long old

Tight, I soon found evidence for my conjecture: Although the Shengsi Gate is located at the second corner of Chang'an, the Si Gate is located at the end of the city, with mixed fish and dragons and complicated terrain.

Most importantly, Simen has been in disrepair for a long time, and homeless refugees have gathered for a long time.

And, not far away is the Qiyang Palace. If you break through here, it is equivalent to occupying the most important center in the city.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan didn't dare to stop, and quickly rushed to the city wall of Simen.

The surrounding area of ​​Simen has long been turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the bustling market in the past has been burned to the ground due to the flames of war, leaving only one dilapidated ruin.

A few beggars sneaked their heads out from a corner of the city wall, carefully avoiding the boulders thrown from the sky from time to time, mixed with the pursuit of Mars.

The oldest among them is only fourteen or five years old, and the youngest is only three or four years old.

A few half-grown children were dressed in shabby clothes, with big terrified eyes, running around like frightened chicks.

Several disabled soldiers were forcibly sent back from the battlefield, and several comrades in arms were all wounded. They supported each other and walked forward, calling out "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" from time to time.

Mo Xuan suddenly couldn't adapt. Although he was also covered in blood, compared with them, he seemed out of place.

They walked forward slowly, and when they passed by Mo Xuan, they inevitably had some strange eyes.

No matter how miserable he is, Mo Xuan looks as radiant as he looks.At first glance, they look like two hostile countries, one is the winner and the other is the loser.

Mo Xuan rushed forward without hesitation.At that moment, he had no distracting thoughts, only thinking about one person: Rong Mo, the little prince, Your Highness.

He didn't go to reinforce him, he just wanted to meet him, and then, the two came back intact.

I have never been just for you, but for myself first, and my best interest is: to bring you back.

"Ziqing, stop immediately and stay where you are." The young man's voice seemed to come from the far east, his voice was hoarse and exhausted, but it was like a magic spell, nailing Mo Xuan in place.

As soon as Rong Mo turned his head, he saw Mo Xuan's figure.And his first reaction was panic, not ecstasy, just because he was very embarrassed now, and he didn't want him to see himself in such a mess.

"General?" The soldiers following behind couldn't help asking.

Mo Xuan was startled, but when he turned around, he was no longer in a daze.

Mo Xuan: "The whole army lined up immediately, and divided into two teams to outflank and reinforce His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Mo Ziqing!" Rong Mo immediately echoed angrily.

Mo Xuan ignored him, he had expressed his meaning clearly enough, if Rong Mo didn't want him to meet him in a private capacity, then he would simply find a fair reason to meet him.

I'm not here to meet you, just to be your support, whether you need it or not.

There was already the sound of gold ringing on the tower, and Mo Xuan walked forward slowly with Rong Mo on his back.

The wound on his face had already been scarred, and the blood had already dried up and turned dark red.

Rong Mo leaned on his back, frowning slightly, his leg was stabbed, probably hurt the tendons and bone marrow, now the bleeding is not stop, it may be more serious.

After all, it was You Nian's handwriting, so it's hard not to make Rong Mo not think of evil.And he was very sleepy now, it seemed that all the exhaustion he had accumulated from before was welling up in his heart.

Vaguely, Rong Mo squinted his eyes halfway, and caught a glimpse of a white pigeon whose beak was tied up with a thin thread, and immediately stretched out his hand, letting it rest on his hand.Sleepiness immediately woke up halfway.

So, he struggled to get up and said softly, "Ziqing, let me down."

Mo Xuan didn't make a sound, and wrapped his elbows around him even harder.

"Ziqing, are you pitying me?" After Rong Mo finished speaking expressionlessly, Mo Xuan's hand visibly loosened.

Rong Mo jumped down on his shoulder.

The two walked back supporting each other.

The two returned to the East Palace, and after tossing and tossing for half a night, Mo Xuan still pleaded with him on the grounds that "tomorrow he will get up early for military training".

Rong Mo carried him who was half asleep and half awake, and walked back to the Eastern Palace bedroom.

Mo Xuan asked a question vaguely, but he didn't catch it clearly, "Huh?"

Mo Xuan simply groped, took his hand, and slowly wrote on it: "Are you willing to always trust me?"

Rong Mo blinked and said, "I can't guarantee it, but I will always love you more than now."

I may not particularly trust you, but I do love you deeply, which is not a paradox in itself.

Mo Xuan moved his lips, but he just yawned and lay contentedly on the bed.

He knew that Rong Mo was hiding it from him again, but it didn't matter.I had never been honest with him.

It’s okay if we love each other and don’t believe it.

Rong Mo waited for him to fall asleep, then put on his clothes and got up, opened the letter hidden in his sleeve, read it carefully, and threw it into the charcoal basin at the entrance of the palace without hesitation.

When he turned around, he saw the abyss, but he had to jump down.

The author has something to say: I have to make up lessons in the next few weeks, so I may not be able to update it, so I can only follow the fate.

Our school's make-up class time is different from other schools in the same area, which is very annoying.

☆, waves (nine)

Two days later, it was still in the Qianqing Palace——Yu Liang was pacing in front of the table with a solemn expression, and let out a few long and short sighs like howling from time to time, which made the despondent situation even more depressing at the moment.

But it's no wonder that he, these past few days, the city has been turbulent without stopping for a moment, fighting openly and secretly, the soldiers are already exhausted, and the military reserves are already close to running out of ammunition, but the previously agreed reinforcements have been missing for a long time.

Except for the daily fixed food supply, the rest of the people in the city have already paid for the military pay, but it still cannot completely solve the problem of food and clothing.

The soldiers suffered countless casualties, and although there was an endless stream of enthusiastic civilians recruiting into the army every day, the supply was still insufficient.

What's more, the soldiers' equipment is now almost worn out and damaged, and the craftsmen in the city can only rely on day and night to fill in the gaps, and they have just stepped on the passing line.But there are also thousands of patrolmen who cannot be equipped with uniforms and swords.

Jiang Qing silently poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it with grinning teeth.He's been too anxious recently, and he's so anxious that he has a few blisters and a few gray hairs.

Yu Liang stopped, as if he had made up his mind, and shouted decisively: "Forget it, I don't want to lose face. I have a solution to the problem of insufficient equipment."

Jiang Qing put down his tea and said helplessly, "The solution is indeed in front of us, but who has the heart to say these things to them?"

Rong Mo: "Where can it be called 'can't bear the heart', it's just for the long-term victory, and I have to do it."

Yu Liang put down his fist that was about to pound the table in a daze, and said in a daze, "Have you all guessed it? Don't tell me I'm the only one who doesn't know?"

Jiang Qing: "This still needs to be guessed? Isn't it obvious?"

Yu Liang reluctantly looked at the Seventh Prince who had never spoken, but saw that he was already holding a pen and doing calculations on the rice paper beside him.

Yu Liang was about to defend himself, but Rong Mo sneered: "Heh, now that things have come to an end, General Yu is still afraid that if he does this, his virtue will be damaged? The soldiers who died on the battlefield are all heroic souls. If you know After I die, I can still benefit other countries and the people of my own country, and I will be gratified."

"Leaving aside our former names, if we can't win, then when we write history books, we will only say that we were foolish and loyal to Zhiguo, so we didn't dare to be loyal and filial, and we ended up in such a situation. It's just pathetic."

"General Yu, is this what you want?"

Yu Liang shook his head and said, "Of course not..."

Rong Mo stubbornly took the conversation away, and simply asked: "That's good. Now, it's just a one-sentence matter: to do or not to do it? Is it like dying honorably and being respected by all people; or living long live and earning enough money?" Book?"

Yu Liang didn't even need to calculate, he knew which one was more beneficial to him, and immediately replied: "Do it, you must do it. However, the emperor may not be able to explain it..."

Seeing his hesitation, Rong Mo smiled slyly and nonchalantly: "Then why do you have to say it? What's more, if the emperor loses this battle, he will no longer be the emperor. He can't take care of himself, how could he?" Do you want to pay attention to how beautiful the tactics are? It’s better to fight first and then play, after winning this game.”

Yu Liang was stunned, no matter how much rebelliousness there was in these words, he just patted Rong Mo on the back boldly: "Okay, then do as His Highness the Crown Prince said. His Highness the Crown Prince has a stronger character than our old soldiers. The deep-fried dough stick is even more treacherous and cunning. I, Yu Liang, have been rich and prosperous all my life, and it is on your shoulders."

When Yu Liang shook hands with Rong Mo friendly, Mo Xuan suddenly raised his head and took a deep look at Rong Mo.Normally, the pupils of the eyes that are usually white and black are very deep and bright at this moment.

Rong Mo's tone seemed to have never considered: If he loses this battle, he will no longer be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

He didn't care, so he stayed out of it.

In the early morning of the second day, in the training ground——Mo Xuan stood by the side of the team and accompanied him to run. Although many people said that he was so impolite, he still liked the appearance of advancing and retreating with the soldiers, as if he really and they come from a world.It makes him feel like he belongs.

After roughly twenty laps of jogging around the field, Mo Xuan stopped slowly. Although the soldiers didn't understand why, they still stopped consciously following him.

Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, gradually calmed down his breathing rhythm, and walked towards the front of the team.

The subordinates stood still and watched him walk slowly.

Mo Xuan stared at everyone present majesticly with his expressionless eyes, and slowly talked about the discussion with several generals yesterday.

After hearing Mo Xuan's plan, the army was in an uproar.

Everyone glanced at each other depressingly, as if they were trying to make sure if they had heard it wrong, but seeing the unbelievable expressions of you and myself, they realized that what they heard was indeed beyond doubt.

So, they turned their heads in unison again, and looked at the Seventh Prince.

Mo Xuan also had no choice but to agree with Rong Mo's statement. He selfishly did not want his soldiers to suffer such humiliation, but it was only forced by the overall situation.

This method is indeed a bit of a loss, but it is the only way anyway.

He also had no choice but to comfort them and said: "This is only a stopgap measure, and it will be canceled immediately when the reinforcements arrive. Everyone must feel uncomfortable and don't want to be so useless. It's just that you can win if you can bear the humiliation of this moment." Come win."

Although Mo Xuan spoke very euphemistically, he never gave others and himself a chance to defend himself or to propose other solutions.

The soldiers had no choice but to accept this "temporary" expedient measure. No matter how harshly scolded by later generations, they should not blame the public and cannot scold themselves.

In this world, all the things that you don't want to do but have to do, you can probably use this kind of reason to seek self-comfort, comfort yourself and others.

Soon it was afternoon, Mo Xuan tied up his riding boots, tied up his too long hair, took the perch beside him, and walked out of the mansion.

Lou Xun was sitting on a stone table beside him studying medicine, and when he saw him, he suddenly remembered something: "Seventh Prince, the guards and eunuchs at the gate of the mansion have all asked for leave."

Mo Xuan nodded nonchalantly. The current troubled times don't know when it will end. It's understandable to think about yourself and protect yourself wisely.

When Mo Xuan opened the door of the mansion, he was unavoidably a little bit surprised when he saw a crowd of people outside the mansion.

One of them walked out of the team and gave him a military salute with a solemn expression: "General, the enemy has made a surprise attack, please lead us to support quickly."

Mo Xuan was startled, but ignored the flash of surprise in his heart.

He lowered his eyes, whistled decisively, and the war horse came in response.

He jumped on his horse and followed the branch team to the city gate, asking the adjutant to find out the situation: "When did it happen?"

The adjutant is a kind-hearted, honest and gentle middle-aged man. After a little thought, he came up with the specific time: "Just after noon today, I received the news that the enemy invaded from Shengsi Gate, and that happened at [-]:[-] p.m. .”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help scolding the enemy: "Don't they all rest? How can people live like this?"

Mo Xuan didn't seem to hear it, he didn't respond to him like usual, and he didn't go along with him, instead he thought of another thing: "How did the enemy know that Shengsi Gate's defense is the weakest?"

They have people patrolling the city day and night on weekdays, deliberately creating the illusion that there are enough soldiers and horses.How can there be such a big fuss if it doesn't happen for a moment?

Could it be that Mo Xuan raised his head suddenly, an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes, then quickly lowered his head, clasping his palm firmly, forcing himself to calm down.

The residents of the city had already heard the news from the army, and they were nervously following the evacuation team and walking towards the shelter that had been prepared before.

This shelter was also one of the conditions that Yu Liang asked Rong Mo, so Rong Mo simply persuaded Rong Shu who hadn't come out for a few days: open up the previously idle palace to provide a place for the common people.

Anyway, the princes who lived here before have all been murdered, so there is no need to worry.

Although Rong Shu was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to agree.

"Whether a war is won or not, if it loses popular support, it is lost."

That's how Rong Mo advised at the time, as if he was very happy that the people's hearts were still there.

Because of this sentence, Rong Shu even set aside part of the national treasury's payment to allocate funds for this shelter.Yu Liang is naturally very satisfied.

Mo Xuan raised his whip, lashed the horse's butt, pinched the horse's leg again, and accelerated his speed.

Where is Rong Mo now? He has something to say, and he really wants to ask him, what does this sneak attack have to do with him?

If it is relevant, why should he take such painstaking consideration for our army, even spending material and financial resources to build a shelter, and spent a few days to find out all the secret passages of that palace for the common people to use?

This is simply paradoxical.

"General, please slow down, the team is about to lose track." The adjutant couldn't help shouting, Mo Xuan suddenly stopped his horse and slowed down his steps, waiting for them to catch up.

He laughed at himself again, forget it, or not to ask.

What Rong Mo said last night was already an answer.He doesn't trust himself, so why should he be so stubborn to ask for an answer, isn't it just humiliating himself?He can't do such a shameless thing.

Moreover, there was not enough time for Mo Xuan to continue thinking.

The gate of the city was right in front of him, and he erased this incident with one opening and one closing, no longer thinking about him, opened his eyes, and led the team, rushing forward.

The blood was burning, as if it had burned all internal organs, Mo Xuan couldn't tell the direction for a long time, and only focused on rushing forward.

For a moment, all he could hear was the wailing sound of the cold weapon piercing the heart, letting the blood flow.

One thought becomes eternity.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and gunpowder smoke, as if someone had used gunpowder.

No, Mo Xuan woke up suddenly, and after listening to the sound carefully, he realized that the sound of the cannon came from the enemy's camp.

How can it be?Mo Xuan opened his eyes in astonishment. Mo Qiuliang only messed with these things when he was alone in the cold palace and had nothing to do. Moreover, after he was "released after serving his sentence", he also secretly hid in the room of the palace. Continue to research and reform.

The only ones who knew the secrets were the few eunuchs and guards who kept guarding her at that time.Moreover, they followed her to the Seventh Prince's Mansion afterwards, and it seemed that they had no reason to betray him.

Mo Xuan suddenly remembered Lou Xun's words, and gritted his teeth silently.

Mo Xuan was thinking in a daze, but he didn't realize that there was a spark falling beside him.

The adjutant, who was fighting with the enemy not far away, caught a glimpse of this scene by chance, panicked, quickly eliminated the enemy in front of him, drove his horse, pushed aside the crowd, and ran towards Mo Xuan.

He took another look, fearing that the time would be too late, he simply gritted his teeth, ran forward, flew towards the Seventh Prince, and protected him behind him.

Mo Xuan didn't understand what it meant, and was about to push him away, but suddenly heard an explosion, and he understood the adjutant's deep meaning.

He was about to turn over, but the adjutant seemed to understand what he meant, and held him tightly, and for a moment, Mo Xuan couldn't move.

He said with tears: "You are the general, the backbone of this team..."

He choked up, and continued: "Say hello to my wife for me, just say that I will go first, and walk on Huangquan Road first, counting it as a way for her to explore, and tell her not to be sad. After waiting for her for a hundred years, I reunited with her."

The flames were reckless, and strong sound waves swept across Mo Xuan's eardrums, and the fragments cut through the flesh and blood of the adjutant, but he never groaned in pain.

People are made of skin and flesh, so soft, they would do this for an irrelevant person.

Even though he was protected by his adjutant, Mo Xuan's exposed skin was unavoidably broken by tiny fragments and gravel, and blood spilled out, which soon spread all over his body, full of tiny wounds.

Mo Xuan didn't feel the confinement on his body became lighter until the explosion was over.

"Ziqing!" Rong Mo came from afar, and when he saw the cannon fodder all over the place, he knew what had happened, and hurriedly pushed aside the corpse on his body.

"Don't!" Mo Xuan suddenly said in a hoarse voice, firmly holding down Rong Mo's hand.

Mo Xuan slowly opened the adjutant, closed his eyelids, and a team of attendants who followed said: "Bring this person back, so that he can have a proper burial, and notify the family of the deceased..."

Mo Xuan coughed lowly: "Allow half of the Seventh Prince's Mansion's expenditure this month to his wife."

Rong Mo never objected to his decision, and was even a bit afraid, what if no one protected him at that time?Isn't he the one who said that?

Startled, he clenched Mo Xuan's hand tightly.

The sound of the golden ringing had not yet sounded, and he looked up, only to find another group of menacing men and horses coming from a distance.

Rong Mo commanded the soldiers in an orderly manner. The soldiers looked at each other, and according to what had been discussed in advance, quickly "looted" the equipment of the dead on the battlefield, and began to charge again.

The author has something to say: I have opened a new article with the full text, and it is expected to be published in the summer vacation. It is a bit old-fashioned and suspenseful, but I actually like the character of the protagonist: looking for light in a desperate situation.

☆, waves (pick up)

This was the most violent attack ever.

Mo Xuan mechanically waved the long sword in his hand, the sharp blade cut through the neck of the enemy, throwing out a string of blood beads.

He couldn't see how tragic the battle was, he could only hear the screams around him one after another, and the roar of the armor falling from the horse.

The miserable neighing of the stray horses, the angry roars of the strong men, and the deafening drumming from the battlefield, the noisy sounds were superimposed and came like an endless stream.

It was too noisy, Mo Xuan frowned subconsciously, raised his sword and dropped it.

"Ziqing, you have to remember: if one day, your unique knowledge can be appreciated by people of insight, and you can show your strengths, don't..."

The young man who is said to have lived for hundreds of years, but only in his early twenties, once warned him so earnestly.

But don't do anything, Mo Xuan has already forgotten about it.

When I was young, I was young and energetic, and I didn't want to listen to my master's words: hibernate and wait for the opportunity; and then, when the situation changed, he was imprisoned in the dark palace, disheartened, and thought that he was useless.

Therefore, the master's sentence made him even more indifferent.

But luckily, his master lived up to the title of "the world's best fortune teller". He had a long-term vision and knew that there would always be such a day, so he started to teach himself early.

But, what exactly was he trying to say at that time?

Mo Xuan frowned and pursed his lips, stretched his arms back, and grabbed the neck of the man behind him who was about to sneak up on him. With a light force, the man suffocated and died immediately.

The sentence that Zhisheng wanted to say at that time was definitely a very important sentence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't still be brooding over that incomplete sentence until now.

However, Mo Xuan racked his brains, but no matter what, he couldn't remember the original words.

what is it?What exactly was the master trying to say, that he would admonish him so worriedly after teaching him all his lifelong learning, except fortune-telling.

Moreover, what are the words, it is worth knowing that when Sheng Huo Shi was about to leave, he solemnly held his hand, repeated this sentence, and asked him to remember this sentence and engrave it in his memory deep.

Mo Xuan, wearing a blood-stained armor, repeated monotonous movements, opening up a path of blood.

Everywhere he went was a sea of ​​blood.

Mo Xuan was like a marionette manipulated by others, walking forward tirelessly, even though there were still old injuries on his arms and legs, and he was constantly being cut and chopped, he still walked forward as if unconscious .

Rong Mo plunged the knife into the man's chest, raised his head, but still frowned.

He has seen Ziqing in this state more than once, and it first appeared when he was suppressing bandits in Zhaoyuan.And later, when dealing with the crisis caused by the drought in Handan City, it also happened once.

Rong Mo was very worried about this, not only because he doubted the reason why Mo Xuan would appear in this state, but also because he was worried about Mo Xuan who would wake up later.

Every time something like this happened to him, he would fall into deep self-loathing.

Rong Mo pushed aside the crowd and ran towards Mo Xuan.

In just a split second, Mo Xuan's back could no longer be seen clearly.

Rong Mo searched for him in disordered steps, the number of enemies had already dropped sharply, and the army of Zhiguo was already preparing to retreat, happily following the order to conquer the battlefield.

Only Rong Mo walked forward abruptly and in a daze, looking for Mo Xuan's figure.

In such a huge city, he is the only one who feels that he is so weak that he needs his own protection.

In fact, Rong Mo had met Mo Xuan a long time ago.

It's just that they have changed too much since then, gradually blurring their initial impressions.

So, meet each other.

At that time, that young man was Lang Jun, high-spirited, and even his eyes were shining with bright and deep light, and he could not see a trace of haze.

In just a few years, when Rong Mo saw him again, there was nothing but the gloomy cloud of broken flowers and ruined willows.

Of course, Rong Mo himself is not much better, they are all such desolate people, why must they expose each other, tear open the wounds again, and expose them to the sun.

At the very least, pretending not to know each other can be regarded as saving face for each other, and it should be regarded as the last friendship.

Rong Mo continued to walk forward, ignoring the dissuasion of the people around him: "His Royal Highness, if you go any further, you will reach the camp where the rebel army is stationed."

Rong Mo was startled, did Mo Xuan know about this?If he didn't know, wouldn't he go deep into the enemy camp alone...

Thinking about it this way, Rong Mo simply snatched the horse from the person who spoke: "Urgent requisition, the service fee can be obtained from the Minister of the Ministry of Households."

"Hey," the man blinked and sighed dumbfoundingly, "This is your horse, His Royal Highness."

"Lin Xiaoye, don't look, hurry and lead the horse back!" Lin Shengli, who was waiting behind him, was already impatient, seeing him still looking at the distance so stupidly and shaking his head, he couldn't help urging him.

"Hey, that's great! My lord, let's go back as soon as possible." Lin Xiaoye turned her head with a smile, and walked quickly to Lin Shengli, showing a shallow smile, which was harsh for no reason.

Mo Xuan followed the panicked retreat of the rebel army, and he didn't know how long he walked.

Fortunately, his previous performance had already frightened them, so not many people wanted to fight back.

It's still safe and sound.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xuan followed them to the enemy's position.

At this time, he raised his head in a daze, silently observing the terrain around him.

The wind is very strong, it seems that the ground is bumpy and uneven, and when the wind blows, it seems to have an echo, and the flow speed of the upper and lower winds is not equal, and the wind blowing in the middle is the most violent, mixed with thin sand.

Mo Xuan frowned, could it be that he came to a valley or canyon?

Zhiguo is rich in famous mountains and rivers, but most of them are too high.Therefore, no one dared to climb. Only Rong Shu would choose the highest mountain and pray to the gods when he worshiped the sky, and most of the time he was on the same mountain.

Mo Xuan raised his eyes, and already recalled the name of this place: In the myth of Zhiguo, the place closest to the god of heaven is also the place where Rong Qi was born in the legend - the main peak of Shendi Peak.

The rebels were also really daring, and actually took the holy land of Zhiguo as their stronghold.

It's just that the design is indeed exquisite, and this place is indeed a forbidden place that most people will not set foot except for the imperial palace.

Few people have the courage to go here to explore at the risk of beheading.Therefore, it is suitable for hiding.

Mo Xuan suddenly felt a little helpless, he had always disliked making troubles, and the reason he even liked fighting was because this matter was easier and quicker than anything else, and he didn't need to spend too much thought.

He has a charming face inherited from his mother, but he doesn't care about it.

Such a beautiful face, such a graceful figure, are just a layer of skin attached to the bones. Only a heart covered by layers of bones and wrapped in soft flesh is the only property of any value.

It's just that the sincerity he sent is inevitably tinged with his fake.

Mo Xuan felt that he was most like his parents and his stepfather, only the cold blood flowing all over his body, cold and cold, no matter how hard he covered him, he couldn't warm him.

I don't know if Chen Mo is doing well now?Mo Xuan suddenly thought of Chen Mo who was far away in the northwest, his only friend in this life.

Even Lou Xun can't be called his friend, he can only be called his half-family.

However, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for him to live well.

After all, like himself, he was also living in humiliation, kneeling on the ground and walking with his kneecaps instead of raising his head upright and walking with glory.

They are doing things for their enemy every day. They hate him so much, but they can't kill him.

Although she looks glamorous, she lives in chains.

Suddenly there was a distant sound of a horn, which awakened Mo Xuan who was in deep thought.

He raised his head ignorantly, as if he had long forgotten the purpose of coming here.

"Ziqing!" Rong Mo called out out of breath.

You Nian's army was slowly approaching, Rong Mo's Uncle Xin tightened his grip suddenly, and ran forward to protect him behind him.

You Nian stood in front of the team and stopped their steps.

You Nian walked out of the tent, looked helplessly into Rong Mo's eyes, and stared at himself intently.

He glanced at Rong Mo with a smile, and then at Mo Xuan behind him.

Rong Mo moved his steps sensitively, covered Mo Xuan behind him, raised his head again, and stared at him coldly.

You Nian withdrew his gaze, made a gesture of "disarm and surrender" in horror, and mouthed: "Does Your Highness need my help?"

obvious.Rong Mo raised his eyebrows, and gently grabbed Mo Xuan's hand.

You Nian didn't seem to understand what he meant, and spread his hands exaggeratedly, as if he was very surprised that Rong Mo would ask him for help.

He looked into Rong Mo's eyes, as if he had been electrocuted, and made a frightened look, and quickly "said": "Then what do I need to do?"

Rong Mo lowered his head, glanced at Mo Xuan, and quickly said silently, "Take Gu and Ziqing as ordinary enemies. You don't need to worry about the rest."

You Nian smiled, and bowed pretendingly: "Okay, that's what you said."

He turned around and ordered to the soldiers behind him: "The big troops follow me out and capture the two enemy soldiers alive. There will be a lot of rewards."

Their eyes lit up, and the soldiers who were lazy just now were like wolves greedy for fat, staring at the prey in front of them, almost drooling.

The moment You Nian gave the order, Rong Mo grabbed Mo Xuan and ran behind him.

Out of the mountain pass is the trail into the city.

Mo Xuan suddenly tugged on Rong Mo's sleeve: "Don't go to the city, lest the common people get into trouble."

Rong Mo let out a "hmm", and Mo Xuan went around to another fork, planning to take advantage of the small roads extending in all directions to throw the enemy away, and then take the opportunity to escape.

Mo Xuan suddenly asked, "How is your leg?"

Rong Mo's footsteps paused, as if he had just remembered this incident, and pretended to be nonchalant: "It's nothing, for the time being, it can be called invulnerable to all poisons."

It hurts, why doesn't it hurt?It hurts so much!

When Rong Mo asked for a doctor, the imperial physician shook his head when he saw his leg injury, saying that he had seen such an injury ten years ago, and he hadn't found a cure yet.

So, it's helpless.

But at the same time, he also told Rong Mo.There is still medicine in this world, but the doctor who can cure the disease disappeared ten years ago, and his whereabouts are unknown.

All in all, there is still no way.

Rong Mo didn't ask him: What happened to the patient ten years ago.

He was afraid that once he asked, he would lose that little hope.

At the very least, he can still think about trying his luck.

He is not afraid of death, if he was afraid of death, he would have died thousands of times already.

However, if he left, he wouldn't feel at ease if someone as good as Mo Xuan would be given to anyone; if he was left alone, he would be even more afraid.

Rong Mo stopped and suddenly dived into a long stream.

The cold river water flows through the body and mind, and it seems to wash the soul.

Mo Xuan grabbed Rong Mo's hand and impatiently kissed it.

Rong Mo always felt that Mo Xuan's mood was not right at this time, but if he was left alone, they might drown in this lake because of this kiss.

So, he grabbed his waist and forced Mo Xuan to stop.

Rong Mo leaned into his ear, smiled lightly and said, "Baby, don't kiss anymore, if you don't leave, we can save our lives here. Go back and continue."

Mo Xuan turned his head, didn't look at him, and swam upwards, it would be nice if he could really die here.

Rong Mo took a deep breath, and fondled Mo Xuan's long wet hair.

He turned his head and smiled slightly: "Go back and continue?"

"Well, go on."

☆, waves (pick up one)

Three days later, in the Qianqing Palace——Wen Han held a large pile of account books in his abdomen, and stood respectfully beside the wooden table in front of Rong Shu.

He seemed to be concentrating on waiting there for instructions, but in fact his thoughts had already drifted away.

Today is already the ninth day of the war, as if it had been a lifetime ago, the reinforcements are still missing, and the cavalry sent to investigate has no sign of returning.

It seems that in the past nine days, it has become an empty city, a silent dead city, indifferent to the life and death of the main city, what are they worrying about?

Or it could be said that they were concerned about who's power, so they didn't dare to speak, turning a blind eye to the tragic situation here.

Rong Shu put down the ledger in his hand, which recorded all the losses and expenses caused by the war in the past few days.

After careful calculation in this way, you can intuitively find the mistakes in the past few days, and the expenses in these few days can be worth a month's expenses in ordinary border towns.

He rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed silently, why did he start fighting all of a sudden?

It just happened that His Royal Highness the crown prince had just passed the ninth year of the weak crown, and he could already start to get in touch with the internal affairs at a deep level, so he started fighting.

Although this is just a slight handover in form, it's just to go through the process.

After all, His Royal Highness has been involved in internal affairs since he was eleven or twelve years old, but at least he still follows the customs left by his ancestors, which has a sense of ritual, and he can also declare to the world in name that there are successors to the country, and the people can continue to live and work in peace up.

But at this time, there was such a big mistake.

So many soldiers must have started preparations and training a few years ago, how could there be no sign for so long?

Rong Shu thought for a while, and subconsciously avoided the most probable reason: there were ghosts in the imperial court, and not just one or two, they were all covering up for this long-planned civil war.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Household Affairs has been out of pocket for the past few days. Just for the monthly payment of these few days, more than half of the salary has already been spent." Wen Han said, carefully observing Rong Shu's face.

Today is indeed the middle of the month, it's time to send the official