long old

It's time to let go of your salary.

It's just that the deposit bank of the household department has already distributed a lot of funds for the use of soldiers.

And it also includes the food, clothing, housing and transportation expenses of the people in the shelter. The remaining silver, after deducting the daily expenses of the court, cannot afford the salaries of officials at all.

Rong Shu frowned, silently counted the remaining silver in the national treasury, and said with pain: "You first move some of the silver in the national treasury to pad, and the salaries of those officials who have nothing to do with the war are kept first, withhold it and don't send it out. , for the time being, the military pay in remote mountainous areas and the general expenses of several generals will be paid first."

Wen Han was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak, Rong Shu noticed his face, softened his tone, and said softly: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

Wen Han murmured and didn't dare to speak, but suddenly knelt down with a "plop": "Your Majesty, those royal relatives and nobles are also in the ranks of begging for salary, I really dare not."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Rong Shu really couldn't bear to blame him, so he rubbed his brows gently, and asked softly, "How much money has been sent out?"

Wen Han timidly said: "About a few million dollars were spent."

Rong Shu thought it was only 1 to [-] yuan, and he was not too lucky in his heart, but when he heard this astronomical figure, his eyes widened in disbelief: "What, how could it be so much? They alone Yue's salary is only less than [-] taels of silver, how could he take away so much at once?"

Wen Han kowtowed his head and said slowly: "It's just that the regulations handed down by our ancestors clearly stated that half of the cost of building houses and expanding land for the royal family and nobles should be borne by themselves, and the other half should be borne by the treasury's regular bank and taxes. And it happened to Jingwang Mansion, the old palace was expanded and renovated half a month ago, so..."

The rules passed down from the ancestors must be obeyed.

Rong Shu had no choice but to scold the extravagance and waste of that foreign prince in his heart, so he had to give up, endured the increasingly obvious headache, and continued to ask: "How much money is left in the treasury?"

From the corner of his eye, Wen Han pointed to the account book that was folded under a large pile of memorials. Rong Shu followed his eyes, opened the thin paper, and saw a shocking number: 400 Ten thousand taels of silver, and one million taels of gold.

There are nearly a hundred officials in the central region of the imperial court. After sending out their salaries, there are only five or six million yuan left, and after allocating those miscellaneous expenses, there is not much left.

How can such a large country lack the support of money to operate, and no one knows how long this war will last after the monthly report is sent out. If this month is over, what about next month?

Rong Shu helplessly thought of the last solution, which is also the one he doesn't want to use at the moment: "Master Wen, please send it on my behalf: Starting today, the tax rate of Chang'an City and its affiliated towns will be doubled temporarily. No matter what , and have to support me through this period.”

"This..." Wen Han frowned in embarrassment. He talked about him, but he didn't dare to refute.

Rong Mo just walked in, and when he heard this sentence, he immediately dissuaded him: "Father, this is absolutely impossible."

Rong Shu: "Why not? Does His Royal Highness have a more secure solution?"

Rong Mo: "Of course there are methods, as long as the emperor dares to do it, there will be no problem."

Rong Shu was intrigued by his words, and hurriedly asked: "What is the solution? In the current situation, there is no one who dares to do or not to do. There is only a difference between what must be done and what is useless."

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Rong Mo frowned with a smile, and said softly: "Let King Jing spit out the money again, or not."

When he heard this, Rong Shu immediately lost interest, and his enthusiasm was greatly reduced: "The emperor's words are really easy, but it is difficult to implement."

Rong Mo: "It's very light in itself, it's just that the father thinks too much. If he doesn't want to, we will flatten his Jingwang Palace and dig out the money."

Wen Han and Rong Mo walked out of the Qianqing Hall together, Wen Han was holding a large stack of scrolls, and suddenly asked: "I heard that His Highness has found Chang Yue."

"Ah," Rong Mo replied casually, "I found it."

After a while, he added thoughtfully: "He's doing pretty well."

"That's good, that's good." Wen Han kept repeating this sentence, his voice gradually choked up.

He had long since given up on meeting him, knowing that he was well was enough.

There are too many joys and sorrows in this world, and none of them can compare to someone else's words, that the present world is safe and sound, which is enough to move people's hearts.

The next day——Rong Mo squinted his eyes, rode a war horse, and waited for the people from King Jing's Mansion to receive the imperial edict.

He looked up at the height of the sun, it had already risen to mid-air, and the auspicious time predicted by Qin Tianjian was si o'clock three o'clock.

Wei Xian suddenly reminded softly: "Your Highness, I guess that Lord Jing will not take the initiative to accept the imperial decree, or..."

Rong Mo lowered his head, straightened the bandages on his legs slowly, jumped to the door of the palace, knocked on the knocker politely, and waited patiently for the people in the palace to open the door.

"The imperial decree has arrived!" Lin Shengli had already brought the imperial decree and came from Qiyang Palace.

Unexpectedly, after a while, no one came to open the door.

Wei Xian became a little impatient, and even blushed because of this unreasonable behavior that obviously despised the imperial power, but he still tried his best to calm down and said: "Why don't I ask the people in Jingwang's mansion to inform me, it's a mistake. The auspicious time for delivering the decree is not good, Your Highness."

Rong Mo ignored him, just knocked lightly on the door again, and waited quietly for a while, but he still didn't see any sign of coming to open the door.

The entire Prince Jing's Mansion is like a silent barren mound, with no one inhabited, only the sound of the wind caressing the grass can be heard.

So, Rong Mo turned around and ordered the gunners of the Shenji Battalion specially dispatched from the palace: "From now on, every two sticks of incense, we will fire shotguns into Prince Jing's mansion."

"Yes." They replied neatly and loudly, loaded the cannonballs silently, and did not issue any doubts that should not have appeared on this order that was really unreasonable.

They raised the muzzle, carried the shells on their shoulders, aimed at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, and pressed the gun case precisely.

With a sound of "bang dang", the shell left the mouth and flew towards the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion.

A big hole was blown out of the wooden door painted with red paint, and the grass inside also started to scorch and was already on fire.

But still no one came out.

Rong Mo lit two sticks of incense with the help of the spark in the house, and put them in the incense burner in front of King Jing's Mansion.

"Pa-ta." A stick of incense was burned out, and some ash was scattered and landed on the ground at the gate of the palace.

King Jing's Mansion was still silent.

After a while, another stick of incense was also half burned.

Lin Shengli became impatient and frowned.

Seeing such a big posture, other people in the city gradually gathered together.

Rong Mo looked at the stick of incense ash with a leisurely expression, still waiting.

The burnt incense on the "Bada" incense fell again, and the whole stick of incense was almost burned out.

Rong Mo stood up straight, walked slowly to the gate of the palace, and ordered softly: "Ready to fire the ammunition again..."

"Wait, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Don't worry, we're coming out now." Before he finished speaking, two people quickly walked out of the palace, disheveled and embarrassed.

They walked up to Rong Mo out of breath, with smiles on their faces, and they might cut Rong Mo into pieces thousands of times in their hearts.

The last fragrance of "Bada" also fell.

"His Royal Highness, don't be too impatient. Look, aren't we here?" Prince Jing smiled softly.

Rong Mo ignored him completely, but simply signaled Lin Shengli in a terrified manner: "Proclaim the imperial decree."

Lin Shengli immediately unfolded the scroll with the imperial decree in high spirits, and read aloud: "Your Majesty has received the imperial decree, and I will accept the imperial decree. The emperor said: Recently, there have been frequent wars in the capital, and the lives of the people have been devastated. There are quite a few officials whose salaries are in arrears, and it is inevitable that they will be dissatisfied. For this reason, I am deeply anxious. I also think of the relatives and relatives of the royal family. Each broadcast 3 taels of silver to help Zhiguo tide over the difficulties."

"Yitin Fengsheng 13 years, April [-]th, Emperor Wanlong announced."

This imperial decree was not drawn up by Rong Shu, but transcribed by Rong Mo, so the way of passing it on is very rogue, and the meaning is very straightforward: I let you eat and drink for so long before, but now I am poor. Yes, you can also take this opportunity to repay my kindness.

You don't have to pay too much, you just need to pluck all the hair on your body.

Apart from anything else, it's just for money.

I bah, let your mother's shit go.Prince Jing cursed secretly in his heart, and glanced at the people beside him from the corner of his eye.

Every one of them looks like they are hungry and only skin and bones are left, but they are clearly smooth and moist, and they are even so boring that they will watch their own excitement here.

But King Jing would never have imagined that the imperial decree in front of him was written by this gentle and elegant prince.

So he could only curse secretly in his heart, and on the surface he knelt down obediently, making a respectful appearance: "This humble minister accepts the order."

Lin Shengli collected the scroll skillfully, tidied it neatly, and handed it to King Jing.

He flicked his fly whisk again, and was ready to return to the palace with pride.

Prince Jing stood up suddenly, smiled maliciously and said, "This is an imperial decree that every clan member must fulfill, so I wonder if His Highness has handed it in?"

Wei Xian didn't think too much, and replied without hesitation: "Since it was handed over."

Seeing that his thoughts were verified, Prince Jing couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Then I don't know if the Seventh Prince's Mansion can be handed over? Based on the number of clan relatives, the Seventh Prince should pay 600 taels, I don't know..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Rong Mo suddenly realized what he meant, and his expression changed immediately.

As we all know, after returning from the expedition a few days ago, the Seventh Prince allocated half of the daily expenses of the palace to his adjutant who died.

Now no matter how much the whole family gathers together, it is absolutely impossible to take out the 600 million taels. If they take out this money, it can only show that the source of the Seventh Prince's money is unknown.

After all, the Seventh Prince's house was ransacked back then, and it was only in the past five years that his daily expenses were restored, and his monthly salary was less than 100 taels.

Where did he get his money from?It goes without saying that the emperor will definitely be merciless and soft on this.

Rong Mo: "I don't need to bother you. After all, she is a crown princess who has not passed the marriage. The expenses of the Seventh Palace should be borne by the East Palace."

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☆, waves (twelve)

On the next day, in the Hall of Qianqing—Rong Shu was angrily holding a ruler, and kept pacing in the apse.

Rong Mo knelt on the cold marble floor, his back and hands felt a bit tingling, but he still pursed his lips without saying a word, enduring the continuous pain in his knees due to knee numbness .

He just said that sentence yesterday, but within half an hour, he was summoned to Qianqing Palace, and after being scolded by Rong Shu, he knelt down in the imperial garden for a day.

Being guarded by Lin Shengli again, he walked back to the Qianqing Hall alone, and had knelt for another two hours.Rong Mo frowned subconsciously, wondering if he would be able to go to the battlefield tomorrow.

Rong Shu finally stopped hesitating, and asked him disappointed and angry: "How dare you say such a thing, who gave you the courage?"

Rong Mo said in a low voice: "This is the truth, since you have a clear conscience, why don't you dare to say it?"

Rong Shu was in a fit of anger, hearing his unrepentant words, he was even more angry, raised his whip and slashed him on the back, his lips turned white with anger, but his face quickly flushed red with anger.

It seems that Rong Mo didn't know it from birth, he clicked to the end, advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, he didn't want to beg for mercy, and he didn't want to ask for forgiveness, he just knelt on the ground stubbornly.

Rong Shu knew how stubborn his temper was since he was a child, and he couldn't beat him enough, so he had to slow down his tone: "Think about the gains and losses in this, regardless of whether Mo Xuan is your uncle , on this level of relationship, if you release your words today, you will put the face of the court to death, and you will ignore the country and society of Zhiguo. Once the words "His Royal Highness is a broken sleeve" are spread, you will let the people of the world How do I miss you..."

The most important thing is what will people in the world say about him?

Rong Mo knew what he meant without him opening his mouth, and immediately sneered.

Rong Mo: "I don't care what the world thinks of me, I only care what Ziqing thinks of me, if I don't say this today, how many people will maliciously tarnish Ziqing's reputation, so let them be more suspicious, for If Ziqing provokes troubles, it is better to simply point out that the relationship between Gu and him is open and frank, so why should you be afraid of inviting people to gossip?"

"Crack" another ruler fell on him.

Rong Shu was overwhelmed by his anger, and shouted almost hoarsely: "Okay, you are so kind, for a slave with a low bloodline, you want to persecute Zhiguo to such a state, you are not afraid of gossip, But where do I put my 40-year-old face and hide from gossip?"

Rong Mo looked at him coldly and roared furiously, reprimanding him for how much his actions would bring to the country.

He didn't care about anything he said.

He doesn't care about his crown prince position, as long as someone has enough ability, he is willing to give up this useless position.

He doesn't care about the evaluation of people in the world, even if everyone's mouth is enough to make money, it can't be worth a word from his sweetheart.

He doesn't care whether he is a faint king or a wise king, he just wants to protect his well-being for the rest of his life.

He doesn't know how long a lifetime is, but even if he only has half a year to live, he will take it and live it with him.Even if he entered reincarnation earlier than him, he would continue to haunt him in the next life.

In Rong Mo's life, he has never caught anyone, only Mo Xuan who never dared to ask for extravagance remained.

So, just like moths to the flame, they greedily absorb the warm and weak fire light, losing their lives while gaining the extravagant dream.

Rong Shu thought for a while, while walking around the palace with a ruler in hand, he finally thought of a way to get the best of both worlds, no, a way to ensure that his face would not be lost, and Rong Mo's respect and love would not be lost.

So, he lowered his head and whispered something in Rong Mo's ear.

Rong Mo didn't widen his eyes as he expected, but nodded slowly. He had no choice. People who don't hold the power in their hands will always inevitably suffer from such entanglements.

Early in the morning, Mao Shi - a wet imperial decree was delivered to the Seventh Prince's Mansion, together with Yu Liang and Jiang Qing's handwritten letters, and handed over to the Seventh Prince's hand. Mo Xuan and Lou Xun knelt on the wet ground, listening silently. Follow Lin Shengli to read the imperial decree.

Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and kowtowed: "The minister waits to obey the order."

Rong Mo walked to Lin Shengli's side, and slowly closed his eyes, with mixed feelings.

He's gone, which is fine.

I tried my best not to let my plan affect him, but in the end, I was tied up and couldn't let go. Now that he left, I could just let go of my courage and give it a try.

As soon as possible to accomplish my goal, I will also spend the rest of my life with him as soon as possible.This sentence made a circle in my heart, but I couldn't say it.

Before Si Shi, the news spread all over the streets and alleys.

The boss of Wanbaozhai was sitting at the counter, and it was rare for him not to see the waiter who often came to buy pastries.

He was wondering in his heart, but the customers in the store suddenly sneaked over: "Hey, did you know? The Seventh Prince is about to leave for the northwest, and he just received the imperial decree to leave tomorrow."

The boss of Wanbaoshan said "Yeah" in surprise, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "What's the matter? Isn't the Seventh Prince still showing off in the defense of the capital recently? Why did he suddenly send him to the Northwest in a disguised form?" Are you suffering?"

There was gossip in the guest's eyes: "Hey, it's not the fault of His Highness the Crown Prince's words yesterday afternoon, the current His Highness the Crown Prince is a broken sleeve, and was exposed in public, is this a matter of killing a few heads? The Seventh Prince—the other protagonist of this farce—must be transferred out to avoid the limelight."

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Here, can His Royal Highness agree?"

The guest shook his head disapprovingly, with a look of "You are really not good at Taoism": "Your Highness, how dare you refuse, this is not too big or too small. If it is spread, it will be a social scandal. Sending the prince away is just to endure the pain of lovesickness for a while. When this turmoil subsides, the seventh prince will naturally come back."

The boss of Wanbaozhai shook his head and let out a helpless sigh: "In the end, they are all ungrateful and ungrateful, and nothing can match the charm of royal power and wealth."

The guest shook his head again: "You can't say that. How many people in the world don't want to be an emperor? And no matter how beautiful a beauty is, there will be a day when her face fades. When a person is old and faded, who would like it?" If she becomes the emperor, the whole world will be yours, so why don't you worry about finding someone more beautiful than her?"

Rong Mo crushed the porcelain cup in his hand, and the porcelain shards were embedded in the flesh, blood soon overflowed the whole hand, and "tick" fell.

Ignoring the surprised gazes of others, he stood up as if nothing had happened, and greeted the boss of Wanbaozhai: "The boss pays the bill. Pack some pastries for me, thank you."

He ordered a few pastries that he usually sees in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, only to realize that these were the ones he used to eat when he was young.

Rong Mo reprimanded secretly in his heart: "Wei Xian must have leaked it." But the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

He cursed secretly, carefully packed the pastry, turned and left.

In fact, he is willing to be the emperor, but if he is not the emperor, there will always be someone who is more powerful than him in this world, and the person he likes will always be slaughtered by others.

The rebel camp, in the main tent——You Nian was sitting in the tent, a man opened the curtain of the tent, and it turned out to be the boss of Wanbaozhai.

He was not in a hurry to kneel down, instead, he walked to a basin of clear water on the side, dipped his fingers in some water, and carefully wiped the rouge and gouache on his face.

You Nian half-closed his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Chang Yue, is makeup fun?"

Chang Yue paused for a moment, then continued to wipe the makeup on his face as if nothing had happened: "If you think it's fun, you can give it a try."

You Nian suddenly lost interest, and said angrily: "Your temperament is too boring. If you are so bored in front of your sweetheart, how can he still be interested in you?"

Chang Yue looked at his face facing the water for a moment, and after confirming that there was no trace of makeup on his face, he stood up and replied lightly: "I don't need to bother you about these things. In order to be harmonious, there will be no crisis as you mentioned at the moment. On the contrary, my lord hastily called me back, what is the reason?"

You Nian stood up, smiled and asked with crooked hair: "I miss you, so I'll call you back to see, is that enough reason?"

Chang Yue sneered very shamelessly, You Nian's seriousness remained unabated, he gradually approached Chang Yue, and suddenly laughed: "Forget it, why am I teasing you when I have nothing to do? It must be because that woman recently In a few days, it will be the death day of that man and my birthday, so I will be so idle."

He walked back again, sat on the main seat, squinted his eyes, closed his eyes and meditated: "I heard that the Seventh Prince will be sent by the emperor to go to the northwest to fight."

Chang Yue: "Yes."

You Nian: "What's going on? My prince brother would agree to such a thing."

Chang Yue repeated the words of the customers in the store, and You Nian couldn't help but click his tongue: "My brother is really magnanimous, and he doesn't shy away from anything. After all, he is the current prince and the 'only' prince. Maybe it’s because of what I do to myself that I’m so confident.”

However," You Nian changed a more comfortable posture for himself, and muttered to himself. "It's too cheap for him. Once his sweetheart leaves, he won't have any scruples. How come all the good luck is concentrated What about him? "

Since I was born, I have lived a disgraceful life. My cheap father never looked at me directly, and he died soon.

My mother regards herself as a bargaining chip leading to a prosperous, rich and happy life, and she will only desperately demand herself, and she must not lose to the brother she has never met.

Afterwards, they were sent to the Northwest Frontier to be exiled and labored. The woman believed that her wishful thinking had been shattered, so she hanged herself.

After finally returning to the capital, I wanted to take revenge on my little uncle who shared the same hatred with them, but because of my lack of power and power, I was wronged and forced to lie dormant for many years to prepare.

As a result, after preparing all the finishing work, my uncle voluntarily followed his father and committed suicide, and he was alone again.

And now how many people in his own camp he can trust, and how many people are placed by the prince's brother, he doesn't know.

Even Chang Yue, who can talk on weekdays, doesn't believe it.

"My lord, the soldiers outside the camp are ready to go."

You Nian opened his eyes and said, "Got it." He jumped up and walked out of the tent.

All that I have obtained recently, and all that I have, are all karma that I planted, so who can be afraid?

Shen Shi, in the Seventh Prince's Mansion——Mo Xuan took off his belt, tidied his long hair, sat on the stone bench beside the bed, and took out the two letters that he had roughly read during the day.

In fact, the content of the two letters is similar, that is, full of clichés. First, he praised him fiercely, and then lamented that there was too little time to fight back together. He also mentioned the reason for sending him to the Northwest to support the Northwest campaign. , to defeat the enemy as soon as possible, in exchange for peace in the northwest.

After flipping through it for a while, Mo Xuan felt that it was boring. It obviously didn't look like it was written by a military officer, and only one person would bother so much.

He rubbed his temples and was about to fall asleep.

"Da da" someone was knocking on the window, Mo Xuan got up, and just happened to hug the boy who flew in.

"Ziqing!" The young man's eyes were full of falling stars, and he was holding a box of pastries, smiling at him with a wistful smile, his face was full of "seeking praise".

He helped his hair with his hand, it was covered with sweat, and he couldn't help frowning, with a bit of distress: "Why are you in such a hurry? You can sweat all over."

Rong Mo: "I'm afraid I'm late, so you go first."

Mo Xuan smiled.

He said: "How is it possible? As long as you are willing to come, I will always wait for you here."

At the height of his love, he suddenly said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I've been bothering you all this time."

He bit his lower lip, but put his hand on his back lightly: "It's okay, I love you."

"Remember my wish? Let me go, you can't keep me."

I'm not afraid of being imprisoned in this capital alone, but I can't stand my inaction.

let me go.

Rong Mo shook his head, remembering that Mo Qiuliang had told him that if he wanted to leave, you couldn't keep him.If he doesn't want to leave, even death will die by your side.

Mo Xuan closed his eyes, and the kisses fell overwhelmingly.

The next morning, when Rong Mo woke up, there was no one around him.

Lou Xun brought the breakfast in silently, and suddenly said, "He's leaving for the northwest at a quarter o'clock today, why don't you go see him off?"

Rong Mo responded with a short "Yes", and did not intend to answer Lou Xun's question, but Lou Xun heard a little crying.

"If you want to cry, cry."

"No need, once he leaves, who am I to pretend to be pitiful with?"

He stood up, regaining his vigor.

☆, Waves ([-])

Half a month later, in the Huaqing Garden—Rong Mo was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and his clogs stepped on the soft soil, building up dots of mud.

He frowned and pursed his lips, but he didn't intend to stop to wipe off the mud stains on his clothes.

Halfway through, Rong Mo suddenly stopped his steps, and said softly, "Aren't you tired after following for so long? You Nian?"

He waited quietly for a while, but there was no movement behind him.

Rong Mo turned around in a disinterested manner. He just talked casually, and didn't intend to delve into it any further, so he simply continued to move forward.

"Hey, don't worry, Brother Prince—" Seeing that he ignored him, You Nian continued to walk forward, hurriedly jumped off the branch he was sitting on, and called him "brother" in a protracted tone on purpose .

Rong Mo walked away without a trace, frowned in disgust, and regretted making a sound.

He would rather follow his own people, those dead servants and dark guards that Rong Shu specially sent to monitor him, and he didn't want You Nian who was more difficult than them.

He now has the urge to stuff him back into the tree and sit on it.

Rong Mo stopped walking, and decided to block You Nian and stop messing around with him.

Seeing that he was about to leave, You Nian ran up unwillingly and grabbed Rong Mo's sleeve.

Rong Mo really doesn't want to waste time with him anymore, but it's even more undesirable to gossip with him here.

He tugged at his sleeve, but he still couldn't pull it out.

Since he said that sentence last month, every time he went out, he would encounter a lot of malicious and speculative eyes, but he didn't dare to speak out because of his identity, like a needle pricking his back.

Rong Mo is used to being unrestrained and unrestrained, and has never cared about these things, and it's just a false name.

But when the client is doing things, it is quite inconvenient.As soon as I approached, no matter men, women or children, they all ran away.

"Does Gu look so vulgar?" I've seen it a lot, and even the wolf-hearted, but still looks like a dog-like His Royal Highness, will always be forced to start thinking about this after a helpless smile. Difficult and obscure questions.

"Bai Chen, how do you think Gu looks?" Rong Mo turned his head and asked Bai Chen beside him depressedly.

Bai Chen grew up with him since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with Rong Mo, and he just opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "Your Highness is wise, unparalleled in martial arts, and handsome in abundance. He looks like a peerless beauty, like a tree like the wind. "

"Okay, okay, stop, I'd better think about it myself if I ask you." Rong Mo was so troubled by his words, the fool couldn't tell that this guy was trying to coax him.

Thinking about it this way made my heart even more blocked.This one is simply comparing who can make me feel worse, and they are all first-class martial arts masters, dark horses who rushed out halfway through the match.

Ask them, it is better to be depressed in the corner.

Apart from going out to fight, the most common thing Rong Mo did after Mo Xuan left was to lock himself in his room and sit quietly, not thinking about anything, either in a daze or painting.

If he really had nothing to do and could numb himself, he would write letters on the desk, and the contents of the letters were always messy.

Because as soon as I picked up the pen, I couldn't wait to express the surging emotions in my chest, but I was forced to suppress it by myself, and only wrote some humanistic anecdotes.

It was really exhausting, so I would draw pictures in the letter and calculate how long it would take before I could see him again.

Every time when the ink on the letter paper was completely dry, Rong Mo would put it in an envelope, seal it solemnly, fill in his address, but did not intend to send it out, but just put it in the fire, slowly Burning into ashes, it was telling himself that the letter had been sent to him.

After all, now is the time when you can't even send out the news of asking for help. Isn't it suspicious that these trivial love letters of yours can be sent to Mo Xuan who is far away in the northwest?

Rong Mo is so stupid that he will show his feet, he has been used to it since he was a child, in order to achieve his goal, he can throw away the remaining humanity in his body, not to mention the pain of lovesickness.

What's more, Rong Mo can distinguish between good and bad, and only when they achieve their goals can they be called in love for a short time.

"Hey, brother, what are you thinking?" You Nian yelled again deliberately, deliberately disgusting himself and others.

This sentence was too lethal, making him swallow the sentence "Are you thinking of me?"

Even he didn't believe it when he said it, but he wanted to order the only thin noodles he had left.

But Rong Mo bent slightly, holding the appearance of a flower from a high mountain, and said slowly: "What are you thinking about, it's none of your business."

He looked pure and clean, and he didn't feel disobedient when he cursed.

You Nian was taken aback when he heard his words, opened his mouth, but couldn't help laughing.

He just said, his brother is an ordinary person anyway, how could he maintain his gentle and friendly mask for this sake.

His scolding eased a lot of You Nian's good impression of him.

Rong Mo looked at him alone and smiled like a fool. It was a rare time in his life that he wanted to worry about people who had nothing to do with him.

After all, he is his partner, and he has no plans to change it yet.

But if he's out of his mind, that's another matter.

It's fine for him to be crazy alone, but it's not good if his partner seems to be crazy than himself.

Rong Mo rubbed his temples, and suddenly said: "I suggest you go and see your brain."

You Nian was a little out of breath from laughing, and when he heard this again, he immediately replied out of breath: "I...hahaha...I will give you the exact words...hahaha...Your Highness also Go see it sooner."

"Oh..." Rong Mo scoffed at this, he was crazy for a reason, and the deeper he got, the more he became sober, why bother to seek medical advice, ask gods and buddhas.

Rong Mo shook his head secretly, and pushed all those wrong thoughts out of his mind.

Rong Mo silently turned around and held his umbrella, and continued to walk forward.

When You Nian saw that he was leaving, he immediately became anxious and tugged on his umbrella regardless.

Rong Mo was startled, and quickly turned the oil-paper umbrella to make sure that his hand didn't touch the umbrella, and immediately replied: "Zhuzi dare you!"

You Nian was about to laugh, so he revealed the matter.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, he bumped into his gaze: a gloomy sea, the haze covered his eyes, and it seemed that he would rush up to fight him desperately in the next second.

You Nian had no choice but to put away his grinning face, looked at Rong Mo's cold nod, and continued walking forward.

He shrugged, and continued to follow Rong Mo persistently.

The two of them walked on the rotten petals in the drizzle of the yellow plum season.

As long as you ignore Rong Mo's expressionless, preoccupied appearance, and You Nian's out-of-shape appearance whistling, it can be called a beautiful artistic conception.

On the northwest border, in a small tent at the junction of Rengguo and Zhiguo - a general sat on a straw mat, the tip of a brush traced along the veins of the paper, and soon a clear picture was drawn. Military topographic map.

He suddenly looked at it for a moment, but tore it carelessly.

He was born very well, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, with a bit of evil and sycophantic air and the cynicism that romantic talents often have, first he casually kneaded it, and then blended into his personality.

It's a pity that it has the face of a Central Plains person, not like their people from the Northwest Desert.

"General Chen, just received a military report, saying that a group of troops has just passed by outside the northwest border, and it seems that they are sending reinforcements to Zhiguo. Look at this..."

A reckless young soldier rushed out of the tent, before he could catch his breath and stand still, he hurriedly reported the news to him.

Chen Mo nodded indifferently. : "You wait outside for a while, gather all the brothers, the general will come right away."

The little soldier nodded obediently, and retreated outside.

Chen Mo got up, picked up his clothes and went out by himself.

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