"Good. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The person below answered, and then began to continue digging, at this time, another person asked: "Are you sure, can you really dig from here to Su Xuping's old husband's house?" The person who spoke just now squinted his eyes, and if you look closely, you will find that there is a long scar on his face, and he said gloomily: "I'll do something, you can rest assured, last time we feinted to attack Su Mansion, I took the opportunity to go in and check, so there must be no problem digging tunnels from here." "I'll believe you once, but you'd better be careful, we'll take revenge here." "Hmph, do you think Su Xuping only has an enmity with you? He has the same enmity with me, and it is as deep as the sea, and I have no enmity against the sky, and my wife, children, and parents were killed because of him, and I desire to kill him more than anyone else! ”

Scarface said excitedly, almost his entire face turned red, "You don't know how miserable my family died, even the bones were thrown into the wilderness, if I killed in Su Mansion, I won't let go of a person or a dog inside, I want them to give me ...... Martyrdom! ”

The person next to him had a gloomy face, but he still patted him on the shoulder with empathy: "Okay, since that's the case, then let's dig this tunnel later, and when we get to the place close to Su Fu, we will feint a few more times to cover up the sound, and finally come to the real one, the virtual and the real, the inside and the outside should be combined, and then Su Xuping will inevitably be in a catastrophe." ”

"Okay." Scarface whispered.

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In late autumn, perhaps it should be called early winter, the weather in the capital took a sharp turn, and the cold wind from the north swept through the capital, blowing off the leaves on the books, and the wind also blew people's faces painfully.

At this time, it was already the season of farming, and most of the people at this time had finished farming and spent their rare leisure time at home.

Maybe some people who are more stressed will go to the city to earn some money, but most people should be at home at this time. Of course, there are some people who are exceptions.

For example, Mo Qian and others who were guarding the gate of Su Mansion, he wanted to return to his warm quilt nest, train Ting'er to warm the quilt or something, but the premise was that he could go back.

And this group of assassins, since the last feint attack, it is as if the world has evaporated, even if they search the whole city, they can't find half of their shadows.

Come to think of it, in such a big place as the capital, even in the era when science and technology were so developed in the previous life, it would take a lot of effort, not to mention the current era when this kind of transportation is all about roaring?

So before he was able to find these assassins, Mo Qian could only blow the cold wind here. Of course, in fact, after the relationship with Su Xuping was repaired, Mo Qian didn't have anything to do with even if he lived in Su Mansion, but Mo Qian didn't choose to live in it, after all, he came with Qianniuwei's people, so he naturally had to follow them on the same front, otherwise there would be no place for the people of the Beiping Yujun to find someone to help him.

"Young Master Mo, on such a cold day, you should hurry over and roast the fire!" Hou Yu, who was not far away, beckoned to Mo Qian, "I really don't know when these god-killing assassins will come, and Lao Tzu will go home and hug his wife and children to hot kang heads!" Don't wait for the Chinese New Year, we'll all have to stay here, that's really ......"

"Maybe they think it's too difficult, so they break up and go back to their own homes!" Mo Qian heard the sound and then walked a few steps to Hou Yu and them, they had already brought a pile of firewood and made a fire.

Mo Qian stretched out his hands and approached the flames, and when his palms were hot, he took them back and put them on his face, only then did he feel a trace of warmth, this winter came too suddenly.

They didn't have any preparations, and as a result, they lived a shivering life, and it seemed that Su Fu had no intention of asking for welfare, so Mo Qian could only give up the idea that the other party would send something to protect against the cold.

In fact, it's good for a bunch of people to sit together, and after Mo Qian and these people get along for a while, both sides are relatively familiar, so it's also lively to talk together. On the contrary, Huang Qian's side was also sitting by the fire, and the atmosphere was much colder.

"Hehe, if you want to say that we are quite bored here, Hou Hou heard that Gongzi's poetry is the top in the capital, or will I write a poem for today's scene?" Hou Yu said.

Although they don't know a lot about poetry, this does not affect their admiration for people who can compose poetry, and even Mo Qian can see that Hou Yu is careful thinking that this guy is purely trying to embarrass Huang Qian opposite.

Because the opposite side is obviously a bunch of big and coarse, it seems that there is a lot of cutting people, but what about poetry...... And when he compares it like this, isn't that grade instantly much higher than the other side?

But Mo Qian didn't plan to write any poems, isn't this purely playing the piano to the cow? "Brother Hou, you are a false praise, so I can only write a few sentences elegantly, but I have been irritable lately, and I am really not suitable for writing poetry." ’

Hou Yu nodded to understand that no matter who helped guard the door for several days at someone else's door, there must not be any Yaxing who wrote poetry.

But it's really boring to sit like this, so Hou Yu, as the leading brother, thought of another way, "Why don't we sing!" Only...... The song Farewell My Concubine that Gongzi sang a few days ago is very good, why don't we have a few words? ”

"No !!" Mo Qian almost broke out in a cold sweat, and Mo Qian was not the only one who shouted to stop together, even Huang Qian on the opposite side also screamed out bitterly, there was no way that Hou Yu's proposal was too lethal.

Just a few nights ago, Mo Qian came to teach them to sing this song Farewell My Concubine, but these people howled and sang that night, but Hou Yu didn't have any artistic bacteria, and roared like a wolf howling for half the night, and finally everyone tied him up to stop.

Mo Qian didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, this kind of literary and artistic thing would definitely not allow Hou Yu to participate.

"That'...... So let's just sit there? Hou Yu was still a little unwilling.

"Of course not, why don't we have a game of exciting flying chess?"