Mo Lingfeng gulped down the noodles, drank the soup in small sips, yawned for a long time, looked down and saw that the chest of the moon-white gauze shirt was a little dirty, but Yin Nan had not washed it.

She was lazy to change into a new one, so she simply took it off, then took off her shoes and lay down on the bed, and as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep in the dark.

She slept until dark, and she woke up hungry.

Hands and feet got up softly, she realized it later, felt sore, lifted her clothes and saw that the bruises had turned dark purple, and the piece around her waist was even more miserable.

She found the bruised ointment and wiped it, grinning with pain while wiping it, and after wiping it, Yin Nan heard the sound and poured a basin of water for her.

She washed her face, changed into a clean azure long-sleeved skirt, let the gold collar press the placket, and asked Yin Nan to give her a bun.

Yin Nan is good at cutting his head, not good at combing his hair, even if he has studied hard with his grandmother, he still can only comb the simplified tassel bun, and after simply curling it in a bun, the two remaining strands of hair on the left and right hang down to both shoulders, which is considered good.

The rear battalion sent dinner - in order to celebrate this exploit, the farmer celebrated his hand and asked the rear battalion to make a few buckets of mutton rice to reward the soldiers who participated in the battle.

Mo Lingfeng swallowed a large bowl of rice and drank a small bowl of soup.

After eating, she got up to look at her captive.

The captives were kept in a miscellaneous room in the back camp, where bags of bean were piled up, and there was no light, only the light of the fire outside shining through the non-pasted windows.

A small soldier stood guard at the door with blazing eyes - Zell had a broken leg, and he had knife and arrow wounds, and he couldn't climb out if he didn't defend it.

When Xiao Bing saw Mo Lingfeng, he immediately called out "General" with full anger, holding his head high, but because he had just eaten enough, he was stiff and convex and backward, and squeezed out a full burp.

The little soldier's face was flushed with shame, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, and in panic he changed his chest and head up to his shoulders and back, pushed the door open, and moved his cautious steps to the side, so as not to lose face again.

Mo Lingfeng saw that he was still young, but he was thirteen or fourteen years old, about a few days after a full meal, and he was still two pointy and had a big belly, and he was at a loss, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Fetch an oil lamp." ”

Xiao Bing received her beat, his face quickly turned red again, his sluggish mood instantly stirred, he answered "yes" loudly, pulled his legs and ran, and came over with an oil lamp like a scud.

Mo Leaf took the oil lamp and entered alone.

The room was dimly lit, full of beans almost piled up to the roof, and there were beans scattered on the ground, and she held an oil lamp and saw at a glance the captives sitting with their backs to the beans.

The captive had the smell of blood and yellow sand, his face was dark, and under the cover of this complexion, he was also a sword-eyed star-eyed face, with sharp lines of his face, fierce eyes, and a wild and untamable beastly spirit all over his body.

The similarities with Wu Jin are all hidden in this completely different gaze and demeanor, and the expression changes at any time, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all on the face.

Unlike Wu Jin, no matter when, to anyone, he is gentle, and he has never spoken harshly, like a calm pool of spring water, which can be understood at a glance, but he can't finish it.

Zell tilted his head and watched Mo Lingfeng approach.

He was numb in pain, and the figure in front of him was also empty, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, only the golden light on his neck.

He didn't even have the strength to support his head, he hung his head weakly, and his eyes saw Mo Lingfeng's skirt, and the embroidery on it protruded, like a floating jade ball, scattered in front of him.

In the blink of his eyes, he could see clearly that it was a hydrangea embroidered with blue-purple thread.

Mo Leaf squatted in front of him.

The tip of his nose suddenly surged up with a fragrance, and his mind was muddy, forgetting hatred, forgetting his home and country, only knowing that he had grown up in the grassland since he was a child, running in the desert, and had never seen such exquisite embroidery, which was like a jade ball under the firelight, and was full of brilliance.

Mo Lingfeng looked at him, suddenly smiled, the phoenix's eyes raised, and the phoenix spread its wings, flashing with two bright eyes.

"My Mohula."

He didn't hear clearly.

I only saw this kind of luxury, together with Mo Lingfeng, it was a pile of gold and jade, it was magnificent, it was an unattainable celestial, and it was the Han land of his dreams - rich, prosperous, and bright.

He watched Mo Lingfeng squatting on the ground, and the hem of his skirt was also scattered on the ground, he hurriedly reached out and wanted to scoop up the skirt, but his hand hung down weakly.

"Someone." Mo Lingfeng shouted.

Yin Nan was about to enter, and the little soldiers had already rushed in first, stopping behind Mo Lingfeng in the posture of bowing to death: "The subordinates are here, the general orders!" ”

"Call the doctor."

"Yes."

The soldier soon invited a doctor from the fortress medicine hospital, and the doctor came with a hundred medicines, and he was familiar with the road, first cut off the two trouser legs, connected the broken legs, smeared them with plaster, and tied them with two pieces of elm bark.

Then, like a butcher, the doctor unfurled a row of knives and ordered the soldier: "Hold him." ”

The little soldier hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to hold Zell, but the person was small, Zell was a tall man, and he didn't know where to start for a while, he glanced at Mo Lingfeng, and then sat on Zell's stomach with his butt, and pressed the base of Zell's thighs with both hands.

The doctor picked up the medicinal wine and poured it on the arrow wound first, Zell was dazed, only to feel that his thigh was on fire, and a sharp pain hit, and immediately "Ah" screamed and writhed.

The little soldiers on his body made him upside down, and he hurriedly used all his strength to hold him down.

Although the doctor did not speak, he knew that he could not move when he was grafted, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

By the time the doctor dug out the arrow and gave him an antidote and dressing, he was already sweating profusely, and after the doctor had treated the arrow wound, he picked up the medicine and poured it on the bloody hole in his hand again.

The pain this time was very unbearable, and he kept screaming sharply from his mouth, but he was always awake and did not pass out.

The doctor made a drastic move, rectified Zell, and hurried back to the medical hospital, and in the dimly lit warehouse, Mo Lingfeng, Zell, and beans were left again.

Mo Lingfeng looked at Zell condescendingly, his mouth was full of blood that had just been bitten out, his eyes were still open, and the light flashing from them was very hard, a hardness that would never give in.

"What's your name?"

Zell had pale lips and didn't say a word—she wouldn't kill him, so he didn't need to be afraid.

Mo Lingfeng tilted his head to look at him, and when he didn't speak, he squatted down and groped in the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand.

She pulled out a piece of white caramel and stuffed it into Zell's mouth.

Zell subconsciously wanted to spit out, but his tongue first felt a sweetness, and then the whole lips and teeth were filled with a sweet smell, and the sugar water ran down his throat and into his stomach, making his floating soul fall to the ground little by little.

He chewed greedily as he waited for himself to die.

This devil must have bad intentions.

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