Mo Cangqiong's cold sweat suddenly soaked through his clothes.

There was no sound in the carriage, as if what he had just heard was an illusion, Mo Cangqiong quietly raised his head, and at a glance he saw the "nine" character of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the carriage, shining in the sun.

His heart trembled, and Mo Cangqiong hurriedly lowered his head and knelt.

The people of the capital may only say that the Nine Princes are a cold-faced god of war, but Mo Cangqiong has been stationed in the north for several years, and at that time, a nine-character flag is the patron saint of the entire northern Xinjiang, and it is also the killing god that the northern Han people at the junction with the northern Xinjiang fear day and night.

As soon as the nine characters came out, the blood flowed like a river.

At that time, Jin Chenxuan, who became famous at a young age, stepped on the blood-stained land, against the sunset, and stood up like a killing god. Blood trickled down the tip of the sword, and drop by drop converged into a river, merging into the mutilated corpse at his feet.

Mountains of blood and a sea of blood, the smell of bloody blood is so strong that it makes people sick.

This scene caused Mo Cangqiong to wake up from a nightmare for several nights.

Over the years, the Nine Princes have almost never left the house, and Mo Cangqiong has gradually forgotten the existence of the Nine Princes. But today, with the appearance of this "nine" character, Mo Cangqiong realized that the fear that Jin Chenxuan left him in the northern Xinjiang had already soaked into the bone marrow and penetrated deep into his soul.

Mo Cangqiong, who was overwhelmed by the panic that came to his face, was almost out of breath, so he had to kneel with his head down. But thoughts flew in his mind, the Nine Princes and the Holy Lord were already like fire and water, and it was only a matter of time before they tore their faces in person. What's more, he secretly colluded with the Northern Han people in Northern Xinjiang to poison the Nine Princes and blinded him, and he had already formed a bond with the Nine Princes.

Although the incident was concealed back then, Mo Cangqiong has always been secretly hindering the Nine Princes from finding out the truth, but Mo Cangqiong does not believe that the Nine Princes have not been able to find out what happened back then. The Nine Princes are the most expensive, so the Nine Princes, Jin Chenxuan, can't stay.

Today's Nine Princes are just a tiger with teeth extracted in Mo Cangqiong's eyes, but this tiger has lost its teeth and claws, so Mo Cangqiong has to guard against it.

When Mo Dong'er heard the wind coming slowly, she was immediately happy when she saw the kneeling crowd.

Yan Qing saw Mo Dong'er coming from afar, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Miss." ”

Before Mo Dong'er could reply, Jin Chenxuan opened his mouth: "Come up." ”

Mo Dong'er suddenly wanted to say again: Okay, master!

Mo Dong'er walked through the kneeling people without squinting, and was about to jump into the carriage, when a small boy came out of nowhere, and the young man knelt on the ground, his thin back straightened, lying between Mo Dong'er and the carriage.

Mo Dong'er tilted her head in confusion, the red bell in her hair moved slightly along the ink hair, and the delicate bell jingled, which sounded tight.

Mo Chuchu was still a little girl after all, and she was immediately attracted by the red bell. Seeing the delicate bell in Mo Dong'er's hair, he couldn't help but become jealous in his heart.

The young man lying at Mo Dong'er's feet trembled and fell lower again.

Mo Dong'er asked, "Who are you?" ”

"The slave is the descendant of the Mo Mansion, please get the eldest lady into the carriage."

Please get in the carriage? What do you mean? Didn't that stop her from getting into the carriage?

Mo Dong'er has not regarded her as the real Miss Mofu since she can remember, and no one has ever taught her how to be a real lady after being sent out of the house, and the only thing that has accompanied her all the way up is Zhu'er, who is not much older than her.

Where does a maid know how to step on people's backs and get into a carriage? Even if Aunt An stepped on it once on the day she returned home, Mo Dong'er didn't see it, and Zhu'er only thought that Aunt An was a villain.

Jin Chenxuan heard that there was no movement outside, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Dong'er blinked, not understanding.

Yan Qing noticed Mo Dong'er's confusion, but he was just a secret guard, and he didn't know how to break the siege.

It's embarrassing, what can I do?

A group of people present just stared at each other with such big eyes.

The masters of the Mo Mansion guessed something, but Mo Cangqiong, who was the leader, was thinking wildly in his heart, how could he have time to deal with Mo Dong'er? The rest of the people only knelt with their heads bowed when they saw Mo Cangqiong, so they dared to speak?

Mo Dong'er and Yan Qing were at a loss.

Seeing that the young man kneeling on the ground was shaking more and more, Mo Dong'er replied to Jin Chenxuan first: "It's okay, I'll come up." Then he said to the young man in front of him, who was almost lying on the ground, "Get up." ”

The young man also seemed to have guessed something: "Miss, please, please step on the minion's back, and the minion's back is in the carriage." "In a word, he stammered.

Mo Dong'er squatted down with her skirt, and happened to see the young man's beautiful eyes that seemed to be full of brilliance, and also captured a trace of humiliation in the young man's eyes.

Mo Dong'er smiled: "Get up." The man has gold under his knees, and he cannot kneel. ”

The young man raised his head violently, and a delicate and immature face was reflected in Mo Dong'er's phoenix eyes.

The eleven-year-old boy remembered this scene for the rest of his life.

The girl in coarse cloth squatted in front of him, with a small face facing the light, so that he couldn't see her clearly, but the red bells in his hair shone against the light, shaking his eyes.

In the days that followed, he couldn't remember the girl's face, but he remembered the red bell in his hair, which was dazzling and unspeakable.

Mo Dong'er waited for him to get up and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"The minions don't have names. They all called the servants to step on their feet. ”

"Do you have anyone else in your house?"

The boy was immediately on guard.

Mo Dong'er smiled lightly: "If you have no one at home, I will give you a name, can you follow me in the future?" ”

The young man wanted to kneel, but after thinking about it, he didn't kneel, but he just stood helplessly, trying his best to search for flattering words in his stomach: "Slave, slave...... I was fortunate to have the eldest lady ......"

"Don't say what you have and don't, you just say if you want to?"

The boy immediately replied loudly: "Yes." ”

"Then you will have my surname in the future, and you will be called Mo Nian?"

The young man's eyes were suddenly full of brilliance.

"Good!"

Mo Dong'er smiled with satisfaction: "You can help Zhu'er take care of my broken yard first." ”

"Yes!"

Zhu'er looked at Mo Nian, who was full of energy, speechless, Miss, this is looking for someone to call, young man, don't you understand?

Mo Dong'er, who was climbing the carriage, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Zhu'er, give him Mo Nian's deed of sale." ”

"Yes."

Mo Dong'er climbed into the carriage without looking back.

"Mo Nian?"

"Master Mo, don't bully the poor youth."