"Stomach ache?" Wen Moqing put down the scroll and glanced up at Yan Li.

Yan Liwu shook his head with a tired face: "No, it's a little disgusting, I ate too much greasy just now." ”

Hearing the answer, Wen Moqing stared at Yan Liwu for a long time, and then suddenly jumped up from the stool, and his warm palm gently touched Yan Liwu's lower abdomen.

Nausea, retching, hating oiliness, these are indeed the symptoms of pregnancy, but it is impossible to say that it is impossible. Pushed away Wen Moqing's arm vigorously, leaned back into his arms, and sighed lightly: "Don't dream, where is the child?" That night...... Mu Daxia's congratulatory gift to you really came in handy. ”

Kissing Yan Li's soft earlobe, Wen Moqing's lips were slightly raised: "Angry? I just don't want to have children so early, and now that the situation is turbulent and the world is chaotic, I don't want our children to be born and see the sky full of fire. We'll wait until this all settles down—"

"Okay, when did I get angry about this?" Yan Liwu stepped on the surface of Wen Moqing's feet, comfortably absorbing the warmth in his arms, "I know, you are ready to go to the battlefield to meet the enemy in the war, how can you be left behind as the No. 1 loyal warrior in the sky?" Otherwise, we wouldn't have to go straight to the north without even going home. It's just that this rainy day is really troublesome, it has been raining for two days in a row, and you can't go in a hurry, does it suffocate you? ”

"No one is noisy, no one is annoying, with you by your side all day long, how can you be depressed? But if you ask me...... I'll admit, I'm lying. ”

There was another toss-and-turn laugh, adding to the lifeless inn.

After receiving the news that the northern border army was turned against by the elite soldiers of Qingyue State, Wen Moqing immediately decided to turn back and run to the north. Helplessly, the weather was not beautiful, and only halfway through it began to rain heavily, pouring non-stop, and the post road was full of mud and water, and it was impossible to travel, let alone the shortcut path. Forced to have no choice but to stay at the inn, reading books, dancing swords, teasing and worrying every day to pass the time.

Although people can't rush to the north, Wen Moqing is not without action. After winning the consent of Lou Qianhan, all the killers of the Ranxue Pavilion who were performing tasks near the north gave up their tasks one after another, and all rushed to the border barracks in the north, although they were unable to turn the tide and rescue the besieged border army, several assassinations also made the Qingyue soldiers angry and afraid, and they did not dare to ignore the encirclement and suppression of the border army in the rear.

Ling Xi must be rushing back at this time, I don't know if she was trapped by the heavy rain. God bless General Night not to have an accident, such a good person should live a long life. ”

"How many people can survive the war?" Wen Moqing didn't know whether he was asking whether he was asking about his worries or asking himself, and it was inevitable that there were three or two sighs and sentimentality in his tone. After a while, Wen Moqing pulled Yan Liwu and sat down at the table: "Now there are the second prince and Chu Ci and Wunian in the south, and General Yun is commanding and dispatching, and for a while, the army of the Hosdu Empire cannot attack; The situation in the north is relatively more critical. However, only the two of us were useless in the past, and no matter how high our kung fu was, it was in vain in the face of thousands of troops. ”

With Wen Moqing's intelligence, he naturally wouldn't ask her for advice, and Yan Liwu knew that he must have made arrangements, so he didn't ask, and only looked at him with a calm gaze.

Sure enough, Wen Moqing had a plan.

"There are not many standing troops in the Great Abyss, and the most elite part is trapped in the imperial capital waiting for the emperor's dispatch by order, and this part is put on hold for the time being. I want to mobilize the disciples of the various sects in the rivers and lakes as much as possible, after all, they all have kung fu in their bodies, and their combat power on the battlefield has doubled, far exceeding the soldiers of Qingyue or Hostur. However, these Jianghu people who have no grievances with the court are accustomed to pretending to be high-minded, and always think that having something to do with the court is a desire for profit, and it is not easy to mobilize them. ”

A long time ago, I understood that Jianghu is a special existence.

Those people in the rivers and lakes who are armed with martial arts are unwilling to be bound by the law, because the ability to make trouble is too strong, and the court is not very willing to have friction with them, mainly to appease, so the murders caused by grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes are often ignored with one eye closed. Over time, the people in the rivers and lakes have formed a concept - the court does not dare to care about them, the court is incompetent and corrupt, and those who are involved with the court are either for the sake of reputation or profit.

Such a group of people always aim to do the right thing for heaven and eradicate adultery and eliminate evil, but they don't know that many times they themselves are the most unjust, just like the last time many sects went to the drunken wind and snow moon tower to besiege her, and in the end, after explaining the truth and questions, those people dispersed without saying a word? Chivalry and righteousness, the emphasis is on feelings, rationality is naturally put behind, if you really want to mobilize these people, you must start with love, supplemented by reason.

Yan Li pondered for a long time, but when he said it, he was not too confident: "It doesn't seem to be useful to reason with them." Don't they all say, 'Knowing is reasonable, moving is emotional'? I think it might be better to put feelings before reason, after all, they are all righteous people who take their lives. ”

Wen Moqing shrugged: "I can't do this kind of thing, just leave it to Senior Brother Mu." ”

"That's right, you and Bi Xiao don't like to talk much in front of outsiders, and they don't have a lot of friends like Mu Daxia, and they are exquisite. By the way, are Bi Xiao and Jiu'er still in Dingyuan Palace? Last time, Boss Jun deliberately involved Jiu'er in the war, and I was always worried about her. ”

At the mention of Bi Xiao, Wen Moqing was silent for a while, and then his tone pretended to be light: "The house is in a mess, and no one can spare time to take care of Jiu'er, so Bi Xiao asked Bi Sheng to send Jiu'er to Anzhou Wang Yuanwai." To the ...... with Bi Xiao I guess I'm on my way to Anju now. ”

The Dingyuan Palace, because of the death of the King of Dingyuan, was in a mess, and there was no way to send away Jiu'er, but Yan Liwu didn't understand, what did Bi Xiao do in Anzhou at this time? Bi Xiao is gone, who will take care of the paralyzed Wen Mohong?

Without waiting for the words to leave the worrying fox and ask suspicious questions, Wen Moqing has already given the answer.

"Bi Xiao went after Bi Sheng - according to the clues we found, it is very likely that Bi Sheng has secretly colluded with Lian Song a long time ago, and the person who attacked you and your father that night and snatched the edict to avoid death and framed you was attracted by Bi Sheng."

Wen Moqing's tone was too calm, so calm that Yan Liwu thought he was joking, until he couldn't find a trace of joke in his deep eyes, and Yan Liwu panicked, got up and staggered backwards.

The stool fell over, and the teapot and cup on the table almost toppled over due to the violent impact, and when he retreated to the corner of the wall and had no way out, he leaned against the wall with great worry.

"The man who killed his father...... Is Bisheng? Is it necessary? Just because you didn't choose her? The cool breath inhaled in his chest made Yan Liwu tremble, and in addition to being confused, a kind of panic surged into his heart, "Jiu'er...... What about Jiu'er? Is there anything wrong with Jiu'er? Bisheng, will she poison Jiu'er? ”

"I don't know yet, so I asked Bi Xiao to rush to Anzhou. Bi Sheng's nature is not bad, and he was probably used by others, and Lian Song's ability to demagogue people is too strong. Bi Xiao will send me a message immediately after picking up Jiu'er in Anzhou, it's useless for you to be in a hurry here, wait in peace. The leisurely comfort of a moment ago was gone, and Wen Moqing felt a little regretful, but he still walked over and hugged Yan Li's worries and gave the greatest comfort.

Even if he is more anxious than anyone else.

There were too many burdens and worries on Yan Liwei, so that she still felt tired and weak even though she was leaning on Wen Mo's feelings, and her whispered words were almost murmuring: "When will this troubled world end?" How many more people will have to die before they can live quietly? I don't want to watch important people leave ...... anymore."

Those whom she loves and likes, when will they be able to stay away from sorrow and pain, and no longer have life and death?

A voice of hope can only be heard by Wen Moqing, and in a distant land, the killings, wars, joys and sorrows, are still uncontrolled by anyone and are constantly staged, and no one will stop them.

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"Niangniang, something is not quite right on the prince's side recently! You see, the prince hasn't been to the study for more than ten days, right? I heard that the prince has been nesting in the East Palace for more than ten days, saying that he is sick, and he is still very sick, but the princess neither invited the imperial doctor nor sent someone to the imperial medicine hall to grab medicine, but ran to the lead Hua Palace if he was fine, you said this...... What's this called? ”

In the Fenghuan Palace, where incense is curling, the small pavilion is full of confusion.

Lan Zhirong closed her eyes as if she was asleep, and the corners of her brightly colored mouth were slightly upturned: "Let them toss." The crown prince is uncomfortable, and the princess is probably too lazy to take care of it and has no place to relieve her boredom, so she went to the Leadhua Palace to see the little slut and see if there is anything more miserable than herself, and her heart is comfortable. Oh, this family is interesting, like the little bird in the golden cage, fed with good rice and water, fed with good food, and without having to experience wind and sun, it is more painful than anyone else. When Lian Song has played enough and killed them, they will be relieved. ”

"Huh? Even the Lord wants to kill, kill the crown prince and the crown princess?! Xiao Tingzi gasped and exclaimed, and immediately covered his mouth again to lower his voice, "Niangniang, the emperor is already a waste person, if the prince is also dead, then our Dayuan will not be-"

Halfway through his words, Xiao Tingzi realized that he had thought wrong and hurriedly shut his mouth.

He almost forgot that Concubine Yun, who was at the top of the Dayuan harem, was from the weak Qingyue Kingdom, just like Lian Song. This great abyss is not their hometown in the first place, how can they care if the imperial court will collapse and whether the imperial power will fall? If this great abyss became in the hands of Qingyue Kingdom, they would only be happier, right?

Imagining the scene of the Great Abyss being divided by Hostu or Qingyue Kingdom, Xiao Tingzi shuddered, he wanted to know what would happen to him if he really got to that point, and he paradoxically didn't want to know.

In short, it won't end well.

"Little pavilion." Lan Zhirong suddenly spoke, "Are you afraid?" ”

Xiao Tingzi was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and decided to answer honestly: "I'm afraid." The slave is afraid that Dayuan will die, and the life of the slave will not be guaranteed. ”

"Well, it's the truth." Lan Zhirong smiled, not like the charming smile in the face of Wen Jingyuan, but with a hint of loneliness, a hint of confusion, a faint smile that the small pavilion couldn't understand. Raising her hand to cover the light in front of her, Lan Zhirong seemed to say to herself: "I'm also afraid, I'm very afraid." I don't know what Lian Song wants, what he wants this world to become, I just know that everything he does is for fun, so that he doesn't feel bored...... Xiaotingzi, a person who has no pursuits, no ideals, and is only born for pleasure but can control the world, do you say, will he turn the world into hell? ”

The little pavilion didn't answer.

Or rather, he didn't dare to answer.

The emperor who was thrown into death row like a dog to catch his breath, the puppet prince who was like a caged bird with wings and could not fly, and the multinational war provoked by Lian Song...... Isn't this world already hell?

Quietly trembling for a moment, Xiao Tingzi seemed to be a little dazzled, rubbing his eyes, unable to determine whether what he saw just now was true or false.

He seemed to see that Concubine Yun gently wiped a tear from the corner of her eye just now?

A lifetime of sighs, with a bitter hatred.

"No matter what happens in this world, even if I have to go to hell in the end, I will drag my words and sorrows together, only she can never be happy!"