Chapter 362: Is One Enough?

In fact, there is no need for Li Xian to be too direct at all, and Mo Hui also knows what he means. Seeing Li Xian's cold and hard methods, how could he not guess what this young man who looked gentle, but was actually as vicious as a snake and as fierce as a tiger, was thinking? Li Xian just told him, you go and contact the people of other tribes to resist me, and after hearing this, Mo Hui seemed to see a bloody curtain covering the Immortal Heaven.

Back in his tent, Mo would sit on the carpet without saying a word.

His wife Chen Wanrong had already woken up, and she was shocked when she learned that the person who came to the Khitan grassland with a large group of people would actually be Li Xian. She knew that Li Xian had laid down an entire county in the Central Plains and was already a veritable green forest tycoon, so she wrote three letters to Li Xian before and after the Mohui concealment, hoping to get Li Xian's response in the Central Plains, but unfortunately, she didn't wait for Li Xian's reply.

If she knew the fate of those three letters, I was afraid that she would be so angry that she would curse Li Xian for not dying well. Those three letters were forced by Li Xian to wipe Wang Qinian's buttocks. Wang Qinian asked Li Xian why he had to use these papers to wipe his buttocks, and Li Xian told him that this was a handwritten letter written by a beautiful woman, and it was just right to wipe your buttocks. Wang Qinian knew it, he guessed in his heart that this beauty must be something that the general couldn't get, and then he was resentful and wiped his ass with the letter she wrote. It's just that...... Wang Qinian couldn't understand, why did he have to let me wipe it?

She sat next to the Mohui, her face still ugly. Lang Changhong's death gave her a huge blow, although she didn't show much enthusiasm for Lang Changhong in the past, but she was used to the existence of Lang Changhong, and used to the man's unwavering protection by her side for twenty years. After Lang Changhong died, she suddenly discovered that Lang Changhong was so important in her heart.

It's just that she realized a little late, and the person who loves her has already stepped on the road of reincarnation first.

When she looked at the corpse, she remembered that when she was a little girl living a carefree life in the Nanchen Palace, he always followed behind her with a knife, and never said a word, and he would answer very boringly and seriously when she asked. He is not humorous, and he will not please women, but he has never left, Chen Wanrong only now understands one thing, it turns out that he has been accustomed to his existence when he has no heart and lungs to play all day long in the Nanchen Palace.

In Nan Chen, she is used to stepping on his shoulder to catch the paper kite hanging on the rockery, although with his skills, he can help her take it off with a slight jump, but she likes to step on his solid body to catch it herself, and he always stands very steady. She was accustomed to riding in his arms, and although she had been able to gallop on her own long ago, she felt so warm and steady in the crook of his arm.

Chen Guopo in the south, she fled all the way to the north. In the days without him by her side, she lived a miserable and miserable life. Later, she went to the grassland and was forced to stay by the Mohui, although she was unwilling not to appoint, but she naively thought that in the future, the Mohui might replace him as her patron saint.

She tried very hard to treat Mohui as him, but unfortunately, Mohui wanted her to adapt to the life of the grassland, not to change herself to adapt to her.

Later, he pursued her alone with a knife.

That night, Mo would be drunk, and she and he indulged in the prairie, and the two fiery bodies were entangled for a long, long time. Later, she had a daughter, but this daughter had the characteristics of a steppe person, so she didn't like this daughter, she didn't like it very much. She even thought of drowning the child when Ou Si Qingqing was still wrapped in swaddling clothes, because the child's body was not flowing with his blood.

Later, he became the first warrior of the Khitan tribe, and I don't know how many women fell in love with him, and I don't know how many women confided their love to him on a moonlit night, but he still stubbornly and coldly rejected those women. She knew that he had only met two women in his life, one was himself and the other was the wife of the Mohui. When he learned that she was married, he madly raped the wife of the Mohui because he hated it, and then he created the illusion that the wife of the Mohui fell from her horse and died, and hid it from everyone, but he couldn't hide it from her.

She knew that he hadn't touched Ye Huaisleeve because he felt guilty about Ye Huaisleeve.

So she is very proud and proud, and she is always very confident when facing Ye Huaisleeve.

But all this has become the past, a memory.

When she wakes up, she learns who his killer is. But...... The first thing she thought of was not revenge, but the young man named Li Xian, how could he suddenly have such a strong strength, and did she have a chance to seize this strength?

Bo Liang is like this, and I don't know if Lang Changhong will sigh under the nine springs.

She looked at Mo Hui, looked at her husband's frown, thought about the young man's order, and then remembered that her daughter would become the leader of the entire Khitan tribe, and when that day came, then her daughter's things, she felt that they would naturally be her own things. The entire Khitan tribe, hundreds of thousands of people, became her power!

She then thought that since Li Xian was ready to make Ou Si Qingqing the lord of the Khitan, then Li Xian would not stay on the grassland for a long time, in that case, what else was she worried about? The daughter will not disobey the mother's words, and the daughter has no right not to listen, isn't it? She asked in her mind, and then she gave herself an affirmative answer, yes, that's it.

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"If you're going to do that, you should do it as soon as possible......"

Mo Sida looked at Mo Hui's uncertain face, hesitated for a moment and then persuaded: "It won't be long before the news of our clan's warriors being slaughtered by the Black Sword Khan will spread, and then it will be difficult for those hateful guys to be fooled again." If you don't want to go, I can contact those people on behalf of our He Da He Department...... That Black Knife Khan's methods are too ruthless, if we don't do it, I'm afraid we will really be wiped out. ”

Mo Hui knew that what Mo Sida said was not alarmist, Li Xian led more than 100,000 tribes to this place for the first time, and it was when he wanted to establish his authority, and he would never be merciful. During the day, the thousands of cavalry of He Da and He were a proof that when he had surrendered, Li Xian still ordered the slaughter of the cavalry.

"That's not what I'm worried about right now."

Mo Hui sighed and said: "Although the Black Knife Khan is menacing, he only has tens of thousands of wolf riders after all, but he intends to conquer the entire Khitan tribe. If the war drags on for a long time, and when the southern expeditionary army returns, he sees that he can't win and leaves with his tribe, what about us? ”

He worried: "We will become the enemies of all Khitans!" ”

"Look ahead!"

Chen Wanrong sneered and said, "Now that you have surrendered to the Black Knife Khan, do we have any other way to go?" Instead of having time to worry about what's next, think more about what's in front of you! If it weren't for your hesitation, Lang Changhong wouldn't have died, and the thousands of tribal warriors wouldn't have died, so at this time, haven't you understood? ”

"Shut up!"

Mo turned his head sharply and scolded.

For the first time in so many years, he looked at Chen Wanrong angrily.

Chen Wanrong was taken aback by his appearance, subconsciously shrank back and then looked back, but she didn't see An Lang Changhong standing behind her, she suddenly realized that he would not appear by her side at any time in the future. It's just that this sad feeling was quickly suppressed by her, and she straightened her chest and looked directly into Mo Hui's eyes and asked without flinching, "Isn't what I said wrong?" Ejin, it is precisely because of your hesitation that the tribe will face disaster. If you had been more decisive, would you have suffered such a huge loss? ”

She sneered, "Everyone in the clan is waiting for your decision, whether it is surrender or battle, they will obey your orders. Even if you choose to die rather than give in, tens of thousands of herdsmen from He Da He will die with you! But you are still hesitant even now, do you wait for the Black Knife Khan to order thousands of heads to be cut off tomorrow morning before you fake tears, and then pretend to be embarrassed to contact the other tribes? ”

Syllable!

Mo Hui slapped Chen Wanrong hard in the mouth, and the momentum sank. This hit was extremely abrupt and ruthless. Chen Wanrong's beaten body fell to the side, and the corners of her mouth immediately overflowed with bright red blood, and on her fair face, a red handprint was clearly visible.

Chen Wanrong slowly sat up straight, wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth without showing fear. She smiled, and then said in the most contemptuous tone: "Ai Jin, will you only use force against your wife?" ”

She slowly got up and said as she walked out, "If you use the courage to beat your wife to fight the Black Knife Khan, then your wife will die with you." ”

Mo Hui's heart was shocked, and he looked at Chen Wanrong's back with apologies in his eyes.

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Chen Wanrong walked into the tent that had been vacant in the Mokai Club, which belonged to Ou Si Qingqing. Although the daughter has been gone for several years, the tent has not been removed. The tents are still kept clean and there are a lot of new daily necessities. The most rare thing is that there is a large copper mirror in this tent, and next to the copper mirror are a lot of rouge gouache bought from the Central Plains merchants, as well as all kinds of beautiful jewelry.

Chen Wanrong sat down in front of the bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her still hot and painful cheeks, her fingers touched the already swollen face, the pain worsened, and there was a trace of unwiped blood on the corner of her mouth, which made her face look a little deformed, but she still looked beautiful.

She lowered her hair and picked up a comb to comb through her jet-black hair. She combed her hair to look like a Central Plains woman, and then put a golden hairpin on her head. Use rouge to cover up the red and swollen handprints, and then wipe the blood off the corners of your mouth. Her movements are gentle and soothing, and she is dressed very seriously.

Then she slowly faded her clothes, looking at the still perfect body in the bronze mirror, her hands slowly roaming and caressing her body. She lifted her chin and stared at the buds on the two proud breasts in the bronze mirror, and then she let out a moan of ecstasy.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her chest was still firm, her waist was still slender, and although she had lived in Saibei for more than 20 years, her skin was still as tender and smooth as when she was in the water town south of the Yangtze River.

She smiled confidently, and then meticulously changed into a new dress. This is a Central Plains woman's long dress, which was bought by the Mohui to give to her daughter. The aqua green skirt has a very thin waist, which makes Chen Wanrong look a lot younger and more charming.

She nodded in satisfaction and stepped out of the tent.

She knew that some things were better grasped in her own hands than relying on men, so she decided not to persuade the fair, but to seize the opportunity herself.

Maybe she hadn't worn the clothes of a Central Plains woman for a long time, and she felt a little awkward.

She walked all the way, thinking about what she should do, and when she was stopped by the wolf rider on duty, she raised her head and said seriously: "I am the wife of the Mohui, and I have come to ask to see the great Black Knife Khan." ”

The soldiers looked at the beautiful woman, and then thought of something very dirty, and they let out a burst of screams and cheers, and did not forget to praise the generosity of the Mohui. Someone went in to report, and came back after a short time to tell Chen Wanrong that the Black Knife Khan was waiting for her in the big tent.

Chen Wanrong muttered a word before walking into the big tent.

I'm sorry, my daughter.

Then she raised her chin and went into the tent, and after she had entered, the wolf riders outside were already talking about what a brutal means the great khan would use to conquer the watery woman. And while they were foaming at the mouth but not daring to speak loudly, they were surprised to see what means the Khan used to conquer the woman.

Chen Wanrong, who had only been in for a long time, flew out, and with a crisp snap, she flew out horizontally, and the other side of her face was also swollen and reddered, with more blood on the corners of her mouth, and even a tooth fell out.

Li Xian walked out slowly, looked at Chen Wanrong who fell to the ground, smiled gently, and said, "Do you know why I let you in?" ”

"Because I want to punch you in the mouth...... It's as simple as that. ”

After speaking, Li Xian smiled, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Is one enough?" ”