Mo Qianlan strode towards the back of the thatched hall.
Behind are several rows of houses, some large and some small, with doors and windows open. Soldiers are searching inside one after another. The food and grass are all intact and placed in piles outside, ready to be carried down the mountain at any time.
Mo Qianlan saw Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng sat at the table and ate jujubes. He took a bite and scratched his face. The jujubes in his hands were huge and there were several pieces of jujube cakes on the table.
Yin Bei sat on her left, and the thin man who kidnapped her sat on her right. The two stared at each other, unconvinced.
Mo Qianlan's voice trembled: "Ah!"
Mo Lingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Qianlan, then reached out and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.
"Auntie!"
It wasn't until Mo Qianlan squeezed out another cry while coughing that she stood up holding the half jujube and said "hmm".
Mo Qianlan crossed the threshold, walked straight to Mo Lingfeng, knelt down on one knee, and pulled Mo Lingfeng into his arms. Mo Lingfeng first turned his head away, and then buried his face uncontrollably.
On Mo Qianlan's chest, he sniffed hard and hooked his arms around Mo Qianlan's neck.
In Mo Qianlan's cold and familiar breath, Mo Lingfeng opened his mouth and burst into tears: "Why are you here!"
She burst into tears, crying until she lost her breath, with tears streaming down her face. She buried her head on Mo Qianlan's chest and kept shaking.
Mo Qianlan rubbed her back, almost heartbroken, and at the same time, her heart finally fell to the ground.
Mo Lingfeng was tired from crying and choked up while hanging on Mo Qianlan. After another half-quarter of an hour, she wiped away her tears and nose on Mo Qianlan. She struggled out of Mo Qianlan's arms and pinched the half pill.
Dazaozi whispered: "Brother, this is not good."
Her voice trembled and her breath was confused: "Wu Jin's right hand is broken, how could you do this to him?"
During the raid at Guanyi that night, she initially thought that Zhang Chongfeng had colluded with the thieves, but after entering Niuji Ridge, the skinny thieves treated her with respect. She stayed in a warm room, had food and drink, and even
After Yin Nan came quietly to eat dates as big as his fist, the little man took it upon himself to triple his meal.
She immediately understood that the incident at Guanyi had nothing to do with Zhang Chongfeng. Instead, Mo Qianlan opened his bloody mouth and began to swallow the sky and the earth.
With his upper lip touching the sky and his lower lip touching the ground, he ate the entire autumn grain in Kuanzhou and devoured countless pieces of flesh and blood. His appetite was not limited to this, and he would swallow even more, enough to make the Mo family return to power.
A glimmer of vitality.
But this mouth really shouldn't bite off Wu Jin's arm - Wu Jin is very, very good.
Mo Qianlan was stunned for a moment, and only then did she find the energy to look at Mo Lingfeng.
No matter how respectful the little person is, there is only so much she can do on Niuji Ridge. Her clothes are still dirty, and her face is also unclean. Her hair is tied up by Yin Nan, one big and one small. She raises her head, revealing a pair of red eyes.
red phoenix eyes.
Her face and hands were also covered with tiny red rashes. When she scratched her skin, water flowed out. Wherever the water went, the rashes grew.
He was short of breath and frightened. He was only afraid of the mantis stalking the cicada or the oriole behind him along the way. At this time, Mo Lingfeng was intact. Facing the accusation, he nodded and acknowledged: "Yes, my brother is not good. Uncle Zhao has already called the doctor for treatment."
His hand has been reattached and it will heal in three months without affecting his writing."
Mo Lingfeng then raised his hand and put the dates back on the table: "Where's grandma?"
"She's not dead. I've sent someone to take her back to Kuanzhou." Mo Qianlan swallowed half of his words - the nanny is half dead. Whether she can live or not depends on Li Yitie.
"Should I go to Kyoto with Zhang Chongfeng?"
"not going."
Mo Lingfeng was exhausted from crying and felt hungry. He reached for a piece of jujube cake and asked, "What happens next?"
Mo Qianlan swept the jujube cake and saw that it was still clean, so he let her eat it: "From now on, you can go if you want to go, but if you don't want to go, don't go."
In the bloody storm, Mo Lingfeng ate a whole piece of jujube cake. Because the jujube cake tasted very good, he took another piece: "When will you go back?"
Mo Qianlan had a smile on his face: "Wait here."
He couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, he hugged her hard, put his chin on the top of her head, and took a deep breath - the warm furry breath.
Because Mo Lingfeng could no longer leave Mo Qianlan in the future, she was very calm. She reluctantly let Mo Qianlan hold her in her arms - through a layer of clothes, she felt that her own bones and Mo Qianlan's bones were both irritating.
After hugging her for a while, Mo Qianlan reluctantly came out of the room where Mo Lingfeng stayed, walked into the drafty thatched hall, stepped over a corpse and sat on the tiger-skin chair, straightened her legs and leaned back on the chair.
He tilted his back, tilted his head back hard, and exhaled a breath of thick air.
"Shiheng," he looked up at Zhao Shiheng, "I only care about that brat."
Zhao Shiheng climbed from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. After many twists and turns, his lameness became more and more obvious. The more lame he was, the less he wanted help from others. He would rather walk slower and more tiredly.
He asked someone to bring a chair and sit down. Then he raised his feet and looked down at the soles of his shoes. He was disgusted by the blood on the shoes.
He prefers silent fighting. Conspiracies in the dark are best carried out quietly, and he does not need to witness them with his own eyes - every conspiracy is forged with blood.
At this time, Mo Qianlan was still feeling jealous. He wanted to make fun of the Jiedushi, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed out.
After sneezing, he looked at Mo Qianlan's face, which was as cold as a winter melon, and swallowed back the harsh words - Mo Qianlan finally found a pillar of support to live on, and it would be a good deed for him to refrain from sarcastic words.
.
Besides, there are still big things to do, so don’t waste your time.
He responded vaguely, turned to watch a soldier dragging away the body on the ground, and sneezed again.
The cold wind howled, the sky turned dark, and the thatched hall turned into a mourning hall under the light of torches. Mo Qianlan was paralyzed like a ghost, and would roll to the ground if he moved even slightly - he was overjoyed just now, and now
I had a splitting headache and my vision was blurry, leaving only a patch of blood.
He is insensitive, like a devil. This blood was created by him, and there will be more and more hot blood.
As soon as the emperor thought of it, the Mo family was full of corpses, bleeding for thousands of miles. The onlookers from all over the world and the officials of the dynasty all applauded, thinking that this was an emperor's technique.
So when Mo Qianlan thought about it, would the history pen give him a good review if he shed the blood of students, thieves, and soldiers? Or would it describe the emperor's intentions in detail?
Won't.
Because the history pen is also in the hands of the emperor.
The corpses in the thatched hall were moved out, and the debris on the ground was cleared. The leader of the elite soldiers assembled his team and came forward to inform Mo Qianlan that all the traitors had been wiped out and his merits were fulfilled.
Mo Qianlan nodded with satisfaction: "Since the thief has been eliminated, I will reward you with the 20,000 yuan."
When the elite soldiers heard about this huge reward, they were so happy that they even forgot to thank them. They could only keep calculating in their hearts how much each person could share in the 20,000 guan.
He was not good at arithmetic, and he had calculated it several times in his mind but could not figure it out. Just when he was thinking that as the head of the capital, he could always get more points, Zhao Shiheng seemed to have noticed his doubts and spoke up to share his worries: "
Two hundred guan per person, and I will reward you with an ingot of gold."