Jiang Han, who knew her very well, naturally knew what she had in mind, and glanced at her with slanted eyes, "Of course I asked the old emperor." ”

For this question, Xiao Shi didn't care about that answer, and said casually with his hands around his chest: "The old man has never cared about me. ”

Lin Mo just wanted to open his mouth, but he picked his lips and said, "I'm not going to fight with you, I'm going to find that bear girl." ”

Lin Mo, who was blocked in a word, had nothing to say, and looked at Feng Yichen, and coincidentally, Feng Yichen was also looking at her, as if he saw her thoughts, and said slowly, "Let them follow, and you will be more relaxed when the time comes." ”

What he said made a lot of sense, and Lin Mo nodded approvingly.

In fact, with Feng Yichen here, many things don't need Lin Mo to worry about, and these two are very afraid of Feng Yichen, and they can live down when the time comes.

Thinking of this, I just thought about giving them a lesson.

In general, with a husband and a gentleman, everything is easy to do.

In the evening, they set up camp in the open space near Jianglin City.

After Lin Mo and Feng Yichen had dinner, they inspected this area.

It is said that it is a patrol, but it is better to take a walk after dinner and patrol its own patrols.

There is no news on the border for the time being, and the army in the west does not seem to have moved.

Could it be that the old emperor of the Western Realm really kept the agreement?

Otherwise, why not take advantage of this opportunity to pursue the victory, and choose to stand still?

Lin Mo was a little puzzled.

The cool breeze hit on the summer night, Lin Mo couldn't help but shudder, Feng Yichen pulled her closer, "Does Mo Mo feel cold?" Do you want to go back first? ”

"Good!" Lin Mo was about to return to the camp with Feng Yichen, when suddenly there was a melodious flute sound, which was somewhat the same as what he heard in Liujiang that night, melodious and tactful.

Lin Mo paused, how could there be a flute in this wilderness?

She glanced at Feng Yichen, and it happened that Feng Yichen was also looking at her.

The two glanced at each other, and Lin Mo called the soldiers over and asked him to take a few people to find out who was playing the flute here and bring people over.

Lin Mo and Feng Yichen returned to the camp tent, waiting for the people sent out to come back.

Soon, the soldiers brought the man.

As soon as Lin Mo saw this person, his eyes as bright as stars moved.

This......

The little beautiful man who gave her the flute.

As soon as he saw this person, and then saw Lin Mo's eyes looking at him, Feng Yichen's face next to him changed instantly, and he said coldly, "Why are you here?" ”

The man did not answer Feng Yichen's words, but smiled at Lin Mo, and his eyes were full of crescents, expressing his pleasure.

Ignoring Feng Yichen's dark face, he raised his lips and looked at Lin Mo, and said in a clear voice: "Girl, I said that we would meet again." ”

Will we meet again?

Feng Yichen's side clenched his hand, looking at this man's eyes as if he had quenched this ice ballast, cold and terrifying, "Answer this king, you still want to be disposed of in the name of a spy." ”

Lin Mo, who was sitting on the side, felt the coldness on Feng Yichen's body when he heard the man's words, raised his hand to hold his hand, and said to the man in front of him: "Answer the words of the prince honestly." ”

The man pursed his lips and said casually: "Go home, passing by here, there is no place to live and I have to sleep in the wilderness, who knows that playing a flute will be brought by your people." ”

He looked lazy and improper, and Lin Mo couldn't judge the truth of what he said for a while, so he turned his head to look at Feng Yichen.

The man didn't seem to feel Feng Yichen's hostility, and leaned closer to Lin Moxiao's eyebrows, "I gave the girl the chime spirit, do you still like it?" If you don't like it, I'll give it to the girl too. ”

Feeling that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, until the freezing point, Lin Mo really wanted to step forward and tear this man's mouth.

He has a good skin in vain, and he looks like a noble son, and his words are so bad.

Feng Yichen's hand on his side tightened and loosened, and he shouted outside: "Someone, tie this person up, and guard it strictly." ”

The voice was like an ice pick, and watching the soldiers tie up the man and take him out, Feng Yichen turned his head to look at Lin Mo, frowned, pursed his lips and waited for her explanation.