Mo Qianlan strode towards the back of the grass hall.

Behind are rows of houses, large and small, with doors and windows open, and the soldiers are searching inside in turn, with no damage to the grain and grass, stacks of them placed outside, ready to be carried down the mountain at any time.

Mo Qianlan saw Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng sat at the table and ate dates, took a bite, scratched his face, the dates in his hand were huge, and there were a few pieces of jujube cakes on the table.

She sat Yin Bei on her left, and the thin man who robbed her on her right, the two stared at each other with big eyes, unconvinced.

Mo Qianlan's voice trembled: "Ah! ”

Mo Lingfeng raised his head sharply, looked at Mo Qianlan, and then reached out and rubbed his eyes, not knowing if he was dreaming.

"Ahh

It wasn't until Mo Qianlan squeezed out another cry in her cough that she pinched the half of the jujube and stood up, "um".

Mo Qianlan crossed the threshold, walked straight to Mo Lingfeng's side and squatted down, knelt on one knee, and hugged Mo Lingfeng into his arms, Mo Lingfeng first twisted his head, and then buried his face in Mo Qianlan's chest uncontrollably, inhaled his nose hard, and hooked his arms around Mo Qianlan's neck.

In Mo Qianlan's cold and familiar aura, Mo Lingfeng opened his mouth and burst out into a howling cry: "Why did you come!" ”

She cried loudly, crying silently, tears flowing, and her head was buried in Mo Qianlan's chest, and she couldn't stop moving.

Mo Qianlan rubbed her back, almost heartbroken, and at the same time, a heart finally fell to the ground.

Mo Lingfeng was tired of crying, hung on Mo Qianlan and choked, and after another quarter of an hour, wiped her tears and snot on Mo Qianlan's body, she struggled out of Mo Qianlan's arms, pinched the half of the jujube, and said in a low voice: "Brother, this is not good." ”

Her voice trembled, and her breath was chaotic: "Wu Jin's right hand is broken, how can you treat him like this?" ”

The raid on the night of the pavilion, she at first thought that Zhang Xianfeng had colluded with the thief, but after entering Niuji Ridge, the thin thief respectfully treated her, she stayed in the warm room, eating and drinking, and even eating dates as big as a fist, after Yin Nan came quietly, this little man took it upon himself to triple the amount of food.

She immediately understood that the matter of the pavilion had nothing to do with Zhang Xianfeng, but Mo Qianlan opened his bloody mouth and began to devour the heavens and the earth.

The upper lip touched the sky, and the lower lip touched the ground, eating the autumn grain of the entire Kuanzhou, and devouring countless flesh and blood, and the appetite was by no means more than that, it would devour more, enough to make the Mo family regain a glimmer of life.

But this mouth really shouldn't have bitten off Wu Jin's arm - Wu Jin is very good.

Mo Qianlan was stunned, and only then did he gather his energy to look at Mo Lingfeng.

No matter how respectful the little man is, the good on the Cow Spine Ridge is limited, her clothes are still dirty, her face is also not clean, her hair is Yin Nanzha, her horns are big and small, and she tilts her head, revealing a pair of red Danfeng eyes.

Her face and hands were covered with tiny red rashes, which made her scratch her skin and flow water, and wherever the water flowed, the rash grew.

He was weak and short of breath, and he was frightened, and he was only afraid that the praying mantis would catch the cicada and the yellow finch along the way, at this time Mo Lingfeng was intact, and in the face of accusations, he nodded and admitted: "Yes, my brother is not good, Uncle Zhao has already found a doctor to connect his hand, and it will be fine if he is raised for three months, and it will not affect his writing." ”

Mo Lingfeng raised his hand and put the dates back on the table: "Where is Grandma?" ”

"She's not dead, I've already sent someone to send her back to Kuanzhou." Mo Qianlan swallowed half of her words - Mama Grandma is half dead, whether she can live or not, it depends on Li Yiti.

"Do I still want to go to Kyoto with Zhang Xianfeng?"

"I'm not going."

Mo Lingfeng was exhausted from crying, hungry in his stomach, and reached out to take a piece of jujube cake: "What about the future?" ”

Mo Qianlan swept the jujube cake and saw that it was still clean, so she let her eat it: "In the future, you can go if you want to, and if you don't want to go, you won't go." ”

In the bloody rain, Mo Lingfeng ate a whole piece of jujube cake, because the jujube cake tasted very good, so he took another piece: "When will you go back?" ”

Mo Qianlan had a little smile on his face: "You wait here." ”

He couldn't suppress the lost ecstasy in his heart, hugged her hard, rested his chin on top of her head, and took a deep breath - warm hairy childishness.

Mo Lingfeng was very calm because she could no longer leave Mo Qianlan in the future, and let Mo Qianlan hold her in pain - through a layer of clothes, she felt that her bones and Mo Qianlan's bones were very incredible.

After hugging for a while, Mo Qianlan reluctantly came out of the room where Mo Lingfeng stayed, walked into the grass hall where the wind leaked on all sides, stepped over a corpse and sat on the tiger skin chair, straightened his legs, leaned back against the back of the chair, tilted his head hard, and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Shiheng," he looked up at Zhao Shiheng, "Ah Yu only thinks about that stinky boy." ”

Zhao Shiheng climbed from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, after twists and turns, the more obvious the lameness, the more lame he was, the more he didn't want to be helped, he would rather walk slower and more tired.

He had a chair brought in and sat down, then lifted his foot and looked down at the soles of his shoes, disgusted by the blood on them.

He prefers silent fighting, and conspiracy in the shadows is best carried out in silence, and he does not need to witness it - every conspiracy is forged with blood.

At such a time, Mo Qianlan was still jealous, he wanted to sarcastically mock this jiedu envoy, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed out.

After sneezing, he looked at Mo Qianlan's frozen face like a green winter melon, and swallowed back the mean words - Mo Qianlan finally found a pillar to survive, and he could be regarded as accumulating virtue if he didn't taunt a few words.

Besides, there are still big things to do, so don't waste your lips and tongues.

He muttered a vague answer, turned to see a soldier dragging the body to the ground, and sneezed again.

The cold wind was whining, the sky was black, and the grass hall became a mourning hall under the illumination of the torches, Mo Qianlan was paralyzed like a ghost, and he would roll to the ground if he moved a little-Fang was over-ecstatic, his head was splitting at this time, and his eyes were blurry, only a piece of blood remained.

He was insensitive, demonic, and the blood he had made was more and more hot.

As soon as the Son of Heaven thought that the Mo family was full of corpses, bleeding thousands of miles, and the spectators all over the world and the hundreds of officials of the dynasty applauded, thinking that this was the art of the emperor.

So when he thought about Mo Qianlan, the blood of students, the blood of thieves, and the blood of soldiers, would Shi Bi also give him a good comment? Or is it the meaning of the son of tomorrow written in detail?

No.

Because the historical pen is also in the hands of the emperor.

The corpses in the grass hall were moved out, the debris on the ground was also cleaned up, and the leaders of the elite soldiers gathered their teams and stepped forward to inform Mo Qianlan that the thieves had been wiped out and their merits were complete.

Mo Qianlan nodded with satisfaction: "Since the thieves have been exterminated, the 20,000 will reward you." ”

When the elite soldiers heard about such a heavy reward, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they even forgot to thank them, and only counted in their hearts how much 20,000 people could share.

He didn't know how to do arithmetic, and he couldn't figure it out after calculating it several times in his heart, and when he was thinking that he was the head of the capital and could always get a little more, Zhao Shiheng seemed to have seen his doubts, and spoke out to solve his worries: "Two hundred yuan for one person, and I will reward you with another ingot of gold." ”