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Xiao Mo deliberately said the word "death" very seriously, but with a harmless smile on his face, he said secretly: "Li Siyuan burned the Liuli Pavilion, so that Lao Tzu couldn't find his eldest wife, the so-called Zhu Chi Mo Hei, where is there a good person in his little minion? If Lao Tzu has any three long and two short, he will definitely pull you back!"

Where did An Chongzhi know Xiao Mo's intentions, and he thought that he had become a powerful person in the court, and he was so flattered that he shook his head again and again, and said hurriedly: "This is very good, very ...... Very good!"

"The official still wants to see Li Siyuan in person, and there is no need for external forms in a hurry. In order to show sincerity, we exchange a token, and then worship heaven and earth, even if the ceremony is completed!" Xiao Mo took out a sandalwood square card full of blood stains from his arms, engraved with small letters, the handwriting has been changed at some point, and the word "all" of "loyalty, righteousness and service" has been scraped clean.

Not to mention that the documentary evidence in each state is slightly different, and it is also stained with blood under the Jiuqu Stone Bridge, as if a layer of red oil wax has been smeared on the scratches, and no matter how he looks at it, he can't see the slightest bit of greasy.

Xiao Mo said: "Since it is a bow, there will naturally be an order of the young and the old, and you can't mess with the outline." I look at the figure and appearance of my brother, and estimate that the age must be above this official, then I will call Brother Tai a big brother, and my brother will call me a virtuous brother, how about it?" He handed the martial arts certificate to An Chongzhu, and said with a meaningful smile: "This is a gift from the emperor himself to the younger brother, and the loyalty and righteousness on it and the blood stains all over it show the loyalty of the ministers." This thing is extremely important to the younger brother, and it is really a thousand dollars, so I will give this thing to the elder brother!"

An Chongzhi held the documentary evidence in his hand, felt surprisingly heavy, and said in a trembling voice: "This ...... This thing carries the blood of the virtuous brother and the emperor's earnest sustenance, so precious, how can the foolish brother ...... Even if you accept it, there is no object that can be put on the table to give back to the virtuous brother!"

Xiao Mo pointed to An Chongzhi's shining helmet and said with a smile: "Vulgar, vulgar is unbearable! The younger brother has long regarded gold and silver as dung, even if all the family wealth is vulgar outside the body, the younger brother doesn't want anything else, as long as the elder brother's helmet is enough." ”

An Chongzhi took off the helmet, revealing a strong iron face, and said in amazement: "What is the use of this thing for the virtuous brother?"

"Those who fight on the battlefield regard war horses and armor as life, and I see that my brother's horse is muscular, and must be a once-in-a-lifetime horse, so how can I be embarrassed to ask for it? Xiao Mo said impassionedly, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

An Chongzhi felt that Xiao Mo was right, the so-called courtesy is light and affectionate, for a person who regards money as dung, only this bloody helmet can talk about his state of mind, and said slowly: "This thing has been with me for more than six years, and it is already full of sword marks, so I will give it to the virtuous brother today!" He was stunned, and then said: "Look at my memory, dare to ask the virtuous brother's name?"

Xiao Mo pondered: "If Lao Tzu tells his real name, this curse-like 'died on the same day, the same month, the same year' is certainly light, in case this guy is a short-lived ghost, wouldn't Lao Tzu suffer a big loss? It's better to find a deceased person, fill up the numbers randomly, and he doesn't know the amount. But he said: "The younger brother's surname is Li, and his single name is a Confucian character." ”

An Chongzhi knew Li Naiguo's surname, as if he had picked up a big bargain, he was so excited that he burst into tears, he put the steel helmet on Xiao Mo's head, and said: "Foolish brother An Chongzhu, the current deputy commander of the Crow Army, this sub-word has deprived most of the power. Good brother, I will carry everything for you in the future! Since ancient times, we have all drunk blood wine and kowtowed to change posts, so we don't need to be so troublesome. He fell to his knees, raised his left hand, raised at the height of his eyebrows, his thumb and little finger folded, and swore with only three fingers.

Seeing this, Xiao Mo hurriedly knelt down, and said in unison: "The yellow sky is above, the thick soil is below, Li Ru and An Chongzhu are married to Jinlan today, and they will share the blessings and difficulties together, if they violate it, they will be pierced by arrows, and they will not die well!"

After the eight prostrations, Xiao Mo rubbed his hands and stood up, and said secretly in his heart: "Li Ru, Li Ru, you are dead, so you are not afraid of dying again." ”

He followed An Chongzhi into the inner hall, his body was deliberately lowered, and the black helmet had already covered most of his face, only revealing his eyes and breathing.

The sound and song of the Eight Music Workshop are still the same, the pipa is so eager that it hits the plantain like rain, Xue Chong is still dangling in the air, cursing, everyone does not squint, and they don't recognize who Xiao Mo is.

Xiao Mo was overjoyed, and suddenly saw a person walking out of Tingyu Xuan, at first glance, his eyebrows were clear, and he looked quite graceful, and he was about thirty years old, and it was Shi Jingjiao, the capital of the Left Shooting Army.

Shi Jingjiao saw that Xiao Mo was wearing a Jin State steel helmet, carrying a heavy sword behind him, wearing linen clothes, with a swollen head hanging on his waist, and the smell of blood all over his body, he was also shocked, he looked at An Chongzhi and said puzzledly: "This is ...... Who is this?"

Xiao Mo was afraid that if he said too much, he would lose it, so he preemptively said: "The winding path leads to the secluded place!"

Shi Jingjiao immediately understood, and said with a smile: "The chief manager has been waiting for a long time, please be in the young man!"

Listening to the curtain of Yuxuan, facing the terrace of the pear orchard, it is really an excellent position to watch the opera and listen to the music. The stone masonry in the Xuan is rising, the tables and chairs on both sides are horizontally displayed, and the jade plate is innumerable. At the end of the stone masonry, a vermilion lacquer square platform about seven feet high sits north and faces south, on which is placed the throne of a carved dragon with gold lacquer, and Li Siyuan sits in the middle.

He was dressed in regular clothes, his robe was embroidered with a yellow dragon, his head was blue and black, the corners of the scarf were wrapped in a bun forward, the dragon pattern was tied at the back of his head, and the streamers hung down naturally on his temples. The body is slightly blessed, the leather belt around the waist is empty and outward, and there are countless inlaid stones and jade.

Li Siyuan has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a pair of sleepy eyes that can't be opened are like two dead leaves on his face, there is a long beard on the side of his mouth, and the black color is like a fairy wind and bones like a god in the painting, he is younger than he imagined, and he can't tell that he is an old man who is close to the sixtieth year.

A stunning beauty beside him was pouring wine and feeding Li Siyuan, and the appearance of the country and the city was faintly revealed, and the willow waist that was not in her hand was leaning on the handrail of the carved dragon, squinting at Xiao Mo, and her eyes were full of charm.

Xiao Mo shuddered, and as Shi Jingjiao entered the banquet, An Chongzhu stood outside the Xuan, shaking his head and listening to Huaiyin Pingchu, completely unaware of the murderous intentions of Yuxuan.

Shi Jingjiao slowly walked up to the stone masonry, whispering something on Li Siyuan's left hand, Li Siyuan woke up from a big dream, moved his eyebrows, bowed forward slightly, and saw the ragged and thin young man under the steps, he couldn't help laughing: "The old man has thought of countless possibilities, but he never imagined that the person who walked into this listening to Yuxuan was actually a yellow-mouthed child with a milky smell and dry smell, which is really more interesting than the drama and the amazing one than the story!"

He laughed loudly, and his laughter was strange and strange, like the sound of metal rubbing, which was creepy to hear.