Mo Yu stood silently beside them for a moment, and realized that it was not so much tactical research as it was talking on paper, playing a game of turf with each other.

Fan Li was a famous military scientist in the original history, good at using soldiers, and had his own views on tactics.

And Wei Ziqi is cautious, he must keep a good hand in everything, he will not attack easily, he is thoughtful in layout, and he is even more solid in defense.

This back and forth, the two chess opponents, playing on par, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low, thus becoming a tug of war.

In the end, Fan Li was slightly superior, since Wei Ziqi liked to defend, he exhausted his food, consumed the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and should not be able to form an army in actual combat.

And Fan Li always said at least four things at a time, which is reasonable and convincing.

Wei Ziqi sighed to himself, bowed to the wind, and praised a few words.

The two of them turned their gaze to Mo Yu at the same time, asking her what the reason was.

Mo Yu took out the steamed bun wrapped in silk cloth from his sleeve, and deliberately made the red sleeves warm up again when he brought it, and now it still looks white and tender and soft on the outside.

Fan Li immediately knew the meaning of Moyu, it was to bring them food, and with the concept of "no food at noon", he opened his mouth and began to preach.

"Early morning is the time of the eclipse, that is, the time of the eclipse of the heavens; Noon is the time when the Buddha eats, that is, the time when the Buddhas of the three worlds come to eat; Sunset is the time when animals eat; Dusk is the time when the spirits eat. It's twilight now, and it's not a good time to eat. ”

It means that it is time for the beasts to eat.

Mo Yu listened and wanted to hit someone.

- If you don't eat it, you won't eat it, and the labor and management will give it to you tomorrow!

She twitched the corner of her eye, put the steamed bun back, and said with a cold face: "Since this is the case, don't force it, I'll take it and feed it to the pigs." ”

After that, he turned his head and prepared to leave, thinking about how to return to the furnace and rebuild it, and he wanted to change his way to let Fan Li eat it.

Wei Ziqi lowered his head slightly, and his blue eyes looked at the familiar relationship between Mo Yu and Fan Li.

After Mo Yu entered the hospital, he was a little distracted, and in the end, he deliberately lost to Fan Li because of his unintentional love for the war.

At this time, seeing that Mo Yu was about to leave without saying a word, he also got up, hugged his fist at Fan Li and said, "Since it is late, then Wei Mou has also left." ”

A slight smile appeared on Fan Li's gentle and jade-like face, as if he had seen through Wei Ziqi's intentions, but he didn't point it out, and said, "Go slowly, don't send it." ”

Mo Yu and Wei Ziqi left Fan Li's residence one after the other.

Within a few steps, the two walked side by side on the way to the West Tower.

In the castle, Wei Ziqi took off his military uniform and wore some dark brown clothes, and his resolute appearance looked cold and cold with a demeanor that no one should enter.

The two have some similarities in temperament, and they destroy this image as soon as they open their mouths.

"Didn't Ji Niang come here to find Wei on purpose? How do you say hello and leave? There was a strong sense of ridicule in his tone.

Mo Yu didn't give in, raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Hey, since you came out with yourself, it means that you are not so stupid, why do you want me to explain?" ”

"So sharp-toothed, why don't you argue with Brother Fan?"

"I'm too lazy to bother with him, lest I give him a chance and make your ears calloused."

Wei Ziqi held back a smile and changed the topic: "Why did my mother send food to eat just now?" ”

"Of course, so you can get a taste of my craft!" Ink lies and has perfected skills.

"Oh? Oh! Wei Ziqi was slightly stunned.

Mo Yu smiled and took out the steamed bun again, and chose a flower roll shape and put it in his hand.

Wei Ziqi took a sip and frowned: "This ...... What is this made of? ”

"What else can it be, of course, it's the most ordinary rice noodles."

Wei Ziqi glanced at it coldly: "Is it, this taste is a little familiar?" ”

Mo Yu's eyes lit up: "You know? ”