"As long as there is war, there will be bloodshed and sacrifice, how can I not have such an awareness? Since the moment I came to Xiliang, I have only been the king of Xiliang, and I have nothing to do with Mo Xi, isn't this kind of cognition instilled in me at the beginning? My home country is Xiliang, and it is my duty to help Xiliang clear the obstacles. ”

"What's the responsibility? It's really a joke, Mo Lian, why should I believe you? Why are so many soldiers' lives entrusted to you? Moussaren's gaze shone like a sharp knife piercing Mo Lian's heart.

Musar's meaning is clear, and if it is not my race, his heart will be different.

Although he is the son of Princess Snow Lotus, he grew up in Moxi, and even if Musaren can take him to the Turks, the two get along very well on weekdays, but doing so does not mean that Musaren has given him 100% trust.

At the beginning, the Turks sent troops to aid Xiliang, but he didn't know that he was traveling with Musaren, afraid that she had an unresolved thorn in her bones, for fear that he would suddenly betray Xiliang and leave Moxi.

It was no wonder that they did not believe him, and that the question raised by Moses at this time was not a difficult one.

Even if Mu Saren doesn't say it, such a sharp question will still be raised by others, in the eyes of these people, Mo Lian's own existence is very ambiguous, but unlike Mu Saren, he does not have the reputation of Mu Saren, and he has never done anything for Xiliang.

I'm afraid that all the Xiliang soldiers know the cause of this war, and they will regard him as the kind of person who is in trouble and disaster in the country.

At this time, Coach Shuhai and Musaren's brother Tomurei also walked into the dormitory, and Shuhai was also very surprised by the arrival of his nephew, "Xiaolian, why are you here?" ”

Mo Lian respectfully saluted her uncle, "Uncle, please take a look." ”

Shuhai took the letterhead handed by Mo Lian, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

"I have long heard that Prince Gong is at the helm of Mo Xi, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Father, that person is now Prince Gong."

Shuhai's face was pale, "So, Xiaolian, do you mean that you want to sneak into Mo Xi to find out the truth?" ”

Mo Lian nodded, and wanted to say something but still couldn't say it.

Shuhai looked at Mo Lian and smiled, "It's okay to say something." ”

"Uncle, when I was in Yicui Building, the Eighth Prince took care of me a lot, but I don't think that the Eighth Prince can do this for me, I have a few catties and a few taels myself, I still know that the Eighth Prince is ambitious, determined, he is a king and a ruthless enough boss, he is my strongest enemy in Xiliang. Now that Prince Gong is in charge of Mo Xi, the two brothers have been very affectionate since they were young, and the probability of having a gap is not very high, I guess this news is probably a bait to lure me to the bait, but it is not unreliable, everything depends on how we choose. ”

Looking at the nephew who finished his opinion, Shuhai felt a little relieved, this child has grown up a lot, and he is no longer the exquisite puppet who can only dance on the stage when he first met.

Sometimes he even wonders, is it that after those twists and turns, people will grow more rapidly? At least, he hopes that his son Hanxi can grow up quickly.

Regarding Mo Lian's words, the eldest son of the Turkic Emperor, Tomuré, obviously didn't care much, "Look ahead and look backwards, be timid, increase the morale of others, and destroy your own prestige!" What does it look like? ”

"Brother Huang!"

Mu Saren grabbed Tomuré, and the little princess glanced at Mo Lian, Shuhai and Hanxi lightly and said, "Brother Huang, this is a family matter of their own family, I think it's better for us not to interfere." ”