Murong Lanqing looked at Wang Wenhan with admiration, "Dude, you are so affectionate, let me admire, don't be sad, you tell me who that woman is, I will snatch your lover back, my reputation has always been bad, with my imperial grandmother here, no one dares to do anything to me!" ”

Wang Wenhan joked with a smile: "This is not in a hurry, I will make plans in the future." Also, the little prince doesn't go back to his home, so he came here to have cold wine, wouldn't it be an awkward fight with the general? ”

"Awkward? It's awkward to make trouble with her, and you have to make trouble, three sticks down, just jump three words, such a boring woman, sooner or later, young man, I want to, I want to...... Divorce her,! As long as Murong Lanqing remembered that the single word jumped before, he was full of anger, how could there be such an uninteresting woman!

Wang Wenhan raised his hand to fill him up and comforted: "Little prince, this matter is not in a hurry, it will be solved sooner or later." ”

Murong Lanqing nodded yes.

The two talked happily with each other, and before they knew it, they went down half of the jar and entered the stomach.

Murong Lanqing was helped back by Wang Wenhan, and on the way, Murong Lanqing said with admiration: "Dude, what a good amount of wine, I drank three jars of aged Huadiao, but I didn't have a trace of drunkenness, admire, admire!" ”

"She doesn't drink well, but she loves wine, every time she gets drunk, she catches who kisses whom, and she doesn't let go if she doesn't kiss enough, I don't like to drink, and I drink to block her from drinking."

"True love, true love that can be learned from heaven and earth, if you can't be together like this, heaven can't tolerate it!" Murong Lanqing sighed.

When he arrived in the city, Murong Lanqing stopped a small sedan chair, swayed back to the house to sober up, Wang Wenhan shook off the folding fan he had been holding, the fan was not a landscape ink inscription painting, but a crooked ghost painting-like array diagram, he stroked it softly with his hand, and went west.

And, after Murong Lanqing left, Mo Tian first settled the two Oiran ladies who were left, and then went back to the barracks directly, she picked up the desk, read half of the letters before, and continued to read with a frown.

This letter came from the left deputy commander who was guarding the 72nd pass of Jiayu, this left deputy commander was the only surviving general of the Mo family in the battle where the nine generals of the Mo family were martyred in the 72nd pass of Jiayu, what is his full name, Mo Tian doesn't know, she has always called him Uncle Zuo.

Because Mo Jiu treats him well on weekdays, and knows that there are old and young in his family, he withdrew from the back road and let him withdraw first, so he can survive, so he treats Mo Tian very well.

At that time, when the war against the Liao army was interrupted, this Uncle Zuo was still working hard, scratching his ears and cheeks, and his hair was several white, so he wanted to leave some incense for the Mo family, and even his daughter-in-law prepared a dozen for Mo Tian.

Later, I learned that Mo Tan was her daughter, and she was so angry that she almost didn't faint, and after she woke up, she began to worry again, the woman entered the barracks and became a general, which is simply bullying the king, this is a capital crime!

always thought that even if it was a daughter, he couldn't help but leave some blood for the Mo family, and he planned to marry the daughter of his family to Mo Tian, so he covered it up first, and then reconciled when the wind calmed down.

But she never thought that on the first day of her return to Beijing, she quietly announced the matter to the world.

It wasn't until he knew that the emperor had pardoned her sins in person that he finally put his mind at ease.

Mo Tian is not a fool, she feels that Uncle Zuo treats her well, that is her relative.

The general's writing has always been bad, because it is a confidential letter, the content is written by Uncle Zuo himself, crooked like a ghost drawing, Mo Tian frowned, read it for a long time, and only then did he understand the content of the letter.

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