In the elegant and solemn Sanjin mansion, the people were in a hurry, but they didn't make any sound, and everyone had a tense face, not daring to smile at all.

"Are the meals ready? It's rare for the eldest young master to come back today. The butler asked a little guy in a low voice.

"Don't worry, butler! The kitchen is already ready for cooking. The little guy hurriedly said.

"That's good, it's rare for the son to come back, if you mess things up, Madame won't spare you." The steward said sternly.

"How dare the little people?" The little girl laughed with him, who didn't know that the son was the reverse scale of the lady, since the death of the master, the lady looked at the son like an eyeball.

At noon, Mo Wen walked in from outside sweating profusely, and immediately a small servant stepped forward to serve him to take a bath and change clothes, and after he changed his clothes, he went straight to the main house, where Mrs. Mo was already sitting at the table waiting for him.

This Mrs. Mo is the eldest daughter-in-law of the old general, her mother's family is a wealthy businessman in Zhen'an City, since the eldest son of the old general Mo died on the battlefield, she has become a widow and moved out of the desert house to live alone.

"Wen'er!" Seeing Mo Wen, Mrs. Mo glanced up and down several times lovingly, and made sure that he had not lost weight in the past few days before relieving her heart.

"Good day, mother." After Mo Wen saluted respectfully, he immediately became a hippie smile.

Sitting on the stool, he picked up the chopsticks and ate, and kept admiring: "It's still my mother's good cooking here." ”

Mrs. Mo's face was full of love, "If you like it, take the cook away this time." ”

"No, mother." Mo Wen shook his head, he put down his chopsticks, and looked at Mrs. Mo seriously: "I will enter the barracks soon." ”

Barrack......

The smile on Mrs. Mo's face gradually disappeared, she looked at Mo Wen expressionlessly, her eyes flashed with anger, her hands lifted, crackling, the food smashed on the ground, and the surrounding subordinates hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Are you trying to me off? Your father died on the battlefield, and you have to go to the battlefield too! Are you trying to get my white-haired people to send black-haired people? ”

"Why do you have to go to the battlefield? Why? Tell me why? Is the entire Mocheng missing your soldier? Yes? Tell me, huh? Mrs. Mo shouted in a desperate voice.

Mo Wen immediately knelt down and said sincerely: "Mother, it has always been my son's dream to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, not to mention that my father died on the battlefield, how can I not avenge my father as a son?" ”

"Mother rest assured, my son will definitely protect himself and will not let himself be hurt."

"After so many years of fierce battles with the grassland people, I haven't seen the grassland people retreat, I think this desert city will be broken sooner or later." Mrs. Mo said hatefully: "You might as well go back to Zhen'an City with me directly, and my Wei family can also protect you for the rest of your life!" ”

"Mother, be careful! I was born as a member of the Mo family, and I died as a ghost of the Mo family! Mo Wen's face changed directly.

Mrs. Mo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and only opened her eyes after a long time, and her tone was vicissitudes: "You go back." ”

"Yes, mother." Mo Wen made a big salute, got up and left, and when he walked to the door, he paused: "Mother, your actions have stopped, Mocheng belongs to the Mo family after all, and now the form is different." ”

After saying that, he strode away, his eyes full of pain.

Madame Mo sat quietly in the hall, her eyes were gloomy, and after a long time, she said, "Go and call Fan Siqi!" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Fan Siqi soon came to the house, the mess in the hall had been cleaned up, and all the subordinates retreated far away.

Through the screen, Fan Siqi greeted Mrs. Mo.

"Tell me about the changes in the city these days." Mrs. Mo said coldly.

"Yes." Fan Siqi raised his head in surprise, and then told all the changes in Mocheng in the past few days.

I don't know this, I was startled, and it was good to put everything together, Mrs. Mo was keenly aware that the reason why Mocheng had changed so much was due to one person.

Ye Lanming!

It's just a little yellow-haired girl who can stir up the wind and rain in Mocheng?

There must be someone behind this!

"Madam, this Ye Lanming has already asked her own people to check the accounts, I'm afraid she will really find out something......" Fan Siqi's eyes flickered, and he said worriedly.

Mrs. Mo tightened the corners of her mouth, what was she afraid of, she just took a little kickback!

It's just that this Ye Lanming can't stay!

With killing intent in her heart, Mrs. Mo hesitated a little, she was sure that this Ye Lanming was just a chess piece, but who would be the person behind the scenes?

Don't?

Her heart pounded.

No, she can't act rashly!

"Send someone to follow Ye Lanming and find out who is behind her." She commanded.

"Yes, ma'am." Fan Siqi respectfully accepted the order.

At this time, Ye Lanming, who was holding the cleared account book, didn't know that someone had already moved on her with murderous intent.

She looked at the account book in her hand, laughed angrily, and snapped, and the account book was thrown heavily on the table.

"What a big moth!"