Chapter 810: Mo Zixuan returns, and my family has just grown up
In fact, the other party's gentle peach blossom eyes are charming, which is simply seductive and confusing.
At this moment, Jiang Zebei was all over his body, exuding the demeanor of a leader.
Chen Mengtian only lost his mind for a moment, and then returned to normal.
She stepped forward, took the other person's hand, pressed it to the stool and sat down, and combed his hair herself.
"Mo Zixuan, they will go to the capital today, these people are reliable, they have no place to live in the capital for the time being, and they will live in the mansion."
Jiang Zebei spoke up and replied to Chen Mengtian.
Chen Mengtian combed his hair and asked casually: "Mo Zixuan has been with you for three years, and Mo Ziye has also been with you for two years." ”
This is just a simple telling, not really asking Jiang Zebei.
But he still responded: "Well, it's been two years." ”
"How is this man doing?"
Jiang Zebei did not answer immediately, but frowned slightly.
Chen Mengtian just brought a jade crown for him and inserted a hosta,
She walked up to the man and looked at the other man, and found that his brow was slightly furrowed, and she couldn't help but reach out and slowly smooth it out.
"Don't frown, is he difficult to manage, or does he have other problems?"
Jiang Zebei loosened his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, "It's okay, it's just that his methods are too cruel, I was a little hesitant about the 30,000 soldiers who died in the Western Regions back then, but Mo Ziye took matters into his own hands and put down all his 30,000 soldiers." ”
This matter has always been in his mind, and he always feels awkward, but he doesn't think about it from time to time, but when Monte mentions it, he remembers it again.
Mo Ziye is a talent, and he is still a rare help.
Chen Mengtian naturally knew what Jiang Zebei said.
When this matter first spread to Xiliang Kingdom, many people's impression of General Xiaoyong was that he was brutal and ruthless.
Some people even say that General Xiaoyong is an extremely ugly person, because of his ugly appearance, he is also cruel and ruthless in his heart.
Even now, there are still people who say this, but they are not as disgusted as when the people were ignorant.
In the past few years, Jiang Zebei has made a lot of contributions to the people of Xiliang Kingdom.
They never disturbed the people on the border, and they often came to their aid.
The people on the border are very supportive of General Xiaoyong, especially the "good name" and contribution of General Xiaoyong in the past two years, which have reached the ears of the people in the center of Xiliang Kingdom.
General Xiaoyong was gradually beautified by the people, especially the people on the border, who really had a good impression of him.
As long as they meet people, they will talk about the various deeds of the brave general, all of which are the love for the people and how many innocent people have been saved by the fighting on the battlefield.
They defended the land of Xiliang Kingdom from being occupied by other countries, and let the border people feel at ease, this is the great hero.
Chen Mengtian recalled Mo Ziye's evil temperament, and also knew that he was not easy to control, and the other party was indeed a very evil person.
But this man is no bad for her.
When it comes to Mo Ziye, Jiang Zebei is not without a good impression.
It's just that his temperament, his style of acting, and one more thing is a headache.
Mo Ziye has good skin, feminine and durable, and is very rare to attract women, and he has not caused peach blossoms.
In the past two years, the other party has followed him, but he has not caused any love debts.
Thinking of his confidantes, and even made trouble in the barracks, Jiang Zebei didn't mention this person with a headache.
He took Chen Mengtian's hand and walked outside the house, "Let's go eat first." ”
"Okay."
When the two walked to the front hall to eat, the secret guard returned, Mo Zixuan, Mo Ziye, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui and others arrived.