"That's it, that's it, the general has visited the kiln with his brothers, how can he be a ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, God, their general is really a woman, ah!

Mo Tian took off the silver helmet on his head, and removed the silver chain mail on his body, leaving only a red helmet, the long hair like ink satin, slowly spread out, the hair was raised by the cold wind, wrapped ~ a little too much, the black belt on the waist narrowly bound her waist, if it wasn't for the heavy sword on the waist, but I really thought it was a young lady to be married in a boudoir.

Emperor Zhaoren was in the circle, the ministers were in the circle, and the generals were stunned......

After everyone sighed and sighed, there was a long silence.

It's just that the feeling of silence is nothing more than that, but that's it.

I don't know which general reported a foul word, breaking the silence that continued: "Damn, general, you're really a fucking woman!" ”

Mo Tian whispered back: "Well, that's right, I'm a woman." ”

…… Emperor Zhaoren was really out of words, he felt that he had to be quiet, so he had to prepare, rolled his eyes, stared at his legs, and fainted.

The chief eunuch beside him stepped forward to hold him weakly, and said in a thin voice: "Long live Lord, look, the general is still kneeling?" You ...... "You want to throw down the mess and pretend to be dizzy, and there are no doors!"

Emperor Zhaoren couldn't pretend to be stunned, so he had to step on the toes of the chief eunuch in secret to vent his anger.

Emperor Zhaoren brushed away the hand of the chief eunuch, smiled and wanted to help him up, just when he touched his shoulder, he remembered Mo Tian's gender, he waved his hand without a trace, and said with some praise: "Aiqing, there is no need to be like this, the handsome seal of the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses in this world is not only for the general, but also for the general, this has nothing to do with men and women, Aiqing did this time, not only was ordered to go out for his father, but also made great achievements, defending the Han Dynasty for thousands of miles, and the contribution is indispensable, Aiqing got up quickly." ”

Mo Tian put the armor back on, got up slowly, and the little soldiers on the side stepped forward with great energy, sorted out the appearance of the general, and held Shuai Yin down by the way.

She said: "The emperor is virtuous and loves the world, and his mind is so broad, he is worthy of a generation of wise men." ”

"Aiqing, it's serious, the general is so unrelievable, and the flower general in the Ming Dynasty is no more than Erer."

"The Holy One is wonderful."

"Aiqing is."

Mo Tian was originally a gentleman, slipping his tongue, and Emperor Zhaoren, the general of Tiannan and Haibei, praised him all the time, and praised him several times today.

But today's saint is also an old man, he grabbed the sleeve of the chief eunuch and blew a handful of snot and tears, and mourned the old and young of the Mo family who sacrificed their lives for the country.

Later, he ordered someone to read out the holy decree: give the title and military talisman of the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, give the plaque of General Shenwu, give the general's mansion a number of good fields, give Shangfang sword and so on......

Mo poured the order, thanksgiving, and his face was peaceful.

The emperor returned to the palace, thought about it, and felt that he still had to discuss this matter with the queen mother, and he ran to the queen mother's longevity palace in a hurry, and even ran into his favorite Lan Guifei halfway and didn't care.

It is said that on that day, Emperor Zhaoren entered the Wanshou Palace at noon, and it was not until the early dynasty of Yin Shi that he rubbed the panda eyes, climbed on the dragon chariot and went directly to the early dynasty.

On the Jinluan Palace, Mo was dressed in a black shirt and a black flower dress, a wide flower belt on the beast's forehead, narrowly tied to the waist, long hair crowned high with a hosta, and under the sharp and flying sword eyebrows, the pair of murderous glass eyes were in good spirits.

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