Mu Yu was ready, put away his old clothes, and sat quietly in the tent, waiting for another move.

A moment later, Sikong Heng lifted the curtain again. Seeing Mu Yu, he was stunned for a moment.

She squatted half-hugged on her knees, the blue placket was tied with the wrong button, the turquoise ink lotus long skirt was spread out wantonly, the lake blue belt was tied at will, the goose yellow drapery was half on the shoulders, the wet hair had not yet dried, and it was scattered on both sides of the drapery, like a budding hibiscus, wet out of the water under the clear glow of the moonlight, quiet and agile and exuding an inextricable melancholy temperament.

Jing Nu Qishu, Sikong Heng actually thought of such a poem that was not suitable for her.

Mu Yu was shaken by the moonlight, and suddenly came back to his senses, seeing Sikong Heng hurriedly staggering up.

Sikong Heng paced, one hand on Mu Yu's chest, trying to undo a button on her short undergarment.

Mu Yu instinctively protected his chest, grabbed the upper shirt with both hands and shrunk into a ball, gritted his teeth and stared at Sikong Heng.

Sikong Heng's eyes were not cleared, he sneered, pointed to her chest, and his thin lips were half-open and half-closed: "Girls' homes, neat appearance is basic etiquette. You are in a hurry, and you can tie the wrong button when you wear clothes, which shows how careless you are on weekdays! ”

When Mu Yu heard this, he hurriedly lowered his head, and sure enough, he found that he had tied the wrong button, only to feel that his cheeks were hot, and he hurriedly wanted to untie the wrong button and retie it, but in a hurry, he became more and more clumsy and clumsy, and still made a mess.

Sikong Heng half-squatted down, lightly peeled off the buttons on Mu Wu's chest, the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers faintly dispersed, and his handsome face cast a bright and dark shadow on Mu Wu's chest in the beating candlelight.

A few minutes away, the coldness of his armor accompanied by the fragrance of magnolia flowers came to his face, as if to imprison people. Mu Mo watched his slender fingers swim between his chest, his heart was frantically pounding, but his body froze there, not daring to make any move.

Time seems to freeze, suffocating for a long time. Sikong Heng bowed his head slightly, and his eyes were preoccupied with the wrong button, and the distance between him and Mu Yu was a millimeter, as if as soon as he made a move, he was powerless.

Mu Mo held his breath, suddenly pulled out his dagger, and stabbed straight at Sikong Dong's abdomen.

Sikong Heng was caught off guard and dodged sideways, but a deep blood-red wound had been cut on his arm.

Mu Yu was taken aback, he didn't expect that he still dodged so fast when he was defenseless and so close, and he drew his knife and stabbed Sikong Heng again, but as a result, the knife did not set off, and the whole person was caught by Sikong Heng in the air.

"What are you doing!" Sikong Heng asked in a low voice, snatched the dagger from Mu Wu's hand, and held her in his arms.

Mu Mo kicked his feet and scolded angrily: "You black-hearted bad guy! Colluded with Sikong Dong, harmed the Mo family, and killed the master! I'm going to kill you today! Avenge the master and the brothers of the Mo family! ”

"Lord Wang!" Chi Lu's voice came from outside the tent, anxious and inquiring.

"It's okay! Don't come in! Sikong Heng shouted outside the door.

He tightened his hoop and warned in a low voice: "You'd better be quiet, in the barracks, there are dangers lurking and embattled on all sides, and there are dangers everywhere that you can't imagine." If the wall has ears and provokes people who come to Sikong Dong, no matter how good I am, I can't protect you! ”

"You!" Mu Yu's volume was out of control in a hurry, and he was immediately covered by Sikong Heng, with a vague voice, and asked angrily, "Who are you?" Why do you have my master's relics?! ”

"I was tossed by you all night today, I'm sleepy enough! Stop it! Go to bed! ”

Sikong Heng said, pulled out the marching couch, spread out a futon, and carried Mu Mo to the bed: "I warn you, don't make trouble again!" If I were an enemy of the Mo family, I would have pushed the boat down the river as early as when Sikong Dong just wanted to kill you! ”

After that, he took off his armor and saw that his arm had been scratched bloody, so he pulled out a few strands of white cloth and simply bandaged the wound.

"Lord Wang!" Chi Lu's voice continued to ask anxiously outside the tent.

Sikong Heng was a little irritable: "I said it's not in the way!" ”

"Lord Wang", Chi Lu paused, "General Zhou wants to see you." ”

Sikong Heng was stunned, hurriedly bandaged the wound, hid the dirty clothes Mu Mo had changed under the marching couch, threw the armor on the bed, blocked Mu Wu's body, and warned: "Someone is coming in a while, don't make a sound!" No outsider knows about you with me! If the news leaks and attracts Sikong Dong, I can't protect you anymore! ”

"What the hell are you ......" Mu Yu's words had not yet been asked, and he had been blindfolded by Sikong Heng, leaving only two eyes. Looking out from the gap in the armor, I saw Sikong Heng change into ordinary deep clothes, sit in front of the table, and rush outside and say, "Come in!" ”

The curtain of the camp tent was lifted, and Zhou Yan stepped into the door, glanced at the chaotic scene in the camp tent, and was a little stunned.

"I just took a shower and was about to rest", Sikong Heng explained unhurriedly, and then asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Come and see you", Zhou Yan sat next to Sikong Heng and asked, "What are you going to do tonight?" ”

"Hold your ground and wait for the right moment." Sikong Heng poured tea for Zhou Figurines.

Zhou Yan bowed down to take the tea and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Before I came to Liangzhou, I stayed in the palace of Uncle Yiwang in Chang'an for a day. He just arrived in Qinzhou last year, and Sikong Dong took over the affairs of Ning Wangshu Qin and Liang to supervise the army, and the two competed for power, so he naturally had some ideas in his heart, so he proposed to join forces with me to bring down Sikong Dong on the grounds that my father and mother were killed. ”

Sikong Heng said, paused for a moment, and poured another cup of tea: "Now, I want to agree." ”

"Unite with the King of the River?" Zhou Yan frowned, "Sikong Dong is tyrannical, and he is naturally not a good person to do such a thing to the prince's wife; But Sikong Yi is two-faced and three-stabbed, which is tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger, do you have to think twice? ”

"Zifang", Sikong Heng lowered his eyes, staring at the water waves in the tea cup, and did not make a sound for a long time.

"I have no choice." Sikong Heng finally said lightly.

"Ah Heng......" Zhou Yan looked at Sikong Heng worriedly, his expression exuded the indifference and coldness that was rare at that age.

Since leaving Beijing many years ago, the teenager who was once ignorant of the world has grown into such a calm appearance.

His parents were killed and Langya fell, and it was hard to imagine what kind of energy he was suppressing in his heart.

"By the way, Zifang, there's something for you to bother with." Sikong Heng came back to his senses, looked up and asked Zhou Yu, "Do you have subordinates who are familiar with the situation in Liangzhou, act smartly, are loyal and reliable, but are not easy to be detected by Sikong Dong?" ”

"You want to inquire about the evidence of Sikong Dong's collusion with Yu Wannian?" Zhou Yan's eyes were appreciative, but he showed disappointment, "It's not a secret, since I entered Liangzhou, I feel that Sikong Dong and Yu Wannian are not quite right, and I have been investigating, but how can Sikong Dong and Yu Wannian behave treacherously, and they are familiar with the terrain of Xiliang, and our people don't know the essentials." ”

"This matter is really tricky", Sikong Heng thought for a moment, "I'll think of a way." ”

"Three days later, ...... the matter of sending troops to attack Yu Wannian?" Zhou Yan put down the teacup and leaned over to inquire tentatively.

"Zifang", Sikong Heng raised his eyes to look at the Zhou figurines and wrote eight words on the bamboo slips.

Zhou Yan looked at it and wrote: "The opportunity must not be lost, and the time will never come again." ”