"This ......" Yun Zhishui's words made Mo Changhong can't help but shudder, and after being stunned for a moment, Mo Changhong touched the saber behind his waist, stabilized his mind, and arched his hand, "Then bother."

"General, please be seated." The windows in the room were closed, and Zhuang Yumeng's voice came from the dim corner. The black figure of a woman looms in the corner.

"Miss Zhuang." Mo Changhong sat down and stared at the figure in the corner, trying to see more clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, the corner was still just a blurred figure.

"If the general has something to do, just say it." Zhuang Yumeng looked at Mo Changhong and always wanted to see her appearance clearly, so he simply came out of the corner and stood in front of Mo Changhong.

"Miss Zhuang, what have you done to the people of Yuequan Town?" Mo Changhong looked at Zhuang Yumeng's gradually clear face, and the fear in his heart subsided slightly.

"If the relationship is average, the memory will be directly erased, and the close relationship will tamper with the memory, and the general will not be satisfied?"

"Straight elimination?" Mo Changhong looked at Zhuang Yumeng in disbelief.

"Instead of keeping bad memories and disturbing your current life, it's better to erase them and live them well." Zhuang Yumeng said with a light smile.

Mo Changhong was silent, he admitted that what Zhuang Yumeng said was right, but he couldn't accept such an elimination for a while. He thought of himself, if one day, he died on the battlefield, as for himself, he naturally hoped that someone would remember him, but if his relatives could not live normally because of the memory of him, his soul in the sky might not be rested.

"Thank you, Miss Zhuang." Thinking of this, Mo Changhong got up and gave Zhuang Yumeng a deep salute.

Maybe it's really like Zhuang Yumeng said, living, living well, is better than anything else.

"Second brother?" Mo Haoning stretched his waist and walked out of the house, "Second brother, let's leave after breakfast." With the words, Mo Haoning pushed open Mo Changhong's door, but he didn't see Mo Changhong's figure.

"Second brother?" Mo Haoning turned around and looked around.

"Thank you, thank you." Mo Changhong thanked him and walked out of the room where Yun Zhishui was.

"Second brother, are you going to talk to the Taoist early in the morning?" Mo Haoning quipped.

"Go and thank Miss Zhuang." Mo Changhong smiled reluctantly.

"Don't worry, second brother, Yuequan Town will soon be lively and prosperous again." Mo Haoning patted Mo Changhong's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go, eat early, go back to the camp early, and finish my errands, I can go back to Jin'an as soon as possible to give my orders." With that, he hooked Mo Changhong's shoulders and walked towards the front hall.

"Yumeng......" Yun Zhishui closed the door of the house, looked at Zhuang Yumeng, and stopped talking.

"It's okay, the general feels uncomfortable, let him be quiet by himself, and when he figures it out for himself, it'll be fine." Zhuang Yumeng looked at the glimmer of light through the door, and sighed faintly, "In their eyes, when they die, they all hope that someone can remember, remember their sacrifices, their contributions, and their values, but I erased these memories, he can't accept them, it's also human nature." As she spoke, she looked up at Yun Zhishui, "Don't worry, he will figure it out, after all, the living are the most important."

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"Second brother, sit down, eat slowly, I'll come when I go." As he spoke, Mo Haoning quickly wiped his mouth and went straight to the back kitchen.

Mo Changhong looked at Mo Haoning's back suspiciously, and frowned puzzled. In the blink of an eye, I saw Mo Haoning carrying a plate of steaming cakes and going straight to Qiao Xiya's house.

"What's this kid doing?" Mo Changhong said, stood up, and walked to the back kitchen.

"Who are you?" As soon as I walked to the door of the back kitchen, I saw a man walking out of it. The two almost bumped into each other. Mo Changhong recognized at a glance that this person was not a guy from the restaurant, and couldn't help but get nervous.

The man looked Mo Changhong up and down, arched his hand to Mo Changhong and said, "Go back to the adult, the little one is here with Lord Hao."

"What did he bring you here for?" Mo Changhong looked at the man with distrust.

"Go back to your lordship, make jujube flower cakes." The man arched his hand.

"Jujube Cake?" Mo Changhong's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you a cook?"

"Yes......" The man nodded in fear. He couldn't understand why the man in front of him was so surprised that he was a cook.

"Bring me the jujube flower cake you made for me to taste." Mo Changhong still didn't believe that his seventh brother would go all the way to the border with a cook, just to make jujube flower cakes.

"This ......," the man had a look of embarrassment on his face, "I'm sorry, it's gone."

"Gone?"

"It's gone...... the man rubbed his hands.

"It's really gone?" Mo Changhong's brows twisted into pimples.

"It's really gone......," the man was about to cry, "Because of the long distance, the number of ingredients that can be brought is limited, so the small ones are made every time they are made, and the last ...... is brought out by the prince."

"Why are you still here?" Before the man's words landed, Mo Haoning's voice sounded beside him.

"Lord Wang," the man arched his hand, wanting to cry without tears, "The little one was about to go out to buy ingredients, but he just came out of the kitchen, and he met this official and interrogated the little one......

"Okay, okay," Mo Haoning interrupted the man's words, "This is my second brother, not an official, go ahead, hurry up and buy ingredients."

When the man heard this, he quickly bowed to Mo Haoning and Mo Changhong, and ran out with a smoke.

"Old Seven, what do you mean by this? Thousands of miles away with a cook? Was it given to me?" Mo Changhong looked at the man's disappearing back and asked.

"What do you think?" Mo Haoning slapped Mo Changhong lightly and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao loves to eat jujube flower cakes, and this journey has been hard, if you don't even have what to eat, wouldn't it be too hard."

"You kid can, enough to care." Mo Changhong teased.

"What if you don't have a snack and someone robs you?" Mo Haoning smiled, "Okay, okay, pack up, and when Master Pan comes back from buying things, let's go."

About a stick of incense passed, Master Pan, who made jujube flower cakes, returned to the restaurant.

"Miss Joe, slow down." Qiao San put a pedal next to the carriage.

Xia He helped Qiao Xiya into the carriage, and Chunling lowered her head and followed Xia He to get into the carriage.

"Chunling." Qiao San wanted to speak and stopped.

"Do what?" Chunling said coldly.

"I went to buy it early this morning and gave it to you." Qiao San handed a hairpin in front of Chunling.

"Third Master Qiao, what are you doing? Our girls from small families can't afford such a big gift." Chunling glanced at Qiao San coldly.

"You're crying?" Qiao San found that Chunling's eyes were swollen like a peach.