Zell was crying.

He gritted his teeth, swallowed his cry, sobbed breathlessly, one head almost shook into a rattle, his shoulders swayed, and the occasional cry came out between his teeth, like a wolf howling.

Tears were pouring and hot, dripping all over the face, hands, and body, and my head was booming, groggy, swollen and painful.

He was in the darkness of the night, and the cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head, freezing him into a solid ice, and he was born in the wilderness, raised on horseback, and he should have been accustomed to such cold, but for the first time he found it unbearable.

Mo Leaffeng's hand pressed on his shoulder, he pulled out a hand to shake it off, and this hand came up again, with a weight like gold and jade, through the touch of his clothes, it also made him nostalgic.

He likes Moleffe.

When he first met Mo Lingfeng, he gave her a white stone to let his god bless her.

When I saw her again, she was slaughtered.

She said, "I am your God."

She said, "Not only do I control your life and death, but I can also control your joys and sorrows."

She said, "You believer, you should have great respect for God."

His heart was full of fear, his heart was full of awe, and his heart was full of joy, because she had the supreme magic for him—to make him visible outwardly, with affection in his heart, with things in his eyes, and not empty in his soul; It is difficult to think about yourself, it is difficult to realize yourself, it is difficult to leave yourself, there is nothing to be lonely, and you want to live from nothing.

How could he not cry, he poured the blood of hatred on his beloved flowers, and Wu Jin appeared, and he was caught off guard by beating, and he had no power to fight back.

There is no more hateful person than Mo Lingfeng, heartless, ruthless, and sexless, but he can make his life all the ways.

He stopped crying, shook off Mo Lingfeng's hand again, stood up tremblingly, took the handkerchief handed over by Mo Lingfeng, and wiped his face fiercely.

The anger and grievance in his heart flowed clean with his tears, he reddened his eyes and nose, stuffed the handkerchief into his arms, and glanced at Mo Lingfeng.

There was no light, Mo Lingfeng was stuck in the shadows, her face was not clear, and she could vaguely see her wrinkling her eyebrows, she was an understanding but unsympathetic look, more and more indifferent and ruthless, which made people feel cold.

Zell immediately became furious, and a suffocating breath came up, and there was nowhere to go.

"Madman," he scolded angrily, "Madman!"

Mo Lingfeng didn't talk back, not because Zell was pitiful, but he didn't know if he was scolding her or himself.

Zell straightened his face, "I'm going back to the Hulu River to find my people."

Mo Leaf nodded, "Okay."

Zell laughed, and he felt that the laughter was harsh - of course he knew that Mo Lingfeng would not keep him, but he didn't expect her to agree so quickly and so justifiably.

Mo Lingfeng took a step forward and continued to wander through the garden: "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

He doesn't know if the peace talks can be achieved, and it is best to take advantage of the truce between the two sides before the peace talks, and the Shuo River will freeze, from the Shuo River, to Hengshan, and then to the Hulu River.

"I'll give you a box of gold and silver, and when you go back, don't sell your life to the gold captives."

He stopped, no longer following Mo Lingfeng, and the sound of the wind was surging in his ears, blowing from Hengshan to his ears.

"Okay."

And Mo Lingfeng stepped forward, suddenly looked back at him, and said with a smile: "Maybe there will be a time to meet in the future."

Zell stood in place, his hands and feet cold, but his heart suddenly warmed: "The stone god bless you."

On the 14th day of October, he took the coil given by Mo Lingfeng and the Tao Xun given by Cheng Ting, prepared dry food and water, equipped with a long knife, bow and arrow, rode a good horse out of the city, and followed the Shuo River to trace the path he and his father and brother had walked.

He walked away with a full load, but as if he had nothing, he turned his head to look at the city gate, he whispered "madman", and then walked into the snow.

At the same time, a group of leaky merchants returned to the city from Jinyu, and Huang Yiren was sandwiched in a mixed team, wrapped in camel fur, wearing a fur hat, and most of his face was shrunk in the camel fur placket, revealing only a pair of capable eyes.

In this trip, he evaded the pursuit of the Mo family, and although it was dangerous along the way, he was able to eat and drink enough

, and there is wound medicine available, and the mental recovery is extremely fast.

After entering the city, Liu Boyu took a scroll of portraits to see Mo Qianlan, Huang Yiren did not enter Liu's house, left the rhino horn and other things smuggled back by the Liu family on the horse, and quietly left the team by going to the thatched house.

He changed into an unobtrusive coarse linen robe, bent his waist, and sat in the foot shop to drink a bowl of coarse tea and eat a large bowl of mutton noodle soup.

While eating, he inquired about the news of tomorrow's peace talks.

The news that King Wei said was true, Mo Qianlan did collude with Jin Yu and exchanged the wealth of the ten states for his own peace.

After the details of the oath between the two dynasties tomorrow, Mo Qianlan will personally hand over the secret to the son of King Jin.

He wants to blend in with the contingent of peace talks and wait for an opportunity to move.

After hearing that Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing were with him, he put down the soup bowl, took out a handful of copper plates to pay, and went to Hou's mansion.

At noon on 14 October, Mo Qianlan discussed the details of the peace talks with the officials of Kuanzhou, and Mo Lingfeng returned to the fortress to arrange the manpower for the peace talks.

On October 15, when the sky had just brightened, King Wei, Mo Qianlan, Hou Fuzhong, and Li Qing, surrounded by guards and entourage, went to the fortress.

A group of people went out of the city, from the horse farm to the fortress, Wei Wang has been in the cage for a long time, and went out today, although he still hugged the front and back, but he felt like he was about to be executed, his face was pale, his eyes were dark and green, his soul was floating against the heavenly spirit, and his two legs were riding on the horse, stiff and could not be straightened.

He looked uneasily at the outside of the city.

The withered grass on the horse farm fell in the ice and snow, forming a ring, connected into a piece, mixed with a ball of horse manure in the middle, the cold wind whistled to and fro without hindrance, except for the soldiers, only a few people came out to pick up horse manure, which can be regarded as a barren scene.

The Shuo River is frozen, the quicksand is also still, the fortress is towering, the suspension bridge has not been lowered, through the ice, you can see the towering city wall and the black flag like a forest, the flag stretches with the wind, makes a surging sound, and the word "Mo" is clearly visible on it.

Countless dynasties that have stood tall have been crushed by thousands of armies.

The horns sounded at the head of the waiting racecourse, the iron chains in the fortress "rattled", the fine snow drifted down and fell on the ice, and the suspension bridge slowly fell with the sound of "crunching", and finally "banged" on the riverbank, stirring up the cold river wind like a knife, and slashed straight at the comers.

A few ice chips rushed into King Wei's eyes, King Wei hurriedly lowered his head, and blinked vigorously, the ice had turned into water, blurring his vision.

As he reached out to wipe it, the sound of horses' hooves poured into his ears.

The horses ran across the solid ground, stepped on the wooden bridge, snorted, spewed white gas, and let out excited and robust gasps, iron armor, banners, swords and guns roared in the north wind, and the ice cracked and cracked fine lines, and the sound was thin and sharp, and the wind swept like a storm.

King Wei was frightened, thinking that he would be engulfed immediately, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and looked up.

In front of the drawbridge, Mo Lingfeng was wearing armor, a hood on his head, a long knife at his waist, a red cloak, and a soldier who was also wearing armor, majestic.

However, in his eyes, it is a jackal, a tiger and a leopard, pouring out of the nest.