People who come out of the noodle shop will enjoy the delicious noodles and feel comfortable and satisfied, and at the same time, the fresh gossip they hear from here will be quickly spread to all corners of the capital. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

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In the back window of the restaurant with grease, the laundry sink full of vegetable leaves, and the dye vat of the big dyeing workshop, there are always people who are "gossiping to the end", talking about "idle stories", such as "where will the princess marry in the future?", "When will the war in the north stop?", "Tsk, how many girls did the new champion receive when he walked the safe thoroughfare!" ......

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The girl who weaves, embroiders and spins is gossiping, the apprentice of the martial arts hall who punches and kicks is gossiping, and even the prosperous lord who buys and sells is also inseparable from this gossip with fireworks in the world.

Once upon a time, the wind and clouds flowed, the news became old, and many things were gossiped about at that time, and then they were forgotten and taken for granted by everyone. However, some never.

At this time, Shao Yi finished chopping the firewood arranged by Gugu early, earlier than the time when he came to the noodle restaurant in the past. Entering the noodle shop, he walked straight to the square table next to the pillar and sat down.

"Little brother, it's still the old rules, right?!A bowl of shaved noodles, a small plate of shredded tofu noodles should be boiled a little older, more green vegetables, old vinegar, less noodles, less salt, less chili, no leek flowers, garlic?" Ma Erha can always accurately say the preferences and taboos of customers, although Shaoyi is still the second time to step into Qiu Kee.

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"Twelve years ago, General Zuo Mo Haoran was a mighty armor in the world, and he slaughtered the city in Wancheng on the border overnight!" An old man with a white beard took a sip of wine and said to his fellow tablemates: "Let me say that he has a unique skill, and he is by no means under General Ji......"

"Alas, what's the use of loyalty, isn't the right general Chongkai unconvinced, and also issued a war letter, wanting to challenge Mo Haoran, as a result, who would have thought that the king didn't say anything to stop it, doesn't this mean that he acquiesced in allowing these two generals to kill each other in order to secretly reap the benefits of the fisherman?!"

"Shhh——, quietly. An old man warned.

"Pity this General Mo who died in battle, and his wife also jumped into the river and died in her husband, leaving a four-month-old lone seedling-orphan girl. ”

"So, it's still the saint who is wise, grateful to General Mo for his many years of brave loyalty and repeated military exploits, although he retreated because of the crime of Shangwan's massacre of the city, and was given death by the king of the nine clans, but the king did not kill them all and exterminate the nine clans......"

"It is said that General Mo's orphan was rescued by an old man from the west, and King Jiahai of Qin once ignored the order of Wang Shangyixin and chased all the way to the thunder pass, but he still lost his trace halfway......"

"Lao Liu, don't you want to die? ”

"I'm afraid of a yarn, the prince and the sheep will be nine years old next year, and it has been rumored in the palace that the king has not hunted for more than half a year, and I see that eighty percent of this body is ......."

Lao Liu saw that the four old men around him were all no longer talking, so he had to stop boringly and start eating noodles with his head bored.

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The wind was blowing, and the fiery flowers on the hawthorn tree in the courtyard were swaying wantonly with the wind.

Coo looked at the bloodshot flowers in the powder, as if he remembered something, however, his memory of twelve years ago seemed to have only a slight impression of the pink hawthorn flower. I can't even think of anything else.

It was an ordinary late spring afternoon twelve years ago.

Similarly, the wind was swaying the hawthorn tree in the backyard of General Zuo's mansion, which was slightly different from what Gugu saw today - the flowers of this hawthorn tree were as white as goose feathers and not bloodshot.

That day, General Mo Haoran carried his four-month-old daughter Mo Shanshan to the hawthorn tree in the backyard, he was in a good mood, so he picked a hawthorn flower and put it on his head to look cool, causing the baby in his arms to giggle.

At this time, one street away from General Zuo's Mansion, the heavily armored and iron-mounted Imperial Forest Army was being reorganized, lined up, and a well-saddled Humvee stood in the cold wind and drizzle, and the soldiers with fierce faces rode their horses and stood by.

There was no sound, only the nostrils of the war horses were closed one by one, and the white vapor was shrunk one by one......

At the back of the team, a full-service ironclad soldier carrying a white horse was none other than the right general Chongkai.

Since the king did not object to this action, the right general thought that this was a signal of acquiescence, so he led the troops here with great fanfare.

Looking at this murderous ironclad cavalry, even the forbidden army patrolling Suzaku Street avoided it from a distance, and did not dare to come forward to interrogate, let alone stop it.

After a few breaths, Chongkai's eyes slowly opened, he let out a long breath, and nodded slightly to the young lieutenant Cheng Shu beside him.

With a wave of the slashing flag, the crossbowmen brushed the bow and bent the bow, and set arrows together......

In the backyard of General Zuo's Mansion, Mo Haoran was grimacing his daughter, Shanshan's big eyelashes trembled with laughter, and her eyes never left the white hawthorn flower on General Zuo's head at the age of four months.

Outside the hospital, Cheng Shu shouted and ordered: "Fa-"

The crossbow rain covered the sky, and the black rain of arrows seemed to open a big net, setting off a series of soaring wind and waves, sneering and screaming like geese, shooting out, and flying straight into General Zuo's mansion.

"Sneer—snort—" The thick wooden pillars of General Zuo's Mansion were densely packed with holes in the raindrops.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

The two maids standing next to the hawthorn tree fell to the ground in response, and the blood splashed on the white hawthorn flowers swaying in the wind, and the white flowers instantly became bloodshot......

When Sansa saw the change in the flowers, she stopped laughing and glanced at her father.

Mo Haoran, enduring the great pain, he squeezed out a calm smile at the daughter in his arms, and the pure white hawthorn flower on General Mo's head slowly bloomed bloody.

Before falling to the ground, Mo Haoran tried his last bit of strength, and he threw the little baby to the old butler under the eaves. The old housekeeper Mo Weng answered the call to catch the daughter of the house, he endured his grief and anger, glanced at the owner General Zuo, who had been stabbed in the forehead by an arrow, from the eaves, and gritted his teeth and said to him: "Master, I will definitely not let the young lady suffer the slightest mistake." ”

"Up-" The courtyard door was slammed open, the iron armor shook, and the crossbow was retracted.

Cheng Shu, who rushed into the courtyard first, glanced at the corpse of General Zuo who fell to the ground, he snorted slightly, but there was no expression on his face......

At this time, although he was already very tired, Shaoyi refused to let go of his mind. The scene of "The General's Murder Case" twelve years ago just now was because I listened to the gossip of the old men when I was eating noodles, and my mind involuntarily followed back to that shocking moment.

At this time, Shaoyi still clearly remembered the sound of the blade breaking into the flesh and bones that his divine sense had just detected, the screams and cries of the people, and the merciless celebration of the victor......

Retracting his gaze from the trembling scenes in his heart, Shao Yi tried his best to look forward, he did not want to forget the scene of General Zuo's murder just now because of the exhaustion of energy, but he couldn't help but say anything, no matter how capable he was, and how many dangers and troubles he would encounter, he had to search for the future situation of the old butler Mo Weng......

Shao Yi slowly held his breath, and his divine consciousness once again relied on a handful of qi and blood to return to the night twelve years ago, and his divine consciousness passed through the high-rise mansions and courtyards in Yundong City, and through the alleys and alleys, however, he never saw Mo Weng's figure.