This long-standing right and wrong, Yu Mo Lingfeng, can be understood from a limerick poem in the mouth of a merchant and a tabloid scolding Huai.

Yu Youmuqing, after listening to what Mo Lingfeng said, suddenly realized that Mo Lingfeng had recruited many new recruits from Yuezhou last year.

However, for Zell, it was a twist and turn that he couldn't figure out.

He looked distressed, guessing the intricate links between the officials, but finally thought of the fish that the little soldier hadn't eaten.

He has never been an official, he has never been rich, he is the same ordinary man as this little soldier, if he is also in this big water, he is either a fish eater, or a fish eater.

But he knew that such a rule would inevitably erode the people's loyalty to the Son of Heaven and turn to those who accepted them.

He looked up at Mo Lingfeng, and felt that Mo Lingfeng had cast a net in Kuanzhou - not only Kuanzhou, maybe the world, her eyes were watching every move in the world through something, and once anything happened that was beneficial to herself, she would immediately take action.

The sensation made Zell uncomfortable, and there was a faint sense of fear.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but he doesn't know what kind of prey he is in Mo Lingfeng's net and what kind of place he will use it.

He didn't think that he was just an embellishment on Mo Lingfeng's net.

The heat crept into the room as the door opened, and his wounds began to heat and itch, and the dust and grass clippings from the beans floated in the beams of light.

Mo Lingfeng sat against the light, and his body, along with the shadow, turned into a huge black predator and fell on Zel.

A few geese chirped outside the house, pulling Zell out of this creepy feeling, he gathered his heart, hung his head, his eyes fell on his lap, and said bluntly: "If you don't kill me, I won't obey you, how can you give in if your father's revenge is not avenged."

Mo Lingfeng watched him move his head, and the pigtails on his head also moved with him, which was very interesting, and he laughed before he spoke.

Then she stood up and instructed the nomadic Qing, "Carry him out and have a look."

Nomad Qing answered, crouched down in front of Zel, ignored him, grabbed his hands, pulled him to his back, and then got up with him on his back.

Zell's broken leg hurt as soon as he moved, and he immediately gritted his teeth and snorted, hung his injured right hand, and tightly climbed on Nomad Qing's shoulder with his left hand, and followed Nomad Qing out of the room.

The sun was scorching outside, and the camp was busy.

The cauldron is boiling water, the boiling white gas is surging, several soldiers are slaughtering sheep, the blood of the sheep is also steaming, the bell heads are around the two big yellow sand jars to fish out the dried vegetables, the chopping wood is also splitting a sweat, and there are a few bean-sized soldiers, specializing in doing some chores, grinding salt, meatballs of meatballs, burning fire, fanning wind.

Zell let the heat steam, and sweat was dripping from his chest, back and back, and Mo Lingfeng walked all the way out, looking back at him as he went, "You speak Chinese very well, who taught you?"

Zell endured the pain and said, "My mother."

He stayed in the bean house for less than two days, and then he had the feeling that he would never see the light of day, and now when he came out, the first thing he saw was not at the fortress, but at the sky.

The sky is fine and the sky is clear.

Mo Lingfeng turned around and asked him, "Your aunt is Han, why don't you come to Kuanzhou to be a familiar household?"

Zell's gaze fell on her face, only to look at it for a moment, and immediately looked away.

Mo Lingfeng under the sun clearly pierced into his eyes, the beauty was undisguised, the eyes were compelling, the aura was hidden in the black eyes, quiet and expensive, and even the eyelashes were amazingly thick. Look at the book

He had never seen such a beautiful girl, and his heart beat hard a few times.

Nomad Muqing immediately noticed his abnormality, and immediately turned him upside down, and he snorted so hard that his heart almost stopped beating.

After the pain, Zell calmly answered Mo Lingfeng's question: "A-Niang died early, and there is no one to lead the way."

He added, "If someone leads the way, they will not go to Kuanzhou, the house is small, like a cage, and there is nowhere to go."

With that, he looked around—he had been to Kuanzhou,

However, he has never been to the fort, Jin Yu to Sanchuan, Huaiyuan, Dingchuan three villages, speculation about the situation in Gaoping Village, think that it is nothing more than that, but Zeer looked around, and saw that there was plenty of grain and grass, houses were lined up one after another, and the streets were neat and wide, as if it was a heavily guarded town.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun shone brilliantly on the roof tiles, and the soldiers were in good order, drinking horses, drilling, riding and shooting, and competing.

He looked all the way in amazement, and when he arrived at a shady place in the middle of the village, he suddenly felt that this place was very solemn.

The doorposts are all painted with black paint, four white paper lanterns hang under the porch, and a row of elm trees are planted on the wall in front of the door, and the canopy of the trees is like a canopy, undulating in the wind.

There were two soldiers in soap-colored embroidered shirts standing at the door, and when they saw Mo Lingfeng coming, they immediately stood up and saluted, then opened the door and stepped aside.

Mo Lingfeng's expression was also solemn and solemn, tidying up his clothes and stepping over the threshold.

Nomad Qing also regained his mind and walked in.

After the front yard of the gate, Mo Lingfeng stepped up the stone steps and walked into the second hall, and in the middle of the second hall, there was a wordless tablet.

In front of the tablet, there are Changming oil lamps, incense burners, melons and fruits, wine, Mo Lingfeng took three incense sticks under the incense table, lit the incense on the oil lamp sideways, and then made a "support" shape with his left and right hands, and placed the incense on his chest with both hands.

After making the incense, she went out through the door on the right side of the second hall and continued to the rear.

Zell was confused, not knowing what Mo Lingfeng was doing, but after two lessons, he immediately understood.

Behind the second hall, there are black lacquered coffins, neatly and neatly, like a queue, before each coffin, there is a brazier, which is full of burned ashes, when the wind passes, the residual ashes are turned, revealing a few corners of paper money and ingots that have not been burned.

Life and death are exposed to everyone through this thin layer of coffins.

Zell was stunned.

When he was on the battlefield, he also collected the corpses, buried them on the spot, or burned them, but he had never been so shocking - Mo Lingfeng gave the soldiers who died in battle the last respect, so that they did not have to expose the corpses in the wilderness and no one collected the bones.

A man in a long robe hurriedly greeted him, waved his hand, and said respectfully: "General, the roster of soldiers killed in this battle has been properly distributed, do you want to take a look?"

Mo Lingfeng reached out and touched the nearest coffin, and softened his voice: "No need, everything is business as usual."

The old man in the long shirt hurriedly responded.

Mo Leaf withdrew his hand: "Go and get busy with you."

"Yes."

The courtyard fell silent again, Mo Lingfeng did not leave immediately, but stood quietly for a long time, and only turned back to Zell after a while: "The two countries are at war, there is no family feud, only national feud."

Zell knew that he was a fish in a net, and everything Mo Lingfeng did was disintegrating him, but he was still silent.

His family feud is not worth mentioning in this protracted war.