long old

Shan Fan, you go to investigate first, Gu and Ziqing, Mr. Wen dismantled the tent, and entered the city first. "

Shan Fan: "His Royal Highness, you..."

Rong Mo: "Don't worry, Ziqing will protect me, right?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at Mo Xuan with a smile.

Mo Xuan looked up at Rong Mo, smiled lightly and said, "Yes, yes."

Shan Fan had no choice but to glance at the confident Rong Mo, then turned and left.

Rong Mo sat next to Mo Xuan with a smile, rubbed Mo Xuan's face, and said, "Ziqing, from now on, I will rely on you to cover me, and I will be yours. Now, you can't dislike me anymore. "

Mo Xuan: "My people, don't dislike them."

Not far away, a man just turned his head and saw the person he had been waiting for all his life beside the campfire.

"Master Chang, it's time for us to go. Young Master is still waiting." A man dressed in red came over and said in a low voice.

Chang Zhaizhu looked away, looked at the wound that was still oozing blood on his body, and closed his eyes.

Then... wait.

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☆, shake the city (eight)

Rong Mo got on his horse, followed by Mo Xuan and Wen Han.

He suddenly turned his head and said, "Ziqing, come here."

Hearing this, Mo Xuan was slightly taken aback, got off the horse, and walked to Rong Mo's side.

Rong Mo pulled him onto the horse and sat behind him.

Mo Xuan was so at a loss what to do, even his ears were burning red.

Rong Mo smiled slyly, put his hands on his waist, and said with a smile, "Didn't you agree to protect me? Ziqing, did you go back on your word?"

He said, knowing that he couldn't see, he still showed a pitiful face in cooperation.

Mo Xuan shook his head subconsciously, and subconsciously clenched the cloth in his hand.

Rong Mo was startled, then smiled.

Rong Mo: "That's good, hurry up. Mr. Wen, let's go."

After saying that, he tightened his grip on the horse's belly, waved the rein, the horse was startled, neighed, and ran forward.

Wen Han grasped the rein in his hand, sat stiffly on the horse's back, and kept shaking up and down with the bumps of the horse's jumping in the air.

Wen Han has never been able to like riding a horse, because he can't get used to his body and internal organs being overwhelmed by the running of the horse.

But that person liked it since he was a child, and he was forced to learn it.

Thinking of that person, Wen Han gritted his teeth and asked vaguely: "How did His Royal Highness know that the food for the caravan was robbed by bandits?"

Rong Mo glanced at him, speeded up, and casually analyzed for him: "First, we did not inform the city lord and officials of Zhaoyuan City in advance about our trip, nor did we inform them. Also, forgive those who love money like Corrupt officials who bully the weak and fear the hard will not have the guts to rob the court of relief food."

"Secondly, Huang Shilang mentioned before at the court meeting that 'bandits are rampant in Zhaoyuan City'. The drought in Zhaoyuan City is severe, and the people have no crops. The bandits dare not rob the government. But they still have to eat."

"Once a person is extremely hungry, in order to survive, he can do anything, let alone rob a 'weak and deceitful' caravan?"

Only then did Wen Han suddenly realize, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Before he was ashamed, he tightly covered his mouth, for fear that he would not be able to take it anymore and waste the remaining food in his stomach.

Seeing Wen Han's appearance, Rong Mo didn't know how to feel, he simply shook his head and sighed, and cast a vague glance at Mo Xuan behind him with red ears.

Although Ziqing also didn't know the purpose of his visit, at least he didn't like to make trouble.

If it wasn't for Wen Han's real use to keep it, he really didn't want to get involved in another trouble from his father's camp.

Rong Mo tightened the reins, stopped the horse, and dismounted, and Mo Xuan quickly turned over and dismounted.

Ahead is the gate of Zhaoyuan City, which is indeed as described in the report:

The gates of Zhaoyuan City have long been blocked, and the entire city is under martial law.The gates of the city are heavily guarded and checked.

The people in the city can't leave the city, only the people who have returned from abroad, and the strangers who don't know.

Once you enter the city, you cannot leave the city.

"Even in a dead city, people must exist to whitewash the peace?"

Rong Mo couldn't help frowning, and waved to Wen Han behind him, beckoning him to come up.

Wen Han got off the horse obediently and walked up to Rong Mo.

Rong Mo: "Master Wen, please."

As he spoke, he pushed Wen Han all the way to the gate of the city.

Wen Han was still ignorant and couldn't figure out the situation, so he went to the two soldiers guarding the city gate.

Two soldiers held two halberds, crossed and erected in front of the city gate.

One of them shouted sharply: "Who is it? What is the purpose of coming to Zhaoyuan City?"

Wen Han was also quick-witted, and immediately agreed, with a smile on his face: "Brothers, I and the two sworn brothers left the city a few years ago to seek livelihood, and haven't returned home for a long time."

"Unexpectedly, a few days ago, our old mother sent us a letter, saying that she was critically ill. No, we didn't even have a chance to react, so we hurried back. Please let us go to the city so that we can go to the city. The last time I saw my mother."

Wen Han's appearance is not outstanding, but he is still pretty, and he is gentle and gentle. He looks harmless to humans and animals, which is extremely easy to believe.

As expected, the faces of the two soldiers softened, and one of them turned around and casually threw the roster in his hand to him.

The other one was still in the mood to chat with him: "Hey, Ling Ci's surname is Guigeng this year?"

Wen Han avoided talking about it, and said vaguely: "My mother's surname is Xue. Hey, I'm filling in my name here, right?"

The soldier leaned over, glanced at him, and replied, "Yes."

He raised his head and looked at the two people behind Wen Han. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he boldly pointed to one of them and asked, "Is that also your sworn brother? Why do I look like your wife?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Wen Han turned around and looked in the direction of his finger, feeling helpless.

Although the Seventh Prince was handsome in appearance, he was tall and tall, even half a head taller than Wen Han.

Even an old man with dim eyesight would not be able to recognize him as a girl, let alone his wife.

Moreover, the soldier didn't see it, and when he said it, did Rong Mo react?It's heart palpitations.

With a cold face, Rong Mo slapped away the soldier's hand that was already on Mo Xuan's body, twisted back fiercely, and the man let out a scream like killing a pig.

Rong Mo dismissed the soldier casually, took a deep look at him, twitched the corners of his lips, and asked, "Have you registered? Let's go to the city."

The soldier was so frightened that he couldn't speak. Who would have thought that a soft-looking child would be able to use so much force, and in the blink of an eye, one of his companion's hands would be crippled.

He nodded subconsciously, turned around, and opened the city gate.

Rong Mo took Mo Xuan's hand, passed by the soldier, bent down, and said with a smile: "In the future, you should just do it yourself. If you touch his hand, I will cripple you. I feel like I've got my hands dirty."

"Also..." He lowered his head, smiling like a flower, "Remember, I am his foster husband, not someone else's wife."

The man nodded and stood up shivering.

Mo Xuan was behind him, smiling helplessly, but he couldn't help opening his mouth, and repeated: "Tong Yangfu?"

Rong Mo turned around, clung to his ear, and said in a low voice: "How about Ziqing willing to be on top? Coincidentally, I also quite like the position of regent princess. After all, she is higher than the emperor."

Mo Xuan's ear tips were reddish, there was really nothing he could do about it.

Wen Han followed behind them, and suddenly realized his role deeply.

After they left, the soldier dared to help his companion to get up.

While muttering, he opened the roster: "I want to see who these people are."

When he saw it, he put the roster aside casually, and said with difficulty, "I've never heard of their names."

The wind picked up slightly, and the page was turned automatically, and the record clearly read: "Purpose of entering the city: to visit the dying mother, those who entered the city: Han Ping, Xue Qing, Shen Di."

There is also a line of flying dragons and phoenixes below, but elegant and divine characters: "Scumbags, wake up!"

Young and frivolous, we know youth.

In Zhaoyuan City——

Mo Xuan wore a bamboo hat and followed Rong Mo.

He is thin-skinned and inevitably has scruples.

Seeing how shy he was, Rong Mo simply picked up the bamboo hat from the vendor by the city gate and put it on his head, euphemistically saying, "I don't want others to covet Ziqing anymore."

Rong Mo sat on a bench in a restaurant shop, asking the shopkeeper about the situation in the city: "Shopkeeper, my elder brother, my wife and I just returned to the city recently, so I don't know what happened in the city recently, such a martial law? "

The shopkeeper brought a bowl of chaff noodles to the table, and deliberately lowered his voice: "People in the city are often missing recently, most of them are blacksmiths and foreigners. Also, I have set up a stall here for nearly ten years, and I have never seen you. You should be more careful, son."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Rong Mo was not ashamed or angry, and continued to inquire about the situation with a smile.

On the street beside him came a drunk man, stumbled over, bumped into Mo Xuan who was beside Rong Mo, fell to the ground, and grabbed his hand.

Mo Xuan frowned, but finally held back.

The man actually grabbed his hand and yelled "Ouch, Ouch": "I don't know you before, why are you so cruel. I was hit by you so hurt, hurry up and lose money!"

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No, I'm a serious person.

☆, shake the city (nine)

The clothes on the man were so tattered that they couldn't even be called clothes, they could only be called a "fig leaf".

His body was covered with the smell of alcohol and the sour smell of sweat, which was very pungent.

He kept yelling "lose money" and then died on the ground.

No matter how Wen Han pulls, he just doesn't move and can't get up.

Rong Mo pulled the man away from Mo Xuan's hand, frowning in disgust.

In one day, seeing Mo Xuan dragged together with other strange men twice, Rong Mo was extremely angry.

Following the man's yelling, ordinary people continued to gather around and point at them:

"Look! What's the matter?"

"It seems that someone deliberately bumped into someone and still didn't pay for it. I've lived for so long, and I've never seen such an overkill. Pooh!"

"These people look like strangers, and they must be from other places. They clearly know that our Zhaoyuan City is suffering from a famine, and they came to our place to make trouble, and I don't know what kindness is out of An's intentions."

"That's right. But the man who was hit doesn't look like he wants to let it go. I'm afraid they will have to spend a lot of money to solve the problem."

"Oh, this is the eighth incident this month, I don't know what evil it is."

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Most of these common people gathered around to watch a good show were dressed in simple, shabby clothes, with the lingering smell of corpses and the smell of death.

When death is imminent, the gossip mentality of not forgetting to watch a good show is really a bad habit of human beings.Rong Mo suddenly thought of these words.

Although he doesn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but a troublesome person will inevitably be disgusted by others.

But the person lying on the ground was still unwilling to live in peace. Seeing that there were so many people joining in the fun around them, he suddenly became energetic and performed even more vigorously.

He lay on the ground, bowed his hands, and said with a smile: "Neighbors and neighbors, you all know that I, Zhu Laowu, have always been a reasonable person, and I am reasonable and not close."

"He bumped into me, not only did he not lose money, but he also refused to condescend and say to me: 'I'm sorry'. If he apologizes and loses money again, can't we be private?"

"Why wait for me to get impatient and report it to the government. This intervention will make everyone look bad. Everyone is smart, so why make a big deal of it? Say it, right?"

Rong Mo slowly leaned over, showing a faint smile, and repeated inexplicably: "Be reasonable or not?"

The man who called himself "Zhu Laowu": "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Rong Mo smiled and said, "I'm quite similar to you, just a little different."

Zhu Laowu: "What's different?"

Rong Mo: "I am also famous for being unreasonable about relatives. As for you, which shoulder or which hand touched Ziqing, I don't say much or take much, just help you Free yourself from the burden of a body. Save yourself the trouble of pretending to be pitiful when you blackmail people in the future."

Rong Mo's smile was as bright as a spring flower, but his movements were very fierce. He reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder, and then twisted backwards, ready to cripple him.

However, Mo Xuan reached out and grabbed Rong Mo's sleeve, shaking his head as if to restrain him.

Rong Mo turned his head, glanced at him, fell silent for a moment, and obediently let go of his hand.

Only then did Mo Xuan breathe a sigh of relief, and persuaded in a low voice: "You and I have just entered Zhaoyuan City, so we don't know much about the situation in the city. You were enough to attract attention when you were at the city gate earlier."

"If you make such a big commotion in the city again, it will definitely attract the attention of others, and it will even expose our whereabouts."

Rong Mo looked like a childish husband-in-law with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and pitifully pulled Mo Xuan's loose sleeves, and argued: "I was wrong. I just can't get angry. They judge people by their appearance. Seeing Ziqing's outstanding appearance, it's just I think Ziqing is weak and can be bullied."

Regarding Mo Xuan's blame, Rong Mo has always been kind, and he has to admit his mistakes without saying a word.

Mo Xuan doesn't necessarily want to hear him admit his mistakes, but wants him to apologize.

However, Rong Mo likes to show weakness to him.It doesn't have to be a result of who is right and who is wrong, and it is serious to make him happy.

Mo Xuan helped his forehead helplessly, and asked back: "Then I am also a weak and deceitful image in your heart?"

Rong Mo's eyes widened: "How is that possible! In my heart, Ziqing is the best!"

He was so straightforward, which made Mo Xuan's ears blush, and he cursed with a smile: "There is no one."

He turned around and glanced at Zhu Lao Wu who had already slipped away far away while they were off guard.

With a few strides, Mo Xuan caught up with him, grabbed his shoulders, and threw him to the ground with ease, simply dislodging his joints.

Mo Xuan clung to his ear and said in a low voice: "Don't mess with people you can't afford, the consequences will be self-respect."

Seeing his flowing movements, Rong Mo was also taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "Ziqing, you..."

Mo Xuan rubbed his hands, but he was still very stiff, his body still hadn't returned to normal, and he was still in a state of stiffness and deep sleep.

Mo Xuan: "Even."

Rong Mo was taken aback again, and couldn't stop laughing.

In order not to let yourself be scolded, did you deliberately accompany him to make mistakes?

Ridiculously cute.Why do I like him so much?He's just too cute.

"Xue Qing, Shen Di, Han Ping!"

Bai Chen saw them through the crowd, and Xu Yuan saw them, crying and shouting loudly on the spot under the aliases that His Highness the Crown Prince had agreed with them.

Bai Chen really couldn't bear His Highness the Crown Prince's tossing about, His Highness always wanted to come out.

It is agreed that this is a secret investigation, so you can't go to the city to investigate in the identity of the imperial envoy. It must be a secret operation and must not be leaked.

They even forced them to come up with pseudonyms, so that they could only use pseudonyms in front of strangers, and they were not even allowed to reveal their secrets.

Rong Mo: "Bai Zhu, we are here."

He deliberately raised his voice, knowing that Bai Chen's hearing was sensitive, he shouted with all his strength, just because he was afraid that others might not be able to hear his name clearly or who he was calling.

Bai Chen had no choice but to reply: "You guys come here first."

As soon as he said this, the people around him looked at him more and more strangely, and Bai Chen couldn't help crying.

In the past few days, because Bai Chen is a foreigner, he has a strange face.

So during the investigation, he was scrutinized, looked suspiciously, and even closed the door.

Finally, after staying for a few days, people finally saw his face and felt familiar.

His Highness the Crown Prince's shout brought all his efforts back to their original form, but Bai Chen couldn't say anything.

Rong Mo took Mo Xuan by the hand, and walked in Bai Chen's direction.

As soon as Wen Han entered the city, he took the carriage, horses and luggage to the post station for registration.

He is careful and has younger siblings at home, so he has an innate sense of responsibility.

Therefore, he took the Seventh Prince and His Royal Highness, who were a few years younger than him, as his own younger brothers and took care of them.

Rong Mo was also happy to let him go first, and the two of them walked around Zhaoyuan City.

At this moment, Rong Mo was even more eager to slip away.

It's just that Bai Chen noticed his movements and abruptly stopped Rong Mo who wanted to sneak away.

Bai Chen's handsome brows and eyes are very stern, as if a storm is brewing.

Bai Chen: "Your Highness, are you messing around again?"

Rong Mo pretended not to know, and acted in a daze: "Ah? I just disabled a guard's left hand in front of the city gate. It shouldn't be nonsense, I just wanted to fight."

Bai Chen was heartbroken and was about to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan also said lightly: "The left arm of that person was just crippled."

As soon as he said the words, Bai Chen swallowed all the lectures that had been raised in his throat very aggrieved.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince generally made moves, mostly for fun.

But the Seventh Prince is different, he is so thoughtful, mature and stable, he will definitely not act recklessly.

He will only make shots when he is forced to do so at critical moments.

Therefore, something big must have happened to provoke them to fight.

It has to be said that Bai Chen occasionally has a "double standard" towards His Highness and others.

Bai Chen led His Highness the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince to the inn that he and Wei Yan had booked before, and went upstairs with ease.

Mo Xuan thought about Wen Han who hadn't come back yet, and couldn't help asking: "Master Wen..."

Bai Chen replied indifferently: "Master Wen was born here in Zhaoyuan City, we have agreed before, he will come to understand."

Mo Xuan nodded, and confidently led Rong Mo upstairs.

A shop waiter downstairs knocked over a customer's table with a small tea tray, skillfully dropped it on the ground, and began to yell "Oh, lose money, lose money soon."

Not only did the man not listen, but he and the brothers sitting at the same table picked up the guy next to him and beat him severely with "ping ping pong pang pong", and then walked away without paying attention.

Bai Chen is used to this for a long time: "Don't pay attention, their city is like this. Everyone has been wiped out of money by unscrupulous merchants and city owners. They can only rely on this kind of 'touching porcelain' to swindle money."

"Wei Yan has already gone to understand the specific situation, and he will explain it to you."

Rong Mo nodded, noncommittal.

But Mo Xuan couldn't help turning his head in compassion, and threw the money bag in his hand.

He thought that he was treated like that because he was a foreigner.

As soon as he dropped his purse, it was snapped up.

As a result, the fact is that there is a famine for the whole people, causing hooligans for the whole people, which is really sad.

I don't know if they can pull them out of the sea of ​​suffering when they come.

Mo Xuan didn't think he was such a compassionate saint, but at least he could save one.

Rong Mo pushed open the door, and Wei Yan was already sitting there, laying out a table of maps and drinking tea on the table.

When he saw His Highness the Crown Prince coming in, he didn't get up, but just said a word: "Your Highness, Wang Ye."

Rong Mo: "Yes."

He helped Mo Xuan to sit down, and sat on the chair beside him himself. After pouring tea and handing it to him, he said: "Tell me, what's the situation?"

Wei Yan: "As far as I know, the people in Zhaoyuan City are full of grievances. Since the drought started three months ago, the city lord Zou Ming started to collect a lot of rice, and he sold it at a high price during the past three months, making a fortune. Pen."

"Other traders are jealous and follow suit, raising the price of rice and exploiting people's interests in large quantities."

"Uprising teams came up one after another, all of them were suppressed, and there were countless casualties. The people in the city could only beg and cheat for a living..."

Rong Mo: "Wait a minute, stop."

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And, the winter vacation is over, and the update time has returned to normal from the beginning of March.

☆, shake the city (pick up)

Rong Mo raised his hand, stopped Wei Yan from speaking, and took the pen and paper that had been placed on the table.

He transcribed Wei Yan's narration verbatim on paper, and then presented it to Wei Yan.

After confirming that it was correct, Rong Mo rolled up the roll of paper and put it on the table beside him.

Wen Han just opened the door and came in at this time, said "Sorry", and hurriedly found a seat to sit down.

His face was pale, and he seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

Rong Mo glanced at him nonchalantly, then turned to look at Wei Yan.

Rong Mo: "Why was the uprising team easily suppressed by the government? Could it be that Zou Ming raised private soldiers and fought against them?"

According to the law of Zhiguo, the government can have a militia team composed of county officials, policemen and villagers, and its components must be recruited by ordinary farmers and people, and there must be no merchants or descendants of aristocratic families.

The members of the team, their home addresses, the names of their family members, and their identities must all be reported to the imperial court without error.

These measures are all aimed at preventing collusion between officials and businessmen, as well as mutual protection from top to bottom.

Under normal circumstances, one of the main reasons for the great victory of the peasant uprising is that most of their main force is adapted from the original militia.

Or with the support of the militia, the inside should cooperate with the outside.

The current situation in Zhaoyuan City is suitable for this kind of measure, and it is also the easiest to succeed.

Zou Ming is so stingy and has exploited so many people, how could he spend so much money on the militia which is originally from the people?

Furthermore, no matter how good the generals of the rebel army are, it is impossible for them to break away from the support of the government's rebel team and cause such a big disturbance.

After all, ordinary peasants have never received systematic military |training|training, and it is difficult to fight against orthodox militia|military teams who are used to life with weapons.

Therefore, in the initial period of the uprising, the first task of the generals was to instigate rebellion against this main force.

Moreover, it is often extremely easy to instigate rebellion within the same class.

To sum up, Rong Mo couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation, and could only conclude that it was the result of Zou Ming's private soldiers.

Wei Yan glanced at him in surprise, touched his mustache, and continued to narrate: "Yes, this is what I want to report to His Highness next."

"Zhaoyuan City has long run out of food, but Zou Ming spared no expense to buy dozens of chickens, ducks and geese, and raised them in the courtyard. It was the hungry people in the city who took the risk and captured a few. Within a day, Zou Ming would Quickly fill in the vacancies from the merchants outside the city."

"The animals raised were loud, but kept on day and night. I couldn't help but become suspicious. After discussing with Bai Chen and the other two, I visited the government at night, but didn't get much. After several days of inspections, I found out the truth. "

Wei Yan's voice was full of offended anger: "There are blacksmiths and blacksmiths in the courtyard, and there are more than a dozen troops composed of foreigners."

Wei Yan: "The people in the city live by extortion, and they have not been arrested by the government. Because they are taking this opportunity to find outlanders with better skills and bring them into the mansion, forcing them to practice martial arts and become soldiers. main force."

"...They are going to rebel!" His voice was hoarse and dry, full of anger.

I don't know if it was Wei Yan's illusion, but when he heard the last sentence, a strange smile appeared on the face of His Royal Highness, and it disappeared for a moment.

Rong Mo slowly played with the ceramic teacup in his hand, and said gently: "Reverse? That depends on Gu's willingness to rebel. If Gu is unwilling, what can he do?"

His words are gentle and gentle, with bright eyebrows and eyes, making people feel that he is speaking the most beautiful love words, without any murderous intentions.

But Wei Yan felt a chill for no reason, and after Wei Yan reacted, he couldn't help laughing at himself: He thinks he is very tall, but now he is suppressed by the aura of an inexperienced young man, he really relaxed his vigilance too much.

Wei Yan couldn't help laughing again: "His Royal Highness is thinking too simply. No one wants to rebel. But since it has already happened, it is difficult to stop this evil idea. How could it be a matter of your words?" ?”

Rong Mo: "Oh, is that so?"

He asked a question back, lowered his eyes, his green and gentle brows and eyes were not aggressive at all.

Rong Mo lightly dropped a bombshell: "The food has been robbed. Shan Fan has already gone to investigate."

Unavoidably, Wei Yan turned pale with shock, jumped up from his seat, and kept shaking his head: "What's going on? It's impossible, it's impossible! What should I do? What should I do next? It's a bad start."

Rong Mo: "What should I do? Take it back, that's it."

He was still as calm as if he had settled down, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes did not show any waves.

Rong Mo stood up, glanced at the sky outside the window, took Mo Xuan's hand, and made the bed with disgust.

He originally wanted to take off his boots for Mo Xuan, but he resolutely stopped him, so he had no choice but to give up, sighing regretfully from the sidelines.

Mo Xuan's ears were slightly red, and he gave him a nonchalant glance, sitting on the rough end of the bed, and slowly took off his boots.

Wei Yan watched in disbelief as Rong Mo asked Xiao Er to fill up the hot water, took off his coat, and after washing, he took Mo Xuan to tidy up his appearance, and couldn't help asking: "His Royal Highness, is this here?" do what?"

Rong Mo was already about to lie down under the blanket, dreaming of Duke Zhou. Hearing this, he couldn't help but look at Wei Yan inexplicably, and answered him sincerely: "I'm going to sleep, and please leave the room first, Lord Wei, Lord Wen, and the white guards , Turn off the lights and rest early."

Wei Yan still didn't give up, and then asked back: "At this time, shouldn't we discuss the future countermeasures?"

Rong Mo was already lying on the bed with his hair loose, and asked even more puzzled: "You and I don't know the movements of the bandits outside the city, nor the location of the cottage; you don't know Zou Ming's personality, nor It is impossible to sneak into the government."

"At this time, we are here in a hurry, and the countermeasures we discussed will definitely be messy and useless. Rather than doing useless work here, it is better to recharge our energy and store up energy to prepare for the enemy. You said, right, Master Wei?"

Wei Yan was speechless, completely defeated by his fallacy, and wanted to fight again: "This..."

But Rong Mo issued a clear order to evict the guests: "Please help me turn off the oil lamp, and remember to lock the door for me when I go out."

He is like that, I don't want to say more.

Bai Chen shook his head, grabbed Wei Yan's shoulder and Wen Han's sleeve, turned off the oil lamp, and closed the door behind him.

After dragging them out, Bai Chen patted Wei Yan's shoulder with complicated emotions, and suddenly realized "same sickness and pity for each other".

Bai Chen relieved them painfully and said: "His Royal Highness's style of doing things is like that, you always have to get used to it."

Seeing their uneasy expressions, Bai Chen still thoughtfully added: "Don't worry, Your Highness has his own opinion."

Even if he knew that it was him and Shan Fan, he was not sure, nor did he know what His Highness the Crown Prince thought.

Bai Chen, Wei Yan, and Wen Han are not in the same room. Seeing that their expressions softened a little, he turned around and went back to his room.

Wei Yan and Wen Han looked at each other helplessly, and had to wash up and go to sleep as Rong Mo said.

In fact, according to common sense, if such a major incident occurs, the imperial envoy must report it to the court.

It's just that Wei Yan also forgot about Rong Mo's disturbance.

In the guest room——

Rong Mo heard the footsteps in the corridor gradually going away. After all the hustle and bustle had calmed down, he got up from the quilt, turned around and hugged Mo Xuan, intentionally clinging to his ear, breathing like blue.

Rong Mo said in a low voice: "Ziqing, the night is deep and the people are quiet, and the spring night is short, it is not as good as us..."

Mo Xuan remained still, followed his words, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Huh? What are you doing?"

Originally, I was a little cautious and wanted to tease him.

Unexpectedly, Rong Mo himself was defeated by his "um" first.

Rong Mo had no choice but to surrender obediently, his eyes were still clear and bright: "Let's go to visit the palace at night."

Mo Xuan frowned, and was about to refuse.

Rong Mo was the first to grab his arm, shaking it gently.

Rong Mo: "Ziqing, Ziqing, come with me. Ziqing!"

The young man's voice was already a little hoarse, mixed with deliberate childishness, Mo Xuan's heart softened in an instant, and it was too late to refuse, so he could only nod his head as an agreement.

Rong Mo smiled happily, no longer the deliberate pitiful look he had before.

Rong Mo took off the jade pendant around his waist, put it into the wide sleeves, and tightened the oversized clothes and sleeves.

He turned around, took the hairpin that Mo Xuan had put on the table before, and fondly played with Mo Xuan's waist-length hair, which was flexible and firm, but often messy, enough to show the master's laziness.

Rong Mo combed Mo Xuan's long hair with his hands, and tied a crown for him.

Rong Mo looked at him with satisfaction, he always liked to take care of him and pamper him, so that it seemed that he could make up for the lack of warmth during his absence.

Mo Xuan: "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to hold Rong Mo's hand.

Rong Mo was taken aback, before they had time to reflect on the future, they had already arrived at the City Lord's Mansion where they had explored the way before.

With some selfishness in mind, Rong Mo reluctantly let go of Mo Xuan's hand, but clenched it even tighter.

Mo Xuan turned his head to look at him, Rong Mo pursed his lips, knowing that he couldn't see, but still made a pitiful look: "Ziqing, I'm afraid."

Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing, knowing that he was messing around with him, he didn't bother to scold him.

He kissed his forehead lightly and ruffled his hair.

When his lips touched Rong Mo, Mo Xuan's body froze suddenly, and the roots of his ears turned red.

He has always treated people with courtesy, he is not used to many intimacy, so he tolerated Rong Mo alone.

Now, being so proactive is an exception for him.

Rong Mo's eyes moved slightly, he covered his face and smiled silently.

Mo Xuan turned around with a tacit understanding, and gave him a glare.

Rong Mo took his hand kindly, just about to act like a baby.

Mo Xuan covered his lips with his hand, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Shh, don't mess around. Someone is here."

Rong Mo held his breath and followed Mo Xuan to hide on the eaves of the backyard.

In the backyard—

The night watch guard held the lantern and rubbed his eyes and chatted: "Tell me, what is the purpose of the city lord ordering me to be under martial law all day long? Is it to guard against the people? But our specially trained elite soldiers are enough to defeat those rebel teams, and , those uprising teams can’t make a difference.”

Guard: "Maybe the weather will change, go back."

He answered irrelevant questions, turned around absent-mindedly and went back to the house.

Rong Mo and Mo Xuan glanced at each other.

Rong Mo's expression was solemn: "He is really brave enough to support private soldiers, he should be punished."

Mo Xuan: "It is true that you should be punished. But without evidence, no one will admit it."

Speaking of this, Rong Mo's expression became mischievous, and he said softly, "We're here to find evidence."

Mo Xuan laughed: "That's right, let's go."

Rong Mo always looks so high-spirited, and nothing can stop him.

After so many years, he was able to catch a glimpse of youth.That glance will never be forgotten in this life.

Rong Mo: "Ziqing, come here, I seem to have found a clue."

He suddenly exclaimed, quickly lowered his voice, tugged at Mo Xuan's sleeve, and described what he saw to Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan's eyes were fixed, and he followed Rong Mo to the courtyard.

☆, Shaking the City ([-])

When Rong Mo was on the roof, he could already see the room where the "private soldiers" were hired. The candles in the room were brightly lit, and there were plenty of people.

But he was not in a hurry to check Zou Ming's troops, instead he was looking for a blacksmith room and a storage place for weapons.

Rong Mo covered half of his ears, trying to block out the louder cries of chickens, ducks and geese surrounding him.He frowned subconsciously, avoiding the dirt on the ground.

He has always been fond of cleanliness.