see. Qiyun persuaded gently.

"We also went to Youzhou to file a complaint, but when we saw the origin of the people who occupied the land in our village, we refused to accept it, and instead scolded our villagers and drove them out."

"Third Uncle Xu, what is the origin of forcibly occupying your land? Even the history of Youzhou Thorn can't help him. You tell me, I'll see if I can help. ”

After looking around, Third Uncle Xu said in a low voice: "Don't hide it from the girl, the people who occupy our land are indeed not small. He is the general of the Zhu Kingdom, the eldest grandson Song. ”

As soon as the three words "Changsun Song" came out, Qiyun took a breath.

The eldest grandson Song, the elder of the Three Dynasties of Wei. When he was fourteen years old, his father commanded the army, followed Tuoba Jue to fight, tired of military exploits, and became an official to Situ. After Emperor Ming Yuan ascended the throne, he listened to all opportunities and was one of the eight auxiliary ministers. After Tuoba Tao ascended the throne, the eldest grandson Song was promoted from Zuofu to the king of Beiping, the official to the captain, and was named the general of the Zhu State, which can be said to be the most powerful person in the Wei State.

Qiyun thought for a while and persuaded: "Third Uncle Xu, since this is the case, Pingcheng is far away from here. It's better for you to leave a letter of paper, and I will help you bring it to the capital and try to hand it over to the emperor. Uncle, you can go back to your hometown first, gather the villagers, and prepare evidence of the loss of your land. Wouldn't that be a two-prong? ”

Uncle Xu was overjoyed when he heard this, asked the shopkeeper to take a pen and paper, wrote down the paper, stamped his handprint and handed it to Qiyun, and thanked him for his farewell and returned to his hometown.