Yecheng, the capital of the Southern Dynasties, is full of prosperity, the pavilions and buildings are located on both sides of the street in turn, the crowds of people come and go in an endless stream, and the loud shouting sound passes through the alley, and spreads everywhere by the wind. And at the end of the alley, there is the prince's mansion, the tall and mighty stone lions are lined up on both sides, the vermilion gate isolates the sound outside, the corridor in the house is waist back, the eaves are pecked high, the courtyard is scattered with a pond, all kinds of strange flowers and plants are attached to it, and at the end of the pond, is a rockery made of sterling silver, which is carved with tourmaline with various insects, the clear spring introduced from outside the house, flows from the tourmaline, moistens the water, and these dead things have life.

"Prince, Prince, there's news over there." Feng Ce, the housekeeper of the prince's mansion, hurriedly rushed to the inner courtyard, only to see Xiao Wei drinking alone, and the smell of wine in the house made Feng Ce frown, "Your Highness, now King Heng, King Qi's military power is in hand, and King Jing is deployed in the dark, although the emperor favors you, but the ministers of the court and the central government have their own support, if you are still so drunk, I am afraid that the position of the prince will be difficult to protect." ”

Although Feng Ce is the butler of the prince's mansion, he is a strategist, and in recent years, he has helped the prince to give advice and won the prince's trust.

Xiao Wei slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists, his green muscles were fully displayed, and his eyes were full of murderous energy, "Hmph, how can this palace be afraid of them, sooner or later they will die without a place to bury." ”

Xiao Wei is the emperor's favorite son, and he got almost everything he wanted, but just became the prince, Xiao Mo Xiao Xun made military exploits and divided the military power, and Xiao Huai was the most hateful, never dared to compete openly, and made some small moves in secret, which made the prince very dissatisfied.

Feng Ce sighed softly, the prince was still too young after all, he couldn't hold his breath, shook his head and said, "This is news from Zhang Yu, King Heng's life is indeed worried." ”

Xiao Wei took the note, glanced at it, then closed his five fingers, clenched them tightly, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "Great, you go and contact Yeda and Mu Handong immediately and tell them that they can implement the plan." ”

Feng Ce hesitated slightly, "But I always feel that something is wrong. With the information he has gathered over the years, the possibility of Xiao Mo being seriously injured is very small.

Xiao Wei sneered: "Xiao Mo was seriously injured in Shen Valley, Xiao Xun can't do it, if we hesitate and it is difficult to achieve a big thing, you can go and deploy it." ”

Although he agrees with Feng Ce's talent for scheming, he always focuses on 'stability' and misses a lot of opportunities, which makes Xiao Wei a little worried.

Feng Ce walked in the corridor of the Prince's Mansion, looking at the extremely prosperous decorations in the mansion and the exquisite mountain scenery, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, such extravagance, for the Prince, it could not be described as a sharp sword.

"Someone!" Xiao Wei tidied up his clothes and sat upright, he couldn't lose the momentum that the prince should have.

Two maids dressed in green came in response, saluted and waited for the dispatch.

"Change clothes, this palace is going to meet my father in a while."

The green-clothed maid stepped forward to change Xiao Wei's clothes, re-tied his hair, and called a few little maids to bring warm water and clean his face.

After Xiao Wei packed up, he immediately entered the sedan chair, preparing to meet his father, the Emperor of Light, Xiao Quan.

After only half a cup of tea, the prince arrived at the palace, and when he saw Xiao Quan, he knelt on the ground and cried.

"How can such a big person cry and cry." Xiao Quan sat at the top, although he was blaming the prince, but his tone was full of spoiling.

The prince wiped away his tears and kept kowtowing, "Wei'er is in danger, please call the shots." ”

"You get up first, if you have something to say." Xiao Quan motioned to the eunuch beside him to carry a chair for the prince.

After Xiao Wei sat down, he sobbed and said, "Father doesn't know, there is a mysterious force that has been fighting the idea of the Prince's Mansion recently, and Wei'er has not been able to sleep peacefully for several nights. ”

Looking at Xiao Wei's dark eyes, Xiao Quan was a little distressed and said, "Then how do you want your father?"

"Please send elite soldiers to defend the Prince's Mansion." Xiao Wei got up, knelt on the ground again, and pleaded.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Quan handed a tiger talisman on the table to the prince and said, "The elite soldiers in the city are at your disposal." ”

"Thank you, Father." Xiao Wei held the tiger talisman, his heart was very satisfied, with this tiger talisman, even if Xiao Mo held the military power, what if he couldn't transfer the soldiers and horses, he would die without a place to be buried, look up, look at the blue sky, his eyes wandered with the floating white clouds, such a good weather, Xiao Mo was afraid that he couldn't see it, and the smile of the yin owl floated on his face, urging the prince to rush back to the mansion.

The prosperity of Yecheng is beyond the reach of the border barracks, but the vast sky and bright moon here are also rare.

Xiao Mo lay lazily on the soft floor, holding a military book to study, but no matter how he looked at it, it was too casual.

Xia Man was bored, so he had to sit next to Xiao Mo, his feet off the ground, and he lowered his head and fantasized.

Xiao Mo looked at Xia Man's meditative state and proposed, "You might as well take a look at the book." ”

"I can't see it." Xia Man spread her hands, very helpless, even the modern vernacular text, she may not be able to read it, let alone the ancient documents, it is difficult to look at it.

"It's not that you can't read." Xiao Mo looked disdainful.

Xia Man argued: "How is it possible. ”

Xiao Mo raised his hand and handed the book to Xia Man, "Read the first page to me." ”

Xia Man snatched the book, reluctantly read a few lines, the font is diverse, similar to modern traditional characters, but there are differences in glyphs, fortunately, when appreciating ancient characters, he glanced at a few times, and stumbled up, "Ancient ...... Soldier...... The art of war, solid, no, yes, what. ”

After reading a few lines, Xia Man's eyes ached, his mind swelled, and a sense of sleepiness struck, and he yawned again and again, "I can't read it anymore." ”

"Then look at it, people still have to read more books in their lives." Xiao Mo didn't start, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Xia Man wanted to argue a few words, but he really had no confidence, and suddenly felt that all the books he had read for so many years were in vain, and he couldn't even compare with an ancient, and the mood of loss occupied the whole person, and he looked at the book of war at random as if he was angry, and after reading it for a while, he really couldn't arouse his interest, and when it came to the art of war, who could compare to Sun Bin.

After turning a few pages, Xia Man's eyelids had already fought countless times, and he wanted to fight for himself and read a few more pages, but he couldn't resist the strong sleepiness, so he quietly put down the book, tiptoed back to the sub-tent, and fell asleep.

After Xia Man left, Xiao Mo opened his eyes, picked up the silk book, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Hao Ran wrote on the silk book: The main reason why the Qin family has been in business for many years is that the Qin family attaches great importance to the education of the subset of the clansmen's classics and history, but Xia Man's performance just now is obviously not in line with the cultivation of a Qin family.

Xiao Mo put away the silk book and saw Xiao Xun coming in in a hurry.

"Third brother, the Heavenly Wolf Department and the Northern Dynasty have really united, just now the spies came to report that they gathered troops and horses and stationed them on the border with our DPRK." Xiao Xun's eyebrows were full of worry.

Xiao Mo smiled contemptuously, "But you really want to kill me." ”

"Then what should I do, do you want to write to my father and ask him to send troops to support?" Xiao Xun walked to the desk as he spoke, picked up his pen and began to write a letter.

"He doesn't care if I live or die, but if you write it, I'd like to see what he does." Xiao Mo's eyes were full of ridicule, and it was very unpleasant in Xiao Xun's eyes, "Third brother, the matter has passed, and my father is also forced to do so, don't blame him." ”

Xiao Mo's eyes were full of scarlet, a little mist covered it, and his mind was full of the tragic situation when his mother died, and at that time, he swore that he would make those who hurt his mother pay the price, including his father.

After Xiao Xun sent the written letter out, he walked to Xiao Mo's side, patted him on the back, and was about to say something to comfort him, but was interrupted by Xiao Mo first, "I'm fine, you go and count the soldiers and horses first, and prepare for the battle." ”

"Hmm."

Xiao Xun nodded, stepped out of the tent, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Mo's lonely back, and he was a little distressed, but he couldn't do anything about the third brother's heart knot.

Lying on the couch, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, how many days and nights, as long as Xiao Mo thought of his mother, he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, every time he fell asleep, it would be a nightmare, tormenting his mind.