long old

Such an unclean scene, let alone a blind prince beside him.

For a while, Rong Mo became even more angry with Zou Ming.

Mo Xuan is out of sight, so he takes it calmly.

It was a pain for Rong Mo, who bothered to hold him, walked in front, and turned his head from time to time to check on his condition.

But Mo Xuan couldn't help covering his ears with his hands. He was blind, but his other senses were more acute, and his ears were even more sensitive.

Although he was disturbed by the shouts, he could clearly hear the sound of the blacksmith striking the iron, which was very loud.

Mo Xuan kicked his feet, and walked towards the guest room where the sound came from.

Although Rong Mo didn't know what he had discovered, he had full trust in Mo Xuan, holding his hand by the hem of his clothes, silently telling him to avoid the animals on the ground, and following his steps, he walked forward.

Stopping and walking along the way, Mo Xuan kept stopping to listen, to identify the movement around him, and to correct the direction of progress.

Finally, they stopped in front of a simple house.

Finally, Rong Mo could clearly hear the sound of the heavy hammer hitting the iron block, and Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's here."

Rong Mo looked at Mo Xuan's faint smile unconsciously, and subconsciously raised his brows and eyes.

Mo Xuan gave him a wink, Rong Mo nodded knowingly, led Mo Xuan away, and went around to the warehouse door behind the blacksmith room.

Rong Mo pushed open the door of the warehouse, and the moonlight shone into the dark warehouse together.

Rong Mo was blinded by the light reflected by the armor, so he had to cover it with his hands.

Mo Xuan also frowned uncomfortably, but fortunately he was blind and didn't feel as uncomfortable as Rong Mo, so he stepped into the warehouse alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the threshold, the wall suddenly jumped out of several square-sized hidden compartments, and densely packed arrows emerged from the hidden compartments.

Rong Mo could see clearly from outside the house, his complexion was pale, and he was about to sound a reminder.

Mo Xuan turned around nimbly, dodging the arrows rushing from all directions as light as a swallow, and took a few by the way for research.

He has always been a person who lives by instinct, a person who lives in darkness, and his other senses are relatively sensitive.

Mo Xuan's two masters had figured out that he must have this calamity since he was a child.

Therefore, he has been training him to practice martial arts blindfolded since he was a child, and to compete with them.

Zhi Sheng Huo Shi was used to wandering in the rivers and lakes, so he was ruthless and merciless in his attacks, and he was not afraid to use insidious methods, and he would not stop until he was covered with scars.

Huoshi healed his wounds, and continued the unfair competition the next day, which was also unequivocal.

Mo Xuan didn't understand the thoughts of the two tutors, so he had to follow them to exercise, and he would inevitably feel aggrieved.

But he can't cry to anyone, and he doesn't allow himself to be that weak.

Although his mother forced him to practice dancing and do all kinds of things that a man should not do since he was a child, she was the one who hated him crying the most, and he didn't dare to cry.

The emperor is busy with government affairs, and he will not often interfere with the teaching of life and death.

The two Taifus were even more worried, they only wanted him to learn the martial arts they taught as soon as possible.

He is only a child of six or seven years old, but Mo Xuan has long been used to keeping all blood, tears and grievances in his heart.

No, I was stunned.How could I suddenly think of this, probably because I opened my heart to that person a little bit, and I started thinking about telling him everything, and put everything down.

Mo Xuan shook his head, his cheek was almost cut by a wooden arrow coming from the side.

Startled, he stretched out his hand to take the arrow, but what touched his fingertips was tenderness.

Rong Mo smiled and said, "Ziqing, it's over."

Mo Xuan was taken aback, then let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Yes. It's over."

He was no longer the child who was full of grievances and had nowhere to tell.He's fared much better than everyone else.He has always been content, content with the status quo.

Mo Xuan has fought hard twice in his life, and that is now.

Mo Xuan: "What's going on in the house?"

Rong Mo has long fondled those well-made equipment, and he didn't bother to count them. He just glanced around at the armor and shields placed in the room, and saw a few black leather cannons.

However, just one or two, just for a while.

Rong Mo collected his mind and read in a low voice: "Fifty, sixty, thirty, two."

Fifty suits of armor, sixty shields, thirty bows and arrows, and two cannons.

Not many, but it is also "slow work and meticulous work", which can match the configuration of the imperial court.

Coupled with the number of missing blacksmiths that he had learned from the store before, if they had come a few days later, Zou Ming would have been able to form an excellent army.

Mo Xuan's face was solemn, obviously thinking of this, but he also thought of another thing.

He and Rong Mo looked at each other, and Mo Xuan's voice was hoarse and dry: "If he wants to rebel, how can those foreigners who came captive be willing to fight for him?"

Rong Mo pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Money, power, or life."

Mo Xuan: "They have a lot of people, if they want to resist, it is definitely not impossible."

Rong Mo thought for a moment, and suddenly he was blessed: "You said, if they go out to survive, there is a possibility that they will take their families with them..."

The coldness in Mo Xuan's eyes became more and more intense, and he silently said the two words that stayed between his lips, but he didn't speak for a long time.

"Shameless." Rong Mo snorted coldly, counting it as an excuse for Mo Xuan.

Rong Mo calmed down, caring about Mo Xuan who was beside him, he didn't dare to say the vulgar words that Bai Chen taught.

Even talking about people who don't care about their image, they can't say it in front of the person they like.

Mo Xuan rubbed his eyebrows, subconsciously frowned.He already has a little lines, and Rong Mo is a little irritable for no reason.

Rong Mo pulled his hand away and tugged at his eyebrows, which turned into a crescent shape.

Rong Mo opened his mouth with some resentment: "Don't frown. A beauty frowns to attract pity. If Ziqing only allows me to show pity, I will agree. But it will inevitably... feel distressed."

His light two words fell on Mo Xuan's heart, and he pulled it without pain, the tip of his heart was so soft that it was about to drip.

The tips of Rong Mo's ears were almost red, making him feel uncomfortably hot.

He rubbed his hot cheeks, and changed the subject bluntly: "Where should we go to check next, forging the iron room or meeting those private soldiers?"

Mo Xuan said hoarsely: "Private soldiers."

Rong Mo turned around, his hands and feet stiffened, and he walked towards the door, preparing to walk to the wing where the private soldiers rested, which he had already figured out before.

Mo Xuan took his hand, hugged him into his arms, groped for his face, and kissed him involuntarily.

Rong Mo was taken aback, and his lips were bitten by him, which smelled of rust.

He subconsciously stuck out his tongue, and happened to hit the corner of Mo Xuan's lips.

Rong Mo simply turned against the guest, lightly pressed the man's shoulder, wrapped him in his arms, pressed against the wall, and his tongue followed the trend.

Rong Mo didn't let him go until he swept away the body fluid from his lips.

He caressed Mo Xuan's slightly swollen lips, his eyes gradually darkened, until he pinched his pale lips into a healthy red before giving up.

Rong Mo's eyebrows were curved, his peach blossom eyes were surprisingly bright, and he said, "Thank you for the hospitality."

The corners of Mo Xuan's eyes were red, as if glazed over. Hearing this, he stared at him weakly, not fiercely, but plainly seductive.

Rong Mo was really afraid that if he didn't leave, he couldn't help but kiss him again, kissing him until his legs became weak, begging him for mercy, and then stop.

Why are you here to do business tonight?

With such a beautiful moonlight and the company of my sweetheart, why didn't I think of going to enjoy the moon?

With thousands of thoughts in Rong Mo's mind, he took Mo Xuan's hand, but walked quickly in the direction he was going in the direction he was going.

When he reached the door, Rong Mo stopped, took off his cloak, put it on Mo Xuan's shoulders, tied the rope again, and continued walking forward.

Mo Xuan was led forward steadily by him, with a smile in his eyes.

Rong Mo walked to a wing room with some dim lights, and then stopped his pace, and said in a deep voice, "We're here, do you want to go in directly?"

He turned his head and glanced at Mo Xuan behind him, his smile was as bright as a spring flower.

Rong Mo silently swallowed the next words.

This person, why does he grow up the way he likes?

No.Rong Mo smiled slightly, and took Xing Chen away, he is the one he likes.

It is clear that if you like this person, you will make the appearance you like the same as him.

Mo Xuan couldn't see Rong Mo's expression, so he still responded sternly: "No need. Don't startle the snake, just wait and see at the door."

Rong Mo led him, walked forward lightly, listening to the movement in the room:

"If you want me to say, we should unite and resist, kill that ignorant Zou Ming, and then snatch our wife and child back."

It was spoken by a rough male voice, they seemed to be drinking, and the sound of them sipping from the bottle could be clearly heard.

Followed by a young voice, with lingering melancholy: "But what should we do? We don't know where those villains hid our relatives, and, although we practice martial arts every day, we are ready to go out and kill the enemy , but we also don't know where the weapons are."

"That bastard raised those livestock everywhere, and set up more than a dozen blacksmith rooms. Who knows, where are those weapons?" A gentle voice sounded.

Through the projection of the window, Rong Mo did a rough calculation, and there were roughly 22 three people.

However, as soon as his eyes turned cold, there were more than a dozen blacksmiths, which meant two possibilities:

[-]. The part they saw just now is the place where the real weapon is hidden. This is a blessing in misfortune.

Bump to find real stock.

[-]. That's just the tip of the iceberg, and the dozen or so blacksmith rooms are not empty.Although this is pessimistic, it is the most likely.

Well, according to the inventory estimate just now, their reserves can already be equivalent to a small army.

Rong Mo frowned, they came too late.

Thinking of the relief | disaster | food that had been robbed long ago, Rong Mo couldn't help frowning.

Rong Mo suddenly remembered something, subconsciously stretched his eyebrows, and glanced at Mo Xuan guilty.

He also had a serious face, and Rong Mo suddenly had some headaches.

As we all know, once His Royal Highness feels bad, he starts thinking about making others feel bad too.

Rong Mo took off his coat, put it on Mo Xuan's shoulders carefully, and asked, "Ziqing, are you tired?"

Mo Xuan is helpless, he is not so delicate, but he also knows his temper, he must ask for something from himself, and he feels bad

Opened up.

Mo Xuan tried many methods, and tried for a long time, but he never let him get rid of this obstinacy, so he simply gave up.

It's a big deal, just watch him for the rest of his life, and he won't cause too much trouble.

Therefore, Mo Xuan just asked bluntly: "What's the matter?"

Rong Mo took his hand and whispered something into his ear.

Mo Xuan was startled, helplessly supported his forehead, and could only nod in agreement.After all, it can't be called a bad thing.

Moreover, it can also add some embarrassment to Zou Ming.For this reason, he is also willing to do it.

Zou Ming fooled the people of the whole city and the court, it was too smooth sailing.

You have to suffer a little before you know when enough is enough.

In the early morning of the next day, Wei Yan stepped out of the inn habitually, preparing to continue collecting information as usual, but saw that the people around him who were originally worried, had recently put on a happy face without exception.

The owner of the inn chatted with the owner of the bun shop in a great mood: "Have you received it too?"

"Yes, as soon as I went out this morning, I saw that bag of rice. This is great, and the whole family can survive for another week." The man's eyes were full of joy, which made Wei Yan's heart feel astringent. He wanted to pull that dog official out and behead him in public to relieve his hatred.

The proprietress also happily agreed: "That's not true. It must be that when I worshiped the Bodhisattva a few days ago, the Bodhisattva appeared after hearing my prayer."

Wei Yan heard more and more wrong, looked up at the wall of the alley beside him, there was no arrest warrant on the pillars.

At the same time, the city lord's mansion received a jade pendant and an extremely flamboyant letter.

The city lord, Zou Ming, listened to his subordinates report on the stolen rice from the warehouse last night, crushed the letter paper in his hand, his face turned pale.

☆, Shaking the City (Twelve)

"It's just nonsense!" Wei Yan heard that Rong Mo told them about their experience in the City Lord's Mansion last night, and couldn't help picking up the porcelain cup filled with water on the table in frustration, and threw it to the ground.

With a bang, the pieces of the porcelain cup were scattered all over the floor, and water splashed everywhere.

Rong Mo first turned his head and glanced at Mo Xuan who was safe and sound, then slowly wiped away the water stains on the shoes, then stretched out his hand to persuade the boy who came up to check the situation, and then asked casually: "The things I do endanger the common people Yet?"

Wei Yan was taken aback, and said in a low voice: "...No, on the contrary, it helped them get through a difficult time."

Rong Mo put the towel aside, and then asked, "Has Gu revealed his identity?"

Wei Yan: "No." He hesitated for a while, and then revised his wording: "There is no news from the City Lord's Mansion yet."

Rong Mo nodded, and analyzed for Wei Yan: "Gu just sent the passing jade card in the palace to the city lord's mansion, which is the jade card that ordinary seventh-rank officials in the court have, which is enough to deter him and make him feel at ease. Chaos, without revealing Gu's identity."

"Besides, doesn't he like food? It's no big deal to just evacuate his warehouse."

Wei Yan turned pale with shock: "Evacuated?"

Rong Mo thought for a moment, and then added: "That was the original plan, but Ziqing stopped me, so I gave up. Right, Ziqing?"

Mo Xuan pretended not to notice that Rong Mo quietly reached out, wanted to hold his hand, and explained: "Although the crime is death, it is not up to me, and it is against God's will to impose punishment without authorization."

Hearing this, Wei Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Seventh Prince is more stable, otherwise the loss outweighs the gain.

Rong Mo bent his peach-blossom eyes, and added lightly: "However, it's almost the same. I guess I can last for seven days."

Wei Yan rubbed the center of his brows heavily, and looked eagerly at the only four teacups left on the table.

Seeing his expression, Bai Chen immediately moved the few teacups and plates that survived the disaster back heavily.

With a bang, another teacup was poured.

Seeing this, Bai Chen quickly helped him up.

Rong Mo raised his head, glanced at Bai Chen, took the teapot on the table, poured tea into the cup, and handed the teacup to Mo Xuan.

Rong Mo: "It's getting cold, drink a cup of tea to warm up your body."

Mo Xuan smiled, took the teacup, and hugged it in his arms without drinking, but he had already experienced the fragrance of tea.

Rong Mo just stared at him like that until he drank his tea and his pale face turned a little rosy before looking at Wei Yan.

Rong Mo thought for a moment, and added another sentence as if waking up from a dream: "Oh, that's right. Gu also sent them a letter."

Wei Yan's heart rose to his throat again, and he asked dryly, "What did you write?"

Rong Mo thought hard, searched for a while, and then replied hesitantly: "I'm not sure, the general idea is: 'Repent your sins, you will receive the punishment you deserve' and the like, without wording that reveals your identity, sign your name It's 'Jiangyang Thief'."

In fact, Rong Mo was sitting on a chair at the time, and when he wrote this letter, he originally intended to sign it as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Couple of the Jianghu".

But when he looked up and saw Mo Xuan lying on the bed, obviously very tired, waiting for him to sleep together, Rong Mo suddenly couldn't bear it.

After all, people have thin skins.

Therefore, Rong Mo gave up his small thoughts and wrote down those four big characters seriously.

There is no need to show off his happiness to others, he always wants his own.

It is enough to tell him those lingering words.

Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, chewed Rong Mo's words three or four times over and over again, and after confirming that there was no risk of exposure, he pushed open the door wearily, planning to go back to sleep again.

This morning, he was quite frightened.

It's an old bone, and I can't stand such a toss.

Seeing that Wei Yan walked away with a relaxed and exhausted face, Bai Chen put his cup in order, and prepared to leave like Wei Yan.

He got up, pushed open the door, and was about to go back to his room.

But Rong Mo suddenly stopped him: "Wait, I have something to order."

Bai Chen stopped and looked at Rong Mo in confusion.

Rong Mo waved to him, and Bai Chen obediently walked in front of him.

Rong Mo clung to his ear and whispered two orders.

Bai Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, after thinking for a while, he seemed to make up his mind, nodded heavily, walked out of the inn, and walked out of the city.

After listening to the whole process, Mo Xuan couldn't help asking hesitantly: "Are you sure?"

Rong Mo took his hand with a smile, and rarely defended Bai Chen: "Although he is unreliable, he is still very capable of handling things. Besides, there are still people who will take care of him."

follow him. "

He was so sure, Mo Xuan couldn't say anything, so he could only wait for the good news with Rong Mo who was full of confidence.

After seven days, Bai Chen still hasn't come back.

Rong Mo, who knew what was going on, could drink tea with the worried Mo Xuan calmly, and comfort each other by the way.

But Wei Yan, who has always been a partner with Bai Chen, can't handle the work of two people alone.

At first, Wei Yan was quite happy.

After all, without Bai Chen's noisy voice beside him, it's much quieter, and it's easier to concentrate.

But in the next few days, he couldn't take it anymore.It's obviously a fantasy to want to be so energetic at a lot of age.

After working today, Wei Yan was miserable, and couldn't bear his temper, so he came to Rong Mo, who was supposed to be Bai Chen's boss, to inquire about the situation.

Wei Yan couldn't help but pushed open the door of Rong Mo's guest room, and shouted angrily: "His Royal Highness, let me ask for..." to say.

Halfway through his speech, when he saw the scene in the room, his voice stopped abruptly.

Rong Mo just woke up, and he curled up into a ball, lying behind Mo Xuan's back.

Mo Xuan's front shirt was loosely torn in half, and the clothes were full of artificial wrinkles.

Rong Mo hangs a hand on his chest.

Wei Yan couldn't help blushing, and hurriedly backed out.

Rong Mo turned his face to the side, kissed Mo Xuan's cheek, adjusted his clothes again, and forced him to put on another dress.

Only then did Rong Mo greet Wei Yan, who was standing outside the door, not daring to move: "Master Wei, come in."

Wei Yan covered his eyes, looked out from between his fingers, and sat down on the chair with confidence after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Rong Mo combed Mo Xuan's hair, and asked nonchalantly: "What's the matter, why should we bother Mr. Wei to go there?"

Wei Yan couldn't see him being so undisciplined, as if he despised everything, but because of his status, he couldn't reprimand him at will, so he suppressed his anger and asked, "His Royal Highness, can you tell me where Bai Chen is?"

His question already confirmed that Rong Mo knew about Bai Chen's whereabouts.

Rong Mo didn't intend to hide it from him, but the big fish he wanted to catch hadn't entered the game yet, so he could only remain silent.

Rong Mo could only say a few words vaguely: "Gu entrusted him with a task, and he left. Don't worry, it won't endanger your life."

Hearing this, Wei Yan had a slightly worse impression of him, and glared at him sullenly.

Rong Mo put on a crown for Mo Xuan indifferently, humming a ditty to himself.

Wen Han pushed the door open and entered, seeing their increasingly tense atmosphere, saluted in a panic, sat down beside him, and said weakly: "Your Highness, my lord, I have something to report."

Rong Mo tied up his hair neatly, and said, "Say."

Wen Han: "Master Shan, you're back."

Rong Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise, it seemed that his guess was wrong.Also, with Shan Fan's skill, which bandit can kidnap him, but the task assigned is still quite valuable.

Rong Mo got off the bed and said, "If he is not injured, tell him to come and see Gu quickly."

Wen Han hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Master Shan, you are already waiting at the door."

After finishing speaking, he stood outside the door and simply tore off the pimples on his face.

Rong Mo glanced at Wei Yan who was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and couldn't help laughing.

Wen Han walked out of the door silently, Shan Fan's move was completely whim, and there was no special purpose, it was purely for fun.

The other is to prepare for the mission of His Royal Highness, and Wei Yan's vigor.

Who told him that he could not understand the prince, and even turned his face at him.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not favored in the early years, he was also the one whom the East Palace protected.

But as soon as he was placed in the court, he was considered by those old fritters as a brat.

Why are people from the East Palace being bullied?

Rong Mo: "Shan Fan, what's the result?"

Shan Fan restrained his frolicking thoughts, knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands together, and said, "This trip has been very fruitful. Not only have we found out the movement and location of the nearby cottages, but we have also successfully found the robbery cottage. .”

"It's just that there is not much food left in the village. After the robbery, they seem to have sent the food to the other two hills for free. I weighed it roughly, and there were only five thousand dans left. This is a combination of three. Surplus food from a cottage."

Wen Han listened with a confused expression, silently clenched his fists.This seems to be something that person would do, if it were him, he would also do it.

It's a pity that I don't know people clearly.

Wen Han couldn't tell whether it was sad or sad to think about it.

Rong Mo: "He really values ​​friendship."

He snorted coldly and said inexplicably.

"There are at least two or three thousand households in Zhaoyuan City. Even in the case of famine, there are one or two thousand households. Five thousand dans of grain can only last for two months at most. I don't know if they can last the next year. Early spring."

Before Rong Mo could speak, Wen Han spoke first, analyzing the situation for them.

Rong Mo nodded and gave Wen Han an appreciative glance.In terms of understanding the situation in Zhaoyuan City, it is true that only the local Wen Han can be proficient.

Rong Mo: "Not bad. But there is still food left in the City Lord's Mansion."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Yan blurted out in disbelief: "How is it possible? Didn't you say 'evacuated'?"

Rong Mo: "I lied to you."

His expression was extremely innocent, as if the sly smile of the previous few days had never appeared on his face.

Rong Mo: "What's more, like the seven days Gu said, it doesn't refer to the city lord's mansion for seven days, but the whole city. February and one week, is it enough to last until the snow melts?"

Wen Han's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "It's enough, definitely enough."

Wei Yan still didn't lose his mind, and grasped the key point keenly: "No, Your Highness, how do you make those bandits willingly hand over the surplus food. Zou Ming's personality can't, it's impossible to hand over the food. "

Rong Mo had already anticipated this, and said mysteriously, "This is Bai Chen's task. Let's go, the time has come."

Rong Mo got up, took Mo Xuan who had been silent all this time, and walked outside.

Mo Xuan was the only one in his plan, who knew his layout, never interfered, and was even willing to mess around with him.

He never had any opinions or criticisms, just supported and trusted him unconditionally.

In this way, it was very good.

But Rong Mo felt empty in his heart for no reason, probably because the other party has always been so obedient, which made him feel that the other party didn't care about him, and he was no different from others.

Rong Mo thought so angrily, and gradually loosened his grip on Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan frowned, then stretched quickly, but pulled him even harder, hugged Rong Mo with his backhand, and kissed his forehead: "Great job."

Rong Mo's grievances were swept away, and he pulled him and walked forward with all his might.

An hour later, on the outskirts of Zhaoyuan City——

Rong Mo squinted his eyes and pushed open the fence gate of the Heishan cottage.

Rong Mo: "Where is the village master? Come out and see Gu."

☆, shake the city ([-])

Before Rong Mo finished speaking, a man walked out of the village, his face was yellow and thin, his clothes were worn out, and his small face was full of horror.

Panting, he ran up to Rong Mo, pointed at Rong Mo, and shouted, "Where are the thieves who dare to go to Heishanzhai to make trouble?"

Rong Mo frowned in dissatisfaction. He has always disliked talking nonsense and dealing with too many irrelevant people when he was doing business, especially the brats who couldn't figure out the situation.

He moved his lips and was about to speak when Shan Fan, who had been silently observing the situation behind him, quickly covered Rong Mo's mouth and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

As Shan Fan said, he winked at Wen Han.

Wen Han understood, and hurried forward to salute: "Little brother, we are the people from Zhaoyuan City. There is a severe famine in the city, and the city owner is profiting from it. We really can't continue to live, and we happened to hear that although the owner of Heishan Village is a bandit, But he is a chivalrous person who is also a thief, so we came here specially. I don’t know, where is the village master?"

As Wen Han spoke, he suppressed his feelings that were about to become irrepressible.

Since the kid survived, he'll be fine, too.

Hearing his explanation, the young man's expression softened.

However, it quickly turned into deep sorrow.

Seeing this, Wen Han tentatively asked: "Little brother, I see that your complexion is not very good. Is there any major change that made the cottage so desolate?"

The child curled his lips and sniffled when he heard the words, tears were about to fall.

Wen Han also panicked, hurriedly took out the handkerchief, stuffed it into the boy's hand, and said softly: "Don't cry, I have never coaxed anyone. I don't know what to do when you cry like this. In short, you Don't cry yet."

The boy took a handkerchief, wiped his tears, and blew his nose loudly.

Rong Mo didn't even bother to wrinkle his brows, he turned around to protect Mo Xuan, and was about to dodge far away, leaving this troublesome matter to Wen Han.

As a result, as soon as he took a step, Shan Fan, Wen Han and Mo Xuan grabbed him at the same time, forcing Rong Mo to stop and stay where he was.

Rong Mo curled his lips and stayed where he was wronged.

Mo Xuan rubbed the top of his hair, and took his hand actively.

Rong Mo smiled happily, and patiently stood not far away to observe the situation.

Under Wen Han's careful comfort, the young man finally began to narrate with sobs: "A dozen days ago, our village master led our brothers down the mountain, robbed a caravan, and obtained thousands of dans of food.

"Several brothers were drinking happily. The owner of the village is getting older and his heart has softened a lot. Thinking of the other two villages, he divided half of our food and gave it to Qingfeng Village and Langqing Village.

"As a result, wow..." he was halfway through.I couldn't help crying again.

Wen Han was coaxed again, and the little boy hiccupped and finished the next sentence after crying: "... He, they actually avenged their kindness, took advantage of the darkness, went to Heishan in the dark, and wiped out our entire village. brothers are killed.

"Only me, because I went up to the mountain to check the situation that day, I escaped unharmed."

Wen Han's face turned extremely pale in an instant, but he concealed it well.

When the boy was talking, Rong Mo had been observing his expression.

What he said was very sincere, and crying didn't seem like a joke. As for what was going on in his heart, Rong Mo didn't know, and he couldn't come up with too many reliable judgments.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly made a decision in his heart: trust his words for the time being, and wait and see what happens.

A person, as long as he is still a person.Then, he can't, and it's impossible for him to indulge in the role he plays all the time, and he will always show his due flaws inadvertently.

This is what Rong Mo has always believed in. As a hunter who has been watching coldly, the best time to start is when he shows his flaws.

Rong Mo stepped forward, tugged Wen Han's sleeve lightly, and said, "You should step back first. I will discuss with him until I get a satisfactory answer."

"... Even if he is not satisfied, at least it will be a satisfactory answer."

He said the last sentence very softly, and Wen Han didn't hear it clearly.

Only Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows vaguely when he finished speaking, and then returned to his calm and calm face.

Rong Mo grabbed the boy's sleeve, dragged him aside, and began to interrogate: "What is your name?"

Boy: "Shao Yan."

Rong Mo: "Are you a bandit from Heifeng Village?"

Shao Yan waved his hands in a panic, but nodded hesitantly: "Yes, my father and mother are bandits. I was born in a village. Although the owner of the village has no children, he treats me like his own children. But now... "..."

He said, about to start wiping tears again.

Rong Mo stretched out his hand as a sign of "stop".

Seeing this familiar movement, Shao Yan subconsciously stopped sobbing.

Satisfied with his obedience, Rong Mo couldn't help but nodded, and continued to ask: "What did you go down the mountain that day?"

Without hesitation, Shao Yan recalled clearly: "That day, the village owner ordered me to go down the mountain to buy because the condiments in the village were running low and he heard that the shops in Zhaoyuan City had reopened.

"It was noon that day, after lunch, I left while the sun was high."

Rong Mo: "How far is Heishanzhai from Zhaoyuan City, and when did you come back?"

Shao Yan: "The journey is only three incense sticks away. After I purchased the necessities in the city, I also bought floral cloth and wooden hairpins for Aniang and the sister-in-law in the village. I specially picked pear wood and silk brocade to make them. Because of the cold weather, I added a leather jacket.

"When I went back, it was probably late. I thought that my mother would be happy, but it turned out..."

He tried his best to restrain his surging emotions, but he still couldn't help but want to cry.

When he first left, his parents were still full of vitality.

Father was smoking a pipe, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, telling him not to be playful and come back earlier.

A Niang and several sister-in-laws were doing rough needlework, carefully tidying up his wrinkles, and told him: "Be careful on the road, don't be nervous when you meet bandits from other villages. Beat them if you can. Run away if you can't fight, and your parents will avenge you."

The village owner and several other brothers who had a good relationship were still teasing him: "Gua Wazi, it's the first time you go down the mountain, don't be seduced by those flower girls and forget about the serious business."

While agreeing, he blushed at what they said, and retorted shyly, "No way!"

He made faces at them, and bounded down the hill.

Who would have thought that when he came back, he would see a barren and a sea of ​​blood.

Those tough men who were old and unruly when they left, those sister-in-laws who were not graceful but very gossiping, had already turned into bloody, mangled corpses.

How can this be acceptable?

His brain didn't have time to react at all, it was just blank.

In just one afternoon, he only had one cottage left that he knew had been evacuated without checking.

It's not that Shao Yan hasn't seen the open and secret fights between bandits before, and they are ruthless.

The only thing he never thought was that the matter of repaying grievances with kindness would come so quickly.

But how could he alone, single-handedly, be able to beat those old fritters licking blood on the tip of their knives?

He had no choice but to endure, wait for the right time, and kill him with a single blow.

Fortunately, when the village owner was robbing, he thought about whether people in other cottages would persecute them because of jealousy.

Therefore, a part of the grain was specially stored in the cellar, and only he and Dad had the key.

So, enduring the pain, he found the pile of grain.

It took another two or three days to piece together their remains, gather them in a pit outside the city, and set them on fire.

As the fire intensified, he filled the pit with soil from the top of the pit.

In order not to expose his whereabouts, he had to do so.

This is the only thing Shao Yan can do.

But instead of burying the corpses of his parents and the village owner, he burned them to ashes and scattered them around the village.

In the next few days, Shao Yan recharged his energy and increased the intensity of his exercise.

He was a good young man who practiced martial arts, but the owner of the village didn't dare to let him practice too much because of his young age.

Now that the village master is gone, he doesn't have so many constraints.

Isn't that good?

In just a few days, his martial arts improved a lot.

Although it still cannot completely wipe out the enemy, it is enough.

"It's cheaper for them to die one, and if you kill two people, you can also earn one. It's not a loss." This is what Dad often said, but unexpectedly,