Chapter 476: Someone Else's Child

In the blink of an eye, most of the spring has passed, the poison of the ghost has been removed, and the injury has been healed, although the emaciation is even weaker than before, it will not be sick all day long.

The war between the tribe and Han Ying has dragged on and on, and it has dragged on for so long, Gu Lamu is no matter how good his temperament is, I am afraid that he should also go crazy, Mu Qianxun should really show up.

Before leaving, Guiyi resolutely set a fire and burned down the bamboo house that had lived for a long time.

said yes, he will never set foot in this bamboo forest again in his life, his tone and eyes are all categorical, and the flames that are scurrying everywhere seem to have entered Mu Qianxun's heart, burning and hurting.

It is really a great sin to make a person like an immortal move his mortal heart, abandon his purity, and be willing to accompany her to wander around.

hired a carriage in Linzhen, dragged the family with the mouth, approaching the border of Han Ying, several children cried unrelentingly along the way, if it weren't for Mu Qianxun's name as the tribal chief, he would have to be detained by the guards along the way, and the adult tooth could not be detained.

Seeing that it was the last stop of the army's station, Mu Qianxun had already delivered the news to Geng Ying, but Ghost Yi found a reason at random and never returned.

After such a bump, Mu Qianxun became more and more unable to see through it, why did Ghost Yi do this, the blood jade she returned, tossed and turned, but it fell into Mu Haoran's package.

Left Mo Xian waiting, but there was still no news, Ghost Yi, it seems that he is really gone, entangled in it, and left freely......

Now, the neighboring countries all know that Han Ying invaded the Qingge tribe, and he couldn't attack it for a long time, but he was pursued and oppressed.

Han Ying's internal and external troubles, in the end, but he had to rely on the Qingge tribe, received Mu Qianxun's secret letter, Gulamu deigned to visit Mu Qianxun in front of the tribal army, and the meaning of peace was quite heavy.

A single meeting set the tide of this chaotic battle, and the real inside story was not known to others, and the situation of the meeting was spread out by different opinions.

What is more reliable is that Gu Lamu has been repeatedly troubled, and he has no choice but to condescend in front of Mu Qianxun in order to protect Han Ying.

Hearing this, Gulamu handed over a letter of surrender, promising never to attack, Mu Qianxun thought that this battle was caused by Antu Xunyan's wolf ambition.

The tribe also had a lax discipline, which made Tuobalda take the opportunity to commit rebellion, and he was sympathetic to the suffering of the people, so he did not investigate deeply.

There are three conditions for the armistice: first, Han Ying ceded three cities with relatively rich borders, second, several cities facing the tribe from now on, none of them were allowed to be fortified, and third, he was willing to bow down to the tribe and pay tribute every year.

In this way, as an aparation, although it is a little unreasonable, Han Ying is already the meat of a sword, and Gu Lamu should respond happily at the moment.

Since Han Ying is already a tribal subordinate, the tribe should not take advantage of the fire to rob, Mu Qianxun ordered that within three years, Han Ying's tribute will be exempted, and the third condition is just an empty word.

Xu, in the eyes of outsiders, Mu Qianxun took the opportunity to force Han Ying to surrender, which was an unrighteous act, but Gu Lamu, and even the entire Han Ying, should be grateful to Mu Qianxun.

Han Ying is already the fat in the mouth of the Qingge tribe, and he has the support of the Qingge tribe behind him, and the tribe is allied with the Xia country.

It is expected that the surrounding small countries, even if they have great courage, do not dare to touch a single hair of Han Ying, only in this way can Han Ying be safe.

Mu Qianxun's original intention was just to stop fighting, and in just a few years, whether it was the Xia Kingdom, the tribe, or the people of Han Ying, they were all suffering from war and chaos, and they were not stable.

The three kingdoms have all changed their new masters, and it is a time of turmoil, if they can be twisted into a rope, they will not be afraid of being invaded again.

After fighting, the three kingdoms actually became a family, and if there is no war after that, the people who died in the war can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Xia Guo retreated, Mu Qianxun returned to the city, quelled the war, saved the tribe, and won so hard and beautifully, reversing the situation that had been defeated a few months ago.

Her infamy of killing the king and killing her father, and her violent speculation, at this moment, are all indifferent and colorless covered by her great achievements, and she is no longer silent along the way.

When I first returned to Fanning, in just a few days, it was rumored again that the new leader of the Nangong tribe, Nangong Gu Chu, who had always been good friends with Mu Qianxun, suddenly died of illness due to overwork.

Before he died, he left a message that the Nangong tribe was fully handed over to Mu Qianxun, and there was no need to re-elect the leader, but the Helian tribe, which should be Mu Qianxun's blood relative, was increasingly neglected, and its brilliance was dim, and it was no longer the same as before.

In order to save the face of the leader of the tribe, Xia Zhao cut things by himself.

The water of the tribe is muddy, and there are very few people who can be entrusted with important tasks, and the leader of the trust of the Tangtai tribe is actually a person of the opposite sex.

The summer breeze is bleak, the tribe is better than a day, at the beginning of the war, the piles and piles of the year, gradually disappeared from the world, the blood and tears, the changes, all turned into dust.

The Xia Kingdom and the Qingge tribe are intimate, almost integrated into one country, and at the junction, there are no guards for a long time, and the people of the two countries come and go at will and exchange products.

The people know that Mu Qianxun has raised many orphans, regardless of whether they are high or low, they are all income camps, teaching kung fu, regarded as confidants, and the name of benevolence has spread.

Three years later, in the late autumn, the tribal grew married, and the whole world celebrated, and the red silk spread all over the Xuanwang Palace, reflecting the red world.

Hearing that, the son of Mu Qianxun, born in the field, was unfortunately injured by a thief when the two armies were fighting, and his life was in danger.

In the past three years, with him, Guiyi admired Mu Qianxun's way of governing the country, Mu Qianxun admired his unique medical skills, and the two gradually fell in love.

And Mu Youchen, who was once so in love with the original husband of others, that he was so envious of others that he was gradually distancing himself from Mu Qianxun because he couldn't bear the complexity of officialdom and yearned for a chic and free ordinary life.

The king of a country, the prince of another country, was not tolerated by the deep palace walls, and now, the people are all praised.

The moon in late autumn is extraordinarily bleak and bright, red silk, with the wind, wanton and swaying, outside the Ling Rui Palace, no one is guarded, for fear of disturbing the peace of the apse.

In the hall, the luxury is incomparable, the gold, silver and jade are plated, the red candle, the thickness of the forearm, the wax tears, hung all over the wax body, swaying with a soft and bleak light.

The huge palace is quiet, not at all like the atmosphere that a happy house should have, the footsteps are spacious, and the heart is cold.

Around the round bed with a red veil, sat a couple of newlyweds dressed in red, with indifferent expressions and no joy or sorrow.

The slender jade fingers touched the beautiful face of the alluring city, the thick fat powder, the soft touch of the fingers, the bright red lips, and the raised smile were all indifferent.

The color of the eyes has precipitated a lot, deep and not to the bottom, looking back, looking at the person next to him, reaching out and tearing off the skin.

"The wedding night, once in a lifetime, only once, I don't want to spend the night in the skin of the master, do you mind?"

"What's the matter, you're not her, even if you're wearing a skin, it's not her, and I'm no different. ”

The tone was desolate and bone-blowing, and only a skeleton body was left to be emaciated, sitting, as if they were swaying from side to side, smiling bitterly.

The grass hung her head and laughed at herself:

"yes, we're not really ourselves. ”

Three years ago, in order to help Mu Qianxun get rid of the shackles of the monarch and help them get out of the temple, she staged a fake death, and then, she is her, but there is no grass in the world.

Not only did he take on the Nangong tribe, he was destined to work hard all his life, and he couldn't get rid of the trivial government affairs, so he simply solved their problems and took charge of this tribe, so what's the matter.

All this, she should have borne it alone, whether it was bitter or tired, it was just hers, but Guiyi wanted to get involved, and if she stayed, it would be three years.

Today is her wedding day, and after today, she no longer has the right to seek love, in fact, she has long lost the right to seek love.

From that miasma forest, she met Helian Zhuofan, entangled with him, and began to fight wits and courage, and her love path was broken......

From being regarded as an enemy, to silently moving, but dying of heart, the fault is that he joined Nangong to step on the snow and harmed Nangong Mo, at that time, they were destined to no longer be able to stand together through thick and thin.

She let him go, and he was nowhere to be found, and she didn't see him until days after the news of her death, when she knew that he was her past, just a broken and ugly memory.

She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to think about their past, she didn't want to mention it, she wanted him for a moment......

Her love, she didn't say it, even Mu Qianxun kept it a secret, just like in her life, she had never been involved in love.

As for the ghost, perhaps only by staying in this palace and living under a ridiculous false name can he make up for the emptiness in his heart.

She is not really her, so he has the right to entangle, and in the future, let them two lonely birds depend on each other.

They have long since lost themselves, muddled and bitter, but they are as willing as gluttony, wearing masks, acting in fake plays, and intoxicated.

Turning sideways, facing the slightly pale face, the grassy eyes flashed with the spirit of the past and the present.

took off the crown of his head, three thousand green silks poured down, his cheeks without makeup, he had a unique flavor, and in the face of the man who was close at hand, the bottom of his heart suddenly ignited an impulse.

Removing the wrench, the fingertips, brushed over his cheeks, looking at his stiff and tight appearance, smiling, pursing his lips slightly, like a cunning little fox.

"Do what?"

Gently pinching her wrist, her sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and her narrow eyes flickered non-stop.

"Do something to do in the cave and spend candle nights, the right thing to do.

I don't want to do it with you, the nominal husband and wife, without love, should also have affection, and do it, just to keep warm. ”

The tone was calm, mixed with a hint of sadness, but the movements of his hands did not stop, breaking out, outlining his outline, in the lip flap, stagnant.

Ghost Yi is also a normal man, and his sad heart can't withstand such teasing, her words can be regarded as entering his heart, warm, then the right to be warm.

The thin fingers, hesitantly against her hair, leaned forward, kissed her lips, the kiss was soft, lingering, bitter.

The curtain of the bed fell, the red candle went out, and on the bed, tenderness lingered, and the night was really long......

Xia Kingdom, the station of Lingguang Mountain, the sound of weapons intertwined, the sound is endless, all are immature children, carrying long swords, using them freely.

Above the attic, a beautiful woman, half-lying on a rattan chair, squeaking, squeaking, swaying, jade hands caressing the sharp bulging lower abdomen, half-squinting, the corners of the lips with a smile, as if watching, as if out of a trance.

A handsome man, leaning on the railing, carefully blew the slightly hot lean porridge in his hand, his expression overflowing with calmness.

There was a rush of footsteps, and he got up on the stairs, and in a blink of an eye, the small body had already drilled to Mu Qianxun's side.

Mu Youchen was like a great enemy, grabbed it with his big hand, lifted Mu Haoran's neckline, and raised it to the side, staring nervously.

He was calm in everything, but he was afraid of this little ancestor, Mu Qianxun was about to give birth, for fear of being hit by this little thing.

"Shuo'er said, if you are so fierce, you may not be your father. ”

Struggling, fluttering, feet on the ground, mouth flat, bright eyes, staring straight at Mu Youchen, vibrating words.

Mu Qianxun was overjoyed, Mu Youchen's face turned black, gritting his teeth, not his father, not his father?

"Mother, mother, Haoran wants a little brother, is it good for my mother to give Haoran a little brother. ”

Still holding in Mu Youchen's big hand, probing, clutching Mu Qianxun's clothes, pleading pitifully.

Mu Youchen's brows frowned into a dead knot, blocking in front of Mu Haoran, word by word:

"You kid, shut up! If Xun'er gives birth to a son, I will turn you into a girl!"

Mu Qianxun was happy in her heart, this Lingguang Mountain was isolated from the world, and Mu Youchen explicitly forbade it, before she gave birth, she must not run around, so the greatest pleasure of every day turned out to be watching their father and son quarrel.

Pull away Mu Youchen and ask interestingly:

"Haoran, why do you want a little brother, not a little sister?"

"Shuo'er said, boys look like mothers, girls look like fathers, Haoran doesn't want a cold and fierce sister. ”

Slap, a slap fell on the top of Mu Haoran's head, Mu Youchen was patient, grinning, yes, every word, I can't get along with him:

"Haoran! Your kung fu is too bad, it's time to practice!"

"No, Haoran doesn't want to practice, Shuo'er said that he will protect Haoran, so Haoran doesn't have to practice. ”

Looking at Mu Haoran's innocent and cunning eyes, Mu Youchen was messy, Shuo'er opened and closed his mouth, he knew a lot, and he was worry-free, and it was really ...... Someone else's child......

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