At the age of twelve, Mo Wei was sent by Yuan Ge to Lingnan as a secret guard.

Then he crossed the bright road and waited closely.

He is young, and he and Su Liuyu have been together since childhood, and their relationship is naturally deep.

Besides, he is a military general.

He doesn't care if he returns to Beijing or not.

Seeing her approve the folds, I will grind ink and pour water for him.

When I saw that she was tired, I gave her a shoulder massage and pinching her.

It's exactly the same as the little scholar before.

He's happy.

felt that he and his master were back to before, and he didn't want her to go back to Beijing.

Su Liuyu couldn't stand him so attentive at all, and felt a headache.

"You can rest for a while, and don't hang around me."

Mo was wronged again.

"Is it that the subordinates are not as good-looking as Yunya'er, and the emperor is an eyesore."

He tastes in his heart, never holds back, and must say it.

Su Liuyu glanced at him.

"Don't worry, he's not as handsome as you."

This is true.

Mo is handsome and a military general, and he has faded from his childishness in recent years, bringing with him a man's unique maturity and temperament.

Yunyaer is good-looking, but it can't be described as handsome.

Mo Yi was happy.

"The subordinates are not as handsome as the emperor, but the emperor is the most handsome."

“......”

She had a headache.

"Okay, okay, don't be poor, you go out and let him get up."

Mo Zhi is not happy.

"Then the emperor also gave his subordinates a sword personally."

“......”

This kid doesn't think of himself as an outsider at all.

It's quite a grudge.

"Ask for a reward before the thing is done, you are used to it."

"If the emperor doesn't want to, then I won't go."

"Okay, okay, you're indispensable."

Now, the boy was satisfied.

"I know that the emperor is the best for his subordinates."

He smirked, achieved his goal, and immediately left the courtyard.

But as soon as the door is closed, where is the well-behaved just now.

He glanced at the sword in Song Yanzhi's hand.

Then he came up to him and fell on his knees.

Then he reached out his hand with the tiger cocoon and flicked his scabbard.

"The emperor said, give me a sword too."

He glanced at him, and his face was triumphant.

"Aren't you Song Yanzhi very powerful, you know how to set people, the emperor's batch of swords last New Year's Day, you robbed it, and threw it on the head of our Flying Tiger Army, you are quite capable."

He lowered his voice a lot, and added.

"But so what, the emperor didn't punish you for kneeling, you should."

Song Yanzhi stared at his dead appearance with a murderous expression.

"You're looking for death."

Mo Wei sneered.

Stand up.

"What a big boldness, you are just following the four grades of the court, and you dare to be disrespectful to this commander."

Song Yanzhi instantly drew his sword out of the sheath, and the sound of the sword trembled, breaking through the air.

Don't tap your toes and step back a few feet away.

"You really think you beat me."

"Try it and you'll know."

Mo Zhi saw him stand up and quickly slipped away.

When the goal is achieved, he is not so stupid.

"Your Majesty, Lord Xiao Song is up, remember what you promised your subordinates."

Of course, Song Yanzhi was willing to let him go, and the only thing that responded to him was the sound of swords colliding.

The two of them fought with anger.

No one is convinced.

In the end, he couldn't lift his sword with both hands, so he could not give up.

Chai Xiaochuan next to him stabbed Song Jinqiu.

"Why doesn't my sister-in-law care?"

Song Jinqiu thought for a moment.

"My sister-in-law can't beat them, but if they bully my sister-in-law, we'll beat him."

Chai Xiaochuan held the sword and nodded coolly.

They naturally help their sister-in-law.

I still have to rub rice.

It's just that today, I can't get up with rice.

As soon as Song Yanzhi and Mo Yi came over, they directly occupied their seats, and they gnawed on their nests and decided to drive the two away quickly.

There is no room for delay.

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