Zhu Bai smiled: "After the master came back, he had to eat every day." ”

Lan Yu only smiled, but did not answer.

Zhu Bai was secretly surprised, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master, don't you want to go out?" ”

Lan Yu whispered, "You also know the situation in the court now. I'm not good at that, so I'd better stay outside and be safe. ”

Zhu Bai nodded slightly.

Lan Yu smiled "hehe" and took out a string of wolf teeth from his arms: "Come on, come on." Boy, you and the prince are one by one, and I will not be partial. ”

Zhu Bai's eyes lit up: "Hey, is this a wolf that the master beat himself?" ”

Lan Yu smiled: "Not really. The Mongols couldn't help fighting, and they fled as soon as they fought, and they didn't want cattle and sheep. Sometimes when we are bored, we have to fight wolves. Alas, speaking of which, wolves are more resistant than the Mongols. ”

Zhu Bai: "Master, did you really not see Wang Baobao?" ”

Lan Yu frowned and sighed: "Eh, I don't know how that guy is fighting, but his kung fu is really good, he is as good as a fox, and he can't find a shadow at all." I still don't know what that bastard looks like. ”

Zhu Bai nodded slightly: Wang Baobao is indeed smart, if his troops fight hard with Lan Yu now, there is only a dead end, saving his strength and waiting for the opportunity is the best policy.

Lan Yu patted Zhu Bai on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, if you weren't making money everywhere, how could we be fighting so happily in front." ”

Don't talk about grain and grass, let's talk about Yanling knives, and it takes more than a dozen taels of silver to beat them.

Zhu Bai's mace is simply a sharp weapon against the Mongolian cavalry, there is no dead angle in his hand, and he can hurt the horse with a casual wave.

Zhu Bai sighed: "Alas, only the masters know my hard work. Everyone else calls me a vampire, little Hades. ”

Lan Yu sneered: "Hehe, those sour Confucians don't have back pain when they stand and talk, don't pay attention to them." If you hadn't worked hard to make money, and we were fighting desperately, they wouldn't know where to hide from the Mongols, and how would they have the opportunity to pick on other people's thorns all day long. ”

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After Mu Ying's face was sage, he was supposed to go home to reunite with his parents and thank his relatives.

It's just that he was born poor, his parents died when he was a child, and he was displaced from place to place, and when he was eight years old, he was accepted as a righteous son by Lao Zhu, who was still a general of the peasant rebel army.

Then he stayed with Queen Ma until he was twelve years old, and then began to follow Lao Zhu to attack and fight.

He is ten years older than Zhu Biao, and he is two years earlier than Zhu Biao, and his relationship with Queen Ma is naturally incomparable to others.

Lao Zhu is also very fond of this adopted son, and Teen allowed him to enter the inner palace to visit Queen Ma today.

After Mu Ying said that after sending the little princes back, he went to fight the Mongols.

It has been more than two years since I have seen Queen Ma, and I feel that the corners of my eyes are sour when I see the gate of Kunning Palace from afar.

Now in this late winter season, the old plum tree by the palace wall is full of waxy yellow flowers, emitting the fragrance of veins, which can be smelled from afar.

Mu Ying entered Kunning Palace, bowed her head slightly, and stared at the distance in front of her, and didn't dare to look elsewhere.

The female official led him into the main hall, and Mu Ying saw someone sitting behind the curtain in front of her, and hurriedly knelt down: "Mother...... Mother. ”

Before the words fell, his voice was choked and hoarse.

He deliberately stretched out these two words and shouted, just wanting to call Queen Ma a mother.

Queen Ma's tears also welled up in her eyes, and she finally stabilized her trembling voice: "Get up, child." ”

Mu Ying bowed her head and stood up.

Queen Ma smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Ying'er is becoming more and more calm." The body looks much stronger. ”

Mu Ying heard this "Ying'er", her throat became more and more like a ball of cotton, and she said in a trembling voice: "There is not a day when Weichen does not miss the emperor and his mother. The mother is in good health. ”

Queen Ma: "Okay, I've always been fine." Ying'er should also take care of her health, and she must put safety first in the battle ahead, and don't get hurt. ”

Mu Ying: "Got it." ”

Queen Ma: "The thick socks I made for you were brought to you by the Guanya Bureau, have you received them?" ”

Mu Ying: "I got it." The desert is bitterly cold, thanks to the mother's socks, Weichen's feet were not frostbitten. ”

The female official reminded Queen Ma in a low voice: "Niangniang, the time is up." ”

Queen Ma sighed lightly: "Got it." ”

Mu Ying knelt down and kowtowed: "Mother, take care of your body, don't work too hard." ”

Queen Ma nodded: "You have to be good too." ”

Mu Ying got up and bowed his head and retreated, and the moment he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but look back at the blurred figure behind the curtain before leaving.

When Lao Zhu adopted him, Zhu Biao had not yet been born, and his name was Zhu Ying.

He thought he was going to be called that from then on.

Who knew that Lao Zhu's sons were born one after another, and Lao Zhu's territory was getting bigger and bigger, so he didn't let him stay by Queen Ma's side anymore.

He was left in the army to fight with Lao Zhu, and his beautiful name was "portable upbringing", but in fact, he was used as a personal soldier.

Lao Zhu jokingly asked him about his original surname.

At that time, he was too young to know why, but he said that he had forgotten, and his surname was "Zhu".

When he was sixteen years old, Lao Zhu said: "If you really don't remember what your surname is, let's give you a surname, and from then on your surname will be Mu." We have been cultivating heroes among you. Jie is not a surname, so he put the water aside and made the word Mu. It also has the meaning of bathing in heavenly grace. ”

Even Lao Zhu's nephew, after being called "Zhu Wenzhong" for several years, was changed back to his real name Li Wenzhong by Lao Zhu.

Mu Ying only understood at that time, Lao Zhu asked his real surname, it turned out that he just didn't want him to have the surname Zhu again.

This glorious surname will only belong to those who originally had the surname "Zhu".

Lao Zhu killed his nephew Zhu Wenzheng and killed Liao Yongzhong, who fought the world together.

Mu Ying realized that he could shout "Dad", smiled and taught him archery, the man on horseback was gone, and now Lao Zhu is the Ninety-Five, a lonely person.

From then on, he was orphaned again.

So he became silent for fear of saying the wrong thing; He seldom laughs, because there is nothing to be happy about.

"Brother Ying."

Mu Ying heard someone calling him, raised his head, and then saw Zhu Biao trotting all the way from afar.

Zhu Bai shook his hands and followed Zhu Biao slowly.

Different from the usual calm and gentle, Zhu Biao had a cheerful smile like a teenager on his face.

Mu Ying is the one who has accompanied him almost throughout his childhood, and has always been careful to protect him.

It was a feeling that his younger brothers could not experience.

As long as Mu Ying is here, he doesn't have to be a big brother and can take a breath.

Mu Ying also showed a rare smile on her face, and saluted: "Your Highness." ”

Zhu Biao hugged him and patted him on the back: "Oh, Brother Ying is back, he wants me to die." ”

Mu Ying looked frightened, and hurriedly pushed away the salute: "Your Highness, it's time to torture Weichen." ”

Zhu Biao sighed: "Alas, my father always said that I was too strict with the rules. I think you're a lot more careful than that. ”