I'm tired of your sister! Mo Li's heart was roaring, should he say something so reverie!

She quickly jumped over, pulled the person into the house, and looked out the door, but fortunately, there was no one outside.

After closing the door, Mo Li glared and scolded, "Can you pay attention to what you say?" What should I do if someone misunderstands? ”

"What's the misunderstanding?" Murong Chu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I'm just concerned about the disciples of the Seventh Prince, could it be that Li'er thought of something?" ”

"I didn't think about it, I didn't think about anything!" The way Mo Li blew up her hair made Murong Chu feel funny, but she didn't tease her anymore, and shook her head outside: "Let's go!" ”

"What are you going to go, I didn't promise to go out with you." Mo Li pursed her lips and sat back on the side of the kang, looking ignorant.

Murong Chu chuckled, bullied over, and said in a low voice: "Li'er doesn't want to go out, do you want to relive last night's incident with your husband?" ”

"You...... You...... You, shameless! Mo Li pointed at him with a trembling finger, and her little face was flushed.

Murong Chu grabbed the little hand: "Let's go, it's so hot that my face is red, go out and cool off!" ”

Mo Li shook his hand, but he grabbed it tighter, and thought about it, if he was stuffed in the room, this guy might not know what else he would do, it would be safer to go outside.

Thinking of this, she stopped struggling, raised her clasped hands, blinked her eyes, and said, "The general doesn't want to go out holding hands with me like this, right?" I don't care, I'm afraid that the general will bear the name of a broken sleeve on his back! ”

The corners of Murong Chu's mouth twitched, and he finally let go of her hand: "Nonsense!" ”

Seeing Murong Chu's expression, Mo Li felt that he had finally pulled back a game, and followed him out of the post house with a smile.

The city of Xiangcheng is filled with a festive atmosphere because of the upcoming enthronement ceremony, and the streets are decorated with flowers, and Hu people dressed in festive costumes can be seen everywhere.

Eleven drove the carriage to a market, Murong Chu and Mo Li got out of the car, only to see that the bustling street was already bustling.

The buildings on both sides of the road are different from those of the Great Circumference ridge style, with round roofs, and the goods sold in the market are mostly furs, dairy products, and various decorations with regional characteristics.

Mo Li is still wearing men's clothes today, and her appearance has also been retouched, and walking on the street with Murong Chu can't help but remind her of the time when they were in Qinghuai, and the two of them also went shopping like this.

Walking slowly all the way, Mo Li has a feeling of being abroad, think about it, but no, for the people of Da Zhou, walking on the streets of Xiliang at the moment is really like traveling abroad. If it weren't for men's clothes, she really wanted to hold Murong Chu's arm and have a good stroll.

"Catch him, don't let him run!" As he was walking forward, suddenly a discordant voice came.

Not far away, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was running hard, and a middle-aged man with a broom in the back was shouting and chasing.

The boy panicked and stumbled onto the wooden frame of a stall on the side of the street, and one of them stumbled and fell to the ground, and the bun in his arms immediately rolled to the ground.

The middle-aged man caught up and raised the broom to hit, and the young man ignored the broom that fell on his body, and reached out to pick up the buns on the ground.

The broom head had already flown out, but the middle-aged man still didn't understand his hatred, and continued to knock down with the remaining half of the wooden pole in his hand.

The people passing by seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and no one stopped to ask.

Mo Li really couldn't look at it, and stepped forward a few steps forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm: "What's the matter, you want to beat him like this?" ”

The middle-aged man muttered and said, saying a lot of words, but Mo Li didn't understand a word.

Murong Chu came over and whispered, "He stole other people's buns, so he was chased and beaten." ”

"Isn't it just a few buns, as for beating people to death?" Mo Li took out a piece of broken silver from his purse and handed it to the middle-aged man, although the language was not understood, the man seemed to understand what she meant, took the silver, mocked the young man on the ground, and turned to leave.

The young man protected the bun in his arms, raised his head, and under his unkempt hair, a dirty little face could no longer see its original appearance, but the dark eyes were shining with clear light.

The robe on his body was originally just shabby and a little dirty, and after being beaten like this, it was even more torn, and it was half hung on his body to reveal his scarred skin.

Mo Li sighed, took out a few more pieces of silver and handed them to the young man.

The young man on the ground got up, bowed deeply to Mo Li, and took the silver in her hand.

Mo Li wanted to turn around and leave, but was held by the young man at the corner of his clothes, he bent down, untied a legging, and took out a short knife from it, before the knife was unsheathed, Murong Chu had already protected Mo Li behind him, and looked at the young man vigilantly.

The young man did not pull out the knife, but bowed down and held the knife to the top of his forehead with both hands, seeing that it meant to give it to Mo Li.

"I don't want your stuff, you go." Mo Li poked her head out from behind Murong Chu and waved her hand, not knowing if the young man could understand what she said.

The young man kept his original posture unchanged, and it seemed that he had to let Mo Li accept it.

"I told you I wouldn't want it, so you better hurry up and buy food." Mo Li pulled Murong Chu's sleeve, "Let's go." ”

The boy looked up at the departing backs of the two and retied the short knife.

"Can you understand Hu Ren's words?" Mo Li asked Murong Chu beside him as he walked.

Murong Chu nodded: "I know a little bit about the surrounding countries and tribes. ”

"I didn't expect the general to still be a talent who knows many foreign languages!" Mo Li praised.

"I can't read the nautical chart you have." Murong Chu hooked the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, he just knew more about the countries and tribes around the Great Zhou Dynasty, but Mo Li could understand the language of Nanyang.

"I'll teach you when I have time later!" Mo Li showed a smug smile, she had learned that language since she was a child, and when she was in college, she took French and German, she had a certain talent in language, and that nautical chart was really a piece of cake for her.

"By the way, that person beat people on the street just now, why didn't anyone come forward to ask? As if no one was passing by and didn't even see it? Mo Li remembered the scene just now, this Xiliang is really strange, and no one is watching the excitement.

Murong Chu glanced at her sideways and said, "The Hu people have been fighting for many years, resulting in the destruction of many families, and in order to make a living, they will naturally become thieves." ”

"You mean they're no longer weird about people who steal?" Mo Li couldn't help frowning.

"Pretty much." Murong Chu nodded slightly, "Don't look at the prosperous scene on the surface of Xiangcheng, in fact, the people of Xiliang have been tortured by the war. ”

Mo Li sighed: "After the countryside is gone, the flesh and blood flow away from the road. Since ancient times, the throne of emperors has been built on the accumulated bones of the people. ”