There is a quiet mountain forest to the east of Shuofang Village, where there is a large coniferous forest that is green all year round, and Mo Yan is holding on to the warm leaves and stepping on the thick pine needles, which feels particularly unreal. He tightened his grip on Wen Ye's waist, and Wen Ye sensed his nervousness and raised his head to meet his deep eyes.

"Molang?"

Mo Yan smiled faintly, and there was bitterness on his face that could not be hidden. Mo Yan's mother Luo Yao died in the border battle more than ten years ago, this has always been a pain in his heart, since he went to the capital, he has never returned to Liangzhou, most likely to avoid that painful past.

"I haven't returned for many years, I don't know if my mother will complain about me......

Seeing him strong, Wen Ye's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she felt distressed, she could understand the pain of losing her relatives the most.

"How so! There are no parents in the world who don't love their children, and your mother-in-law won't complain about you."

The two walked into the pine forest next to each other, and more than a dozen tombstones were quietly erected among the pines and cypresses, and they were quietly facing the gurgling streams, and they were scattered and orderly among the lush mountains and forests.

Unlike the desolate and silent cemetery, there are no lifeless paper money and incense candles in front of the tombstone, only an epitaph engraved behind the tombstone to express great achievements.

Wanzhao handed over a silver wine jug, Mo Yan poured a pot of wine and knelt in front of the stele, and poured the wine into the Yellow Spring.

Wen Ye also took one and followed him, but the wine was red juice when it was put into the soil, which really scared her.

"Molang, what is this?"

Mo Yan took the cup in her hand, Wen Ye is not good at fine wine and does not drink it often, so naturally he doesn't know this special wine of Jing Pingguo.

"This grape wine is my mother's favorite, and when she was a child, she often greedy for a cup, but she was not drunk with a thousand cups."

Wen Ye instantly understood that his astonishing amount of alcohol was with his mother.

"Little Marquis, General Wang is here."

Clear Sky retreated to the side, General Wang bowed and saluted, today he was dressed in regular clothes, but from his demeanor at a glance, this person is a man in the army.

"Wang Yan has seen the little marquis! Master Hou is waiting for you, would you like to go with your subordinates?"

General Wang didn't get up without saying anything, and stood in place for a long time before Mo Yan said lightly.

"Clear sky, send my wife out of the forest first, and wait for me at the entrance of the village."

"Yes."

Qingkong nodded in agreement, Wen Ye raised his eyes to Shang Moyan's eyes, his eyes revealed exhaustion and reluctance, Wen Ye's heart "chuckled" and had a bad premonition.

"Molang, I want to ......."

"It's okay, I'll go and come back, don't worry."

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth hooked, and he gave her a faint smile back. Although she was uneasy, she still didn't want her to worry about herself, so she had to tease her. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his slender fingers ran across her cheeks, slowly resting upwards at her sensitive earlobes, the fiery touch staining her cheeks red.

"Three ladies, still so shy."

Mo Yan leaned over and whispered in her ear, the uneasiness in his heart and the exhaustion on his face swept away.

Wu Yue State has been "building a country with literature" since the establishment of the country, and in recent years, Emperor Yan has ordered coastal trade, so its etiquette, music, learning and trade exchanges are incomparable to Jingping Kingdom. This made the Jingping people very angry, although there was not much war on the border, but this was only a calm on the surface.

Jing Pingguo's spies never stopped harassing the border people and caravans, and Wu Yueguo's "building the country with literature" directly led to "emphasizing literature over military force", so the biggest worry at the moment is foreign enemies. If the border is not able to use force, it can only be cut day by day and moon to tend to die, which is also the reason why the military generals have guarded the border for generations.

"Father."

Mo Yan bowed and saluted, and when Mo Hou Ye heard this, he turned around, and he hadn't seen the boy for three years, and he had grown into a handsome son. With fair skin, slender fingers, and deep eyes, Mo Hou Ye couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: Like, he is too much like Luo Yao, but this white hair...... I really didn't expect that his rumors were true, and it seems that this affectionate and righteous temperament also followed her......

"Zicheng, is the woman with you the wife chosen by the Empress Dowager for you?"

Mo Hou Ye asked cautiously, two days ago, Mo Yan went to the border barracks, and he happened to be reviewing the border defense

Army, father and son failed to see each other. He came here today to see Mo Yan, but he happened to meet Wen Ye to come together, it was really not polite to meet here abruptly, so he could only call Mo Yan to ask a few words, if he could make an appointment to meet formally in Mo Mansion, it would be great.

"It's me who wants to marry myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Mo Yan frowned, and turned his face away, not wanting to explain too much to him. When Marquis Mo saw him say this, he was afraid that he was estranged from him by the influence of the court, and he was immediately angry.

"You have been a gentleman for the past three years, how could you suddenly marry a wife, and you are not her old man......

"No, I want to marry myself."

Mo Yan raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the Marquis of Mo, at this moment he was no longer afraid and uneasy, he only thought of the third lady who cherished her heart, and his deep eyes showed a determined gaze.

"Zicheng ......"

Mo Hou Ye took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide, this look is very familiar to him, Luo Yao showed his heart to him back then is such a look, it seems that he is moved by true feelings this time, if this is the case, then it is not a bad thing for him to marry a wife.

"Treat her well, and let go of the past."

"Drop? I'm different from you, and I won't forget the hatred of killing my mother and killing my wife."

Mo Yan clenched his fists and stared into the distance angrily, he would never let go of that person, if he found evidence of collaborating with the enemy, that person's life must be ended in person.

"Hey, you're ......."

Mo Hou Ye swallowed the words "too much like her", Luo Yao is a taboo for the two, he has never mentioned it for many years, and he dare not mention it.

"I was just going to ask you, what is the purpose of coming to Liangzhou this time? The eldest son of the Mo family can't leave Beijing without permission, you ......."

He asked, Mo Yan could no longer suppress the troubled heart in his heart, he hadn't seen a word for three years was distrust and unfamiliarity with him, if it weren't for everyone calling him Mo Xiaohou, he would have forgotten that his father was Chengyang Hou Molin.

"Before leaving Beijing, I asked Emperor Yan for a decree, and I will not affect the Chengyang Marquis Mansion."

At this time, Mo Yan just wanted to leave immediately, and he interrupted Mo Hou Ye unhappily, which also successfully aroused Mo Hou Ye's anger.

"Rebel! How could I have been one of those people who were afraid of being repercussed?"

Mo Yan felt that it was useless to say more, so he bowed his hand goodbye and turned to leave. The knot between him and his father over the years is not something that can be said in one or two sentences, and it is better not to say it.

Mo Yan didn't go back to the cemetery, he walked aimlessly along the stream, he didn't want his mother to see him like this, if he let her know that their father and son were arguing, he would be worried and sad.

"Molang."

Wen Ye's gentle voice came from behind her, and Mo Yan turned to meet her concerned eyes, and there was a sudden warmth in her heart.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Wen Ye pursed his lips and smiled, he didn't say that he understood, so he naturally didn't worry about him.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Wen Ye took Mo Yan's arm, chased the sun through the dense forest, stepped on the thick pine needles, raised his hand to caress the towering ancient trees, and the pleasant spring water and bird calls made people kind and comfortable. The evening light and the clear sky followed from afar, trying not to disturb the two.

"Mo Lang quarreled with his father-in-law?"

Wen Ye asked casually, trying to relieve the boredom in his heart.

"I will never be able to be as deeply righteous as he is, putting aside the love of children and devoting myself to the country and the people."

Mo Yan laughed to himself, if he lost his beloved, he would be desperate to set foot on that reckless place, instead of hiding hatred and guarding the border. Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. This promise of life and death is really moving, but how many people can really do it......

"Parents love their children, and they have far-reaching plans. I believe that Hou Ye is not forgetting, but has his own considerations."

Wen Ye said words of comfort and pulled him for a walk by the stream, the clear water flowing slowly, and finally merging into the lake not far away. Her words were like this clear spring water, unconsciously nourishing Mo Yan's restless mind, and he suddenly thought of what Clear Sky had said.

"Suppressing the evil in your heart is the true salvation of yourself."

"Who told you this, clear skies?"

Wen Ye bit her lower lip, this sentence was her precept to herself in the past three years, but she didn't expect it to be listened to by Mo Yan. Mo Yan shook his head, none of this mattered, the important thing was that he wanted to try it for Wen Ye.

"I promise you, one day I will do it."

Wen Ye nodded excitedly, a ray of sunlight shone on the lake through the thin clouds, the lake under the sun sparkled, and a small boat leaned across the silent shore.

"The lake is so beautiful, and there's a boat!"

Wen Ye let go of Mo Yan's arm and ran to the lake excitedly, and the three of them hurriedly followed. The arrival of the four disturbed the tranquility of the lake, and a pool of clear water was crumpled with start, rippling in circles.

"The name of this lake is Mandarin Duck Lake, and it is said that a couple of people who fell in love threw themselves into the lake here, and after death, they turned into a pair of Mandarin Ducks and accompanied each other for a lifetime."

Wen Ye's heart was sour, he had a lot more words today, but his eyes were full of sadness. She reached out to hold Mo Yan's slightly rough palm, and the warmth from the palm of her hand made her feel very relieved.

"Why did those lovers throw themselves into the lake?"

"Because they can't be together, one is the general of Wu Yueguo, and the other is a spy of Jingping Kingdom."

Mo Yan raised his eyes to look at the lake, the starlight in his eyes dimmed, and the love on the border was so tortuous. Wen Ye looked at Mo Yan nervously with his mouth half-open. Mo Yan smiled knowingly, his third lady was becoming more and more likeable.

"My mother is from Wu Yue, and she is my grandfather's secret agent."

Wen Ye heard this, her wrinkled little face stretched out, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, Mo Yan smiled, raised her hand and kissed her deeply on the back of her hand.

"Mo Lang, you ...... again"

Mo Yan leaned over her lips and kissed her deeply, lips and tongues intersected, and Wen Ye's body fell limply into his arms. Mo Yan wrapped his arms around her waist and pointed to the boat by the lake with a wicked smile.

"Want to take a boat? There is a small hidden pine forest through the Mandarin Duck Lake, where the morning sun does not penetrate, it is the secret place of my childhood, if you are not afraid, I can take you there."

"Of course I have to go, I'm not afraid!"

Wen Ye was still a little afraid of the dark, especially in such a secluded mountain forest, but she didn't want to miss this opportunity to learn more about Mo Yan.

"Okay, follow me."

Mo Yan helped Wen Ye to get on the boat, the boat could only accommodate two people, and Wanzhao was a little anxious on the shore.

"Clear sky, what are we going to do?"

"Don't worry, this place is very safe, and the little marquis has already investigated it yesterday."