long old

He enjoyed it blissfully for a while, but subtly, he gradually relaxed his authority and transferred it to the hands of Liu Bu.

And if it wasn't for Rong Shu who was really worried about him, and falsely planted a nail beside him—Yan Qi—he would not have spent a month to reach an agreement with the other cabinet assistants and their members. Consensus, and entrusted to six ministers one by one.

What Rong Mo was drafting was the last imperial decree, announcing that the sovereignty of the army would also be handed over to the general.

The autonomy of Zhiguo's Ministry of War has always been the lowest among the six departments. The generals must follow the orders of the court when they go out to fight, and fight according to the plans of those nerds who actually hold power in the Ministry of War.

Therefore, Zhiguo's army has been in a passive state.

Moreover, the Ministry of War cannot grasp the tiger charms to control the strength of troops.

Half of the Tiger Talisman is in the hands of Rong Shu, while the other half is in the hands of the elders of the cabinet, and they will keep it together.

Even if it is an emergency, the emperor's permission must be obtained before the use of troops.

Over time, the soldiers were also tied up when fighting.

If it weren't for this, Huang Shilang wouldn't be like that.

And Rong Mo's reason for doing this is also very simple: not for fame and fortune, nor for gaining prestige in front of the Six Departments and the people when he inherits the throne in the future, he just wants to be a favor so that he can make plans for Mo Xuan in the future.

Even though Mo Xuan is in the northwest now, he doesn't know Rong Mo's plan at all, and he wants to reverse the case for him.Even after many years, his image has already been deeply ingrained in the hearts of Chinese people, and he does not want to give up.

Rong Mo knew that it would be difficult for Mo Xuan to move an inch in Chang'an City.

He can't go out at will, because Rong Shu is worried that he will really rebel.

So whenever Mo Xuan went out, he would be accompanied by a dozen secret guards, responsible for monitoring his life and reporting his daily basic necessities of life.Including who he has met, what he has done, which shops he has been to, and what he has said, will be recorded one by one and reported to Rong Shu.

Even in the palace, Mo Xuan had a hard time.

The guards, eunuchs, and chefs in the palace were all sent from the imperial court.

It even included several eunuchs who were in charge of guarding them when they were in the cold palace.

So Mo Xuan hardly ever leaves the palace, not even the room.

Because except for Lou Xun who has followed him since childhood, there is no one in the whole house who is not Rong Shu's eyeliner.

And he took the initiative to go out a few times, just to see himself.

It was a long time before Rong Mo discovered this matter, because Rong Shu hid this matter very deeply, but when he became an adult, he couldn't wait to tell him this matter as a show off.

After hearing this, Rong Mo felt numb, no distress, only sadness.

Because I can't empathize with him, and only when I can empathize with him, can I be called understanding him, and I am qualified to say that I "distress".

Only when he really feels this kind of feeling can he truly understand his life in the past few years, how he has survived in this life

Therefore, Rong Mo never hesitated to show his intimacy with Mo Xuan to others.

He can accompany him to experience the feeling that every word and action will be criticized by others, and that he will be hit by gossip as soon as he goes out.

Therefore, Rong Mo is out of the ordinary, unrestrained and frightened, and he is not hesitant to let others find out that he is apostate.

Because this is the pressure that Mo Xuan has really survived in the past few decades.

He is willing to be with him, no, he is eager to empathize with him.

But his behavior is still a failure, because he is the prince, so people are equally afraid of him.

However, Rong Mo at least understood Mo Xuan's daily feelings.

It's not as painful as his one-thousandth, but it's enough to crush the pressure of public opinion on others.

"Your Highness, the rebels are coming."

His adjutant Lin Xiaoye had already urged him outside the hall, Rong Mo closed the inkstone and stamped a seal on the imperial decree.

He has learned to use his mind and mind since he was a child, even if he is thinking about Mo Xuan in his heart, he has never made a mistake in his hands.

The imperial decree of more than 1000 characters was written without any mistakes and stamped.

Rong Mo went out and handed it to Lin Shengli who was almost inseparable from Lin Xiaoye.

While putting on the armor on his body, Rong Mo asked, "How is the battle going?"

Lin Xiaoye wrinkled his steamed bun face, and almost squeezed out the wrinkles, but his voice was still very steady: "Not too good, the enemy seems to have figured out our plan, and they hid almost every ambush point." It's over. Now, it's in a stalemate. The subordinates think that the chances of winning this battle are not great. It doesn't make much sense for His Highness to go now."

"Oh?" Rong Mo responded with great interest, noncommittal to his conclusion.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his chest, and his vision gradually blurred.

Rong Mo paused, bit the tip of his tongue secretly, and the bloody smell filled his mouth.

"Your Highness?" Lin Xiaoye asked caringly, his voice was distorted, as if it came from thousands of miles away, the voice was very weak.

Rong Mo raised his head as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "You have to go there to know the result. Even if you are sure to lose, so what?"

Lin Xiaoye froze for a moment, then shook his head secretly, so what?

Your Highness is thinking too simple, even if you are sure to lose, do you still want to go for it?

And his physical condition is not like that at all.Lin Xiaoye has personally studied the poison, so naturally he has never missed it.

Lin Xiaoye turned his eyes around him, but found nothing.

I have to admit that His Highness the Crown Prince does have some talent in prophecy—but when Rong Mo and the others arrived on the battlefield, they had already withdrawn their troops.

The disabled veterans came supporting each other, all bowing their heads, showing no fighting spirit.

Rong Mo casually grabbed a person's sleeve, and asked anxiously, "How? How is the battle going?"

When the man heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into tears: "Your Highness, we lost. We... are sorry for the general."

Rong Mo's heart tightened, and the pain couldn't wait to rush in. What are they talking about?

Isn't this battle the soldiers led by Yu Liang?

He swayed, almost unable to stand still, still holding some unrealistic fantasies in his heart: "Tell me, General Yu, what happened?"

As he spoke word by word, he almost tasted the fishy sweetness surging from his mouth.

Please, just make it through.At least not to fall down in front of these recruits.

The man wiped his tears with his hands, and said with red eyes: "General Yu brought fifty people to the rear to cover our retreat, and I'm afraid they have... died.

Rong Mo's mind flickered, and he handed him over to Lin Xiaoye, then climbed up the tower alone, overlooking You Nian's residence.

However, he found that You Nian's residence was only ten miles away from Chang'an City, and there seemed to be something hanging on their tent.

He took a closer look, only to realize that what he was hanging was General Yu's head.

Did You Nian want this veteran general who had been loyal for decades to witness with his own eyes how they trampled on the land he loved?

Thinking of this, Rong Mo couldn't hold it back for a while, and vomited a mouthful of blood. Without bothering to wipe the blood stained from the corner of his mouth, Rong Mo ordered to the sentinel beside him, "Keep quiet."

The Lord will fall, but he cannot fall.

He is the backbone, if this matter gets out, where will they borrow the confidence to fight back?

The author has something to say: I smoked again, and the phone got stuck, and then it was updated.So NO.12 has not been updated before.

In fact, His Highness's attitude also represents my attitude. In fact, we can't empathize with other people's suffering at all. What we call pity is pity for unfortunate people who have not lost their conscience.His Highness loves the Seventh Prince very much, so he chose to do something out of the ordinary, anything is fine, as long as he can feel how he usually gets here.

The hardest thing we can do is empathize with the suffering of others.

☆, mountains and rivers ([-])

Rong Mo braced himself up and walked to the camp where he usually discusses military affairs.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, Rong Mo unexpectedly found that the usual lively atmosphere in the tent was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

Rong Mo silently walked to the main seat, turned his head, and saw the empty seat on the left - that was Yu Liang's self-styled "throne for generals". Except for Rong Mo, the Seventh Prince and Jiang Qing, no one else could sit there. Do not touch. ——

Rong Mo sighed silently, and there was a sourness in his heart that he couldn't tell whether it was reverence or nostalgia.

Jiang Qing suddenly whispered: "Your Highness, did General Yu Liang really die?"

In the entire barracks, Jiang Qing and Yu Liang had the best relationship. They both became generals at the same time, and they were admitted to the champion of martial arts successively, and entered the military department.

Rong Mo knew that he couldn't hide it from him, and he didn't plan to hide it from him: "Yes, and..."

He bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed the blood in his throat as if nothing had happened.

Rong Mo didn't know if he should tell them what You Nian did to General Yu's body.

This can be regarded as a way to boost morale, but Rong Mo felt that he should not say it.Probably because the dead are the big ones.

Fortunately, Jiang Qing didn't ask any further questions, just asked lightly: "After this war is over, can we build a tomb for the soldiers who died in this war?"

Rong Mo did not refuse, and this request was also included in Yu Liang's request - he had no right to refuse.

Rong Mo even had the names of every soldier who died in battle, which was suggested by Yu Liang.

Rong Mo suppressed those sad thoughts in his heart, since a person is dead, the living grieve, and he is even more inspired by revenge.

As many people died, he would kill as many people from You Nian.He couldn't be more clear about the truth of blood debts.

Therefore, Rong Mo asked in a deep voice, "How many troops are there in the capital?"

Jiang Qing also quickly broke away from the sad state, and quickly estimated in his heart: "Not many, [-] to [-] active soldiers and [-] reinforcements. In the war just now, we lost at least [-] The strength of the troops does not include reinforcements and civilians."

Thirty thousand?

Rong Mo was startled, You Nian once revealed to him: their rebel army's strength is less than [-].

With far different numbers of troops, even if You Nian could obtain the military defense map of the capital from the leaker, it would be impossible to annihilate the entire army of 3 people within an hour.

If it wasn't for... Rong Mo's heart sank, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Did You Nian finally use Shao Yan and the others?

This is a good thing, but when Rong Mo thought of it, in order to lay down

In this round, they sacrificed nearly [-] to [-] troops, so he didn't know what to do.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has never had a smooth life in his life, but it is rare for him to have such a moment of bewilderment.

It's just that when faced with such a huge number of deaths, Rong Mo was a little overwhelmed.

But he could only sit on the seat, rubbing the center of his brow with one hand, sweating, and clutching the cloth on his knee tightly.

Sometimes he should really be thankful that he has been used to all kinds of poisons given by the housekeeper since he was a child, so this kind of pain has long been a common occurrence for him.

Rong Mo was just thinking wildly, and took out another map from the belly of the table.

Jiang Qing stepped forward to take a look, and couldn't help being shocked: "Your Highness, this is..."

Rong Mo didn't care about responding, so he picked up a pen and quickly drew on the map.

Jiang Qing wanted to interrupt him several times to ask about the origin of this map, but Rong Mo had already seen his intentions, couldn't tell him how to greet him, so he clearly raised his hand to stop him from making a sound.

After several failed attempts, Jiang Qing could only hold back the words in his heart, waiting for him to finish.

Rong Mo doesn't blame Jiang Qing's surprise and curiosity. After all, this map records the underground secret passages of the entire Chang'an City. It was built by Rong Xi in the palace and palace in order to prevent the rebels from entering the city and he had no time to escape. At the beginning, a secret passage was dug under the foundation, and it was connected to the outskirts of the city.

But today, it was passed into Rong Mo's hands. I don't know if it was a mockery of fate, or a misfortune among good luck.

Rong Mo carefully sketched out every hiding spot on the map, handed it over to Jiang Qing, and said in a very indifferent way: "Go, tell the soldiers: bury the ammunition that the Seventh Prince left in the warehouse of the capital in these Location—If the rebels really break into the city, they will order these guns immediately, and at worst we will be buried with the soldiers of the whole city."

Jiang Qing nodded hesitantly and was about to leave.

Rong Mo added: "If conditions permit, send away all the ordinary people in the shelter."

Jiang Qing was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Yes, Your Highness."

He got up and walked halfway, then suddenly turned his head and asked, "Your Highness, your photo..."

Halfway through the question, he became hoarse again, secretly thinking that he shouldn't talk too much.

Rong Mo said lightly, "I found it among the belongings of the empress."

Rong Mo really never lied, this is indeed the map he found together with the wooden box.

He had nothing to do, so he simply studied it.

"Oh."

Since it is a relic left by Queen Xue, there must be no fake ones.Jiang Qing also knew that Xue's family had a deep relationship with Dan Ye.

But he still didn't give up, after all, Chang'an City was the place where he lived for decades.

So he quietly turned over the map again, glanced at it, and tried to convince Rong Mo: "The blasting sites marked by your Highness also include several palaces!" Are you willing to blow up?

Rong Mo pretended not to know his purpose, and raised his eyebrows in doubt: "What's the matter? Aren't all the palaces in the capital, except the Seventh Palace, idle?"

When Jiang Qing heard this, he immediately felt that he had hope, and continued to insist: "Yes, although the Seventh Prince is far away in the northwest, where should he live when he comes back?"

Rong Mo raised his eyebrows even more helplessly, glanced at him, and said helplessly: "Just stay in the East Palace directly. People are getting old, and they are always like mothers-in-law. Go early!"

When Jiang Qing heard it, he immediately blew his beard and stared, but it is true that he is getting older.

He also had no choice but to grit his teeth, turned around and left the tent, and Rong Mo's voice came from behind him: "We can't get there, and we will never get there. But there is always a contingency in everything, and we can't be so optimistic." I thought everything would go as we wished. So let’s prepare early, General Jiang.”

"Okay, Your Highness, I feel relieved with your words."

Jiang Qing waved to him with a bright smile, and cheered up again.

This old man...doesn't know if he listened or not.

Rong Mo shook his head, smiled a little, and quickly cooled down again.

In all fairness, Rong Mo's plan for Jiang Qing was already a bad idea.Rong Mo rarely gives people hope, so he is not willing to let Jiang Qing be too firm and optimistic.

However, the few cronies he sent to Prince Gong's mansion to repair the mansion before must have gained something.

After all, the underground of these two palaces is the main triggering point.

Rong Mo looked up, how did their military defense map leak out?

Rong Mo thought that when he discussed the plan with several generals, he was already cautious enough.

Moreover, their plans will gradually be sent to the six parts. There are too many targets and people with mixed eyes, so it is impossible to find out who is behind the scenes.

Besides, the map of the Ministry of War is not the final version, because Rong Mo has always kept in mind that only on the eve of the final battle, will he really arrange for the soldiers to perform a drill.

So the possibility of leaking out is basically zero.

But what if the version You Nian got is not the final version?

With respect for his opponent, Rong Mo believed that You Nian could guess his final plan based on the first edition.

But if so, the scope is widened back to the starting point.

Rong Mo couldn't help closing his eyes, pursed his lips, and suppressed the pain.

He coughed briefly, got up, went out, grabbed someone casually, and gave him one thing.

A half smile appeared on the corner of Rong Mo's mouth, beckoning him to do it as soon as possible.

The Northwest Frontier Station - It was almost late at night, the sky outside the camp was full of yellow sand, and the northwest wind blew through the stone wall next door, making a barbaric and desolate roar.

The wind blows the weathered bones of the travelers lost here, making eardrums ache.

The dim yellow sand and stones walked away, making people unable to open their eyes, and a thin layer of tears fell abruptly.

After winning a battle, Mo Xuan didn't care to take a rest, so he grabbed Lou Xun, grabbed a cloak and went out again.

As soon as Lou Xun got out of the camp, his face was covered with sand flying all over the sky, he felt a headache suddenly, just about to make a sound, he raised his eyes, but Mo Xuan's hand was holding his sleeve.

His hands were pale, even stained with some dried blood, but the veins on his hands were obviously raised.

Lou Xun closed his eyes, knowing that Mo Xuan was a little excited, no, it should be said that he was excited.

Although no obvious traces can be seen from that dull face, Lou Xun can still feel it—even though Lou Xun is a little uncertain about what Mo Xuan wants to do.

Although the Seventh Prince is usually decent, Lou Xun has been with him since he was a child and has been a nanny for decades—to put it nicely, he is called the housekeeper of the palace. ——Lou Xun still knows that Mo Xuan always treats everyone with his due face, including the prince, him, and even his half-sister, Mo Qiuliang.

So Lou Xun couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Mo Xuan dragged Lou Xun all the way to the top of the Gobi and suddenly muttered, "Bashan Chushui is desolate..."

Lou Xun had already thought of the second half of the poem, a moment of astonishment flashed in his heart, and he immediately cut it off: "...for now, a glass of wine will improve your spirit."

Mo Xuan ignored him, but continued to chant: "Bashan Chushui is desolate, abandoned for 23 years."

Lou Xun is the one who can't hear Mo Xuan dropping his book bag.

He always felt that Mo Xuan had a white face and a dark heart, and he was really ruthless towards him. The person who poked where it hurts the most, if he was more educated, he would be like a gentle scum.

Mo Xuan read it again in a low voice, turned around again, and asked softly: "Lou Xun, how much time do I have to live?"

Lou Xun was shocked, and pretended not to care, and joked softly: "You call it a good job, if you can't suppress it, you will die. At most, it's called a 'live', or the kind of life that is worse than death."

Mo Xuan refuted him, but just followed his words, and changed another way: "Okay, then how long can I live?"

Lou Xun took two steps back, looked at his face, and evaluated up and down: "Up to two months, not including the time you spent messing around."

Mo Xuan turned around, faced the cliff and said, "Then if I jump from here, how long will I have to live?"

As Mo Xuan said, he made a gesture to jump down.

Lou Xun hurriedly took his hand and begged for mercy: "My ancestor, please forgive me!"

Mo Xuan turned around, with a clear smile in his eyes, and said softly: "There shouldn't be time for a stick of incense."

Lou Xun: "Hey, you..."

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, and said relaxedly: "I haven't figured out how to die yet, if I want to die, I have to die in his arms."

Lou Xun swears that he has never been so thankful that Mo Xuan's madness is used on that person, so no matter how many adventures he takes, it is impossible not to satisfy his wish.

"General, doctor, it's time to go back. Vice-General Huang has something to ask for you."

Huang Zehao had been looking for them for a long time, and finally found them.

When Lou Xun remembered what he said about the cliff, he became afraid for a while, and pulled Mo Xuan down quickly.

☆, mountains and rivers (eight)

In Zhiguo's tent - Rong Mo supported his chin with one hand, while playing with the wooden sign with the other.

When he was bored, he had been studying and pondering over this wooden sign, almost to the point where he could sketch and copy the appearance of the wooden sign in his mind with his eyes closed.

The old carpenter’s rhetoric, I have repeatedly recalled it several times, and I can already recite it fluently: the wooden plaque made of golden nanmu, the ancient relics of more than hundreds of years, is probably completed in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China or earlier. work.

Moreover, the front of the wooden sign is engraved with two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, which were formed with one stroke of flamboyance and smoothness.

After flipping through the ancient books for the past few days, Rong Mo discovered that the engraved words read "Anzhi" and wrote "Anzhi".

And the back of the wooden sign is in the shape of two overlapping swords.

After Rong Mo roughly rubbed it, he found that these were two famous swords. One happened to fit in his waist, and the other was on Mo Xuan's body in the northwest.

One of these two swords is called Jiaoshi, and the other is called Qizhi.

It's just that the two swords engraved on the wooden plaque are a little different from the ones on him and Ziqing, that is, there are some differences in details.

Rong Mo studied for a while, and found that they were probably the two patterns in the changing Kong Mingsuo he saw that day.

Both patterns were engraved on the hilt of the sword. After checking it, Rong Mo found that they were the national emblem of the State of Zhi that Rong Qi had used in the first dynasty.

And it's not just these two patterns, every pattern that Rong Mo has ever seen has its origin, and is inextricably linked with Zhiguo.

Most of the others are various national emblems used in the past dynasties, which can be traced back to the generation of the Supreme Emperor, the father of the current emperor.

The remaining small part is: Rong Qi designed the logos for the princes of several palaces at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but they have never really adopted them. Blue tiles all use these patterns.

There are also the last two signs, which are neither the national emblem nor the symbol of royal power, but two very common words.

It is not written in ancient Chinese characters, but in a mixed font of thin gold and regular script that is commonly used in Zhiguo now—it seems to be in a transitional period, that is, it was written one to half a hundred years ago—two squares Big characters, "life" and "death".

The homonym of life and death coincides with the two most important gates of Chang'an City: "Sheng" and "Si".

Such a coincidence makes it difficult for Rong Mo not to be suspicious.

Rong Mo subconsciously pulled out Jiao Shi and put him beside him.Even knowing that this is just a poor imitation, Rong Mo still likes him very much.

However, the smile on the corner of Rong Mo's mouth was diluted a bit. If the Qizhi worn by the Seventh Prince is also an imitation, then it is said that he has owned this sword since he was a child and has been holding it in his hand for nearly ten years. Mo Xuan, who has always remembered the feel of his hand, how could he not be able to tell the truth from the fake?

unless……

An unbelievable idea appeared in Rong Mo's mind, although it was too much to believe, it was enough to explain all the inferences: Unless the Seventh Prince used only imitations since he was a child, the real ones have never been found.

In other words, the real product never really existed.

Rong Mo subconsciously pursed his lips, almost forming a smooth straight line.

He really needs to be calm and calm, recently being tormented by You Nian has given him a headache.

He has not rested for two or three days, and has really fallen asleep.

But how much of Xue Xiang's letter is true and how much is false, he can still be sure.

Maybe the words at the beginning and the end of it are bluffing, but when Xue Xiang talked about his success in refining the imitations of two famous swords, the tone he used was truly surprised and believed to be true. This is beyond doubt.

Anyway, after living with her for ten years, Rong Mo still has this confidence.

The biggest doubt in Xue Xiangxin's heart is not how "innately gifted" he is, that he could successfully refine two treasures when he was only 7 years old.

Although Xue Xiang's description was as detailed as possible, Rong Mo still felt that a corner was missing.

Because even he himself didn't know how Dan Ye made the sword hundreds of years ago, besides, Rong Mo searched the entire Zangshu Pavilion and asked many blacksmiths.

Even among the cabinet elders, no one knew about it.

How could it be such a coincidence?Rong Shu killed every veteran who might know about it.

Moreover, the most critical person in the whole matter is not necessarily himself, or the real His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but two other people, who happen to be related to the wooden box—the two national teachers are the masters of Mo Xuan Knowing life and confusion.

At first glance, the matter of refining a counterfeit was too bizarre, and it was easy to overlook the two people who played a role in the overall situation, knowing life and death.

For example, how did they know that the two swords refined by Rong Mo must belong to Qi Zhi and Jiao Shi.

After all, Zhishenghuoshi's task as the national teacher is to keep these two swords, and the others don't know the specific appearance of Qizhi and Jiaoshi at all.

So, as long as they open and close their upper and lower lips, they can confirm that this is Qi Zhi and Jiao Shi, which is the real... genuine product.

On a bigger scale, they were the ones who came up with the idea of ​​carrying these two imitations to escape, and they also took the sword away, and even Qin Shenghe, who only mastered the main secret, was also an apprentice taught by them.

Their behavior in this matter was too abrupt, and it happened that Rong Mo might be dead—this explosive news successfully overshadowed their deliberate actions.

After discovering this, Rong Mo had to admit that whether he was the real His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, or a real civet cat for the Crown Prince, seemed to be no longer important.

Rong Mo just wanted to go back to ten years ago, grabbing the collar of knowing life and confusing death, and questioning them: Is everything today planned by them, and they deliberately made things difficult for themselves.

He had to ask this question once, so that he would not feel any sympathy.

After all, they are really like the behind-the-scenes masterminds. Everyone is the cannon fodder for them to be used as gunmen in this farce.

But apart from the two of them, there are still some doubts about this matter, for example, is Qin Shenghe playing a white face or a red face in this scene?

Was he deliberately imprisoned in the sky prison to give them a good aftermath; or did he really kill the entire prison in a rage without knowing it?

And what about him?

Rong Mo had to ask himself, he was obviously deceived by life and death, and that's why he was such an unlucky person.

Then why did he keep silent and keep a secret for them, even if he knew that they had gone far away, he kept silent all the time.

Yes, after going through a series of deduction, Rong Mo realized that he was playing the most thankless role.

Not only was he betrayed by others, he may even be dead, but now he may have harmed another innocent person, and he is worrying about this thing that he didn't remember at all.

Besides, even if he was himself when he was young, Rong Mo was sure that he wasn't stupid enough to get into trouble for no reason and lose his grandfather.

Going deeper, to what extent did knowing life, confusion and death make me so confused that I would be willing to do so much for them?

In other words, Rong Mo's face gradually turned cold.

He clearly remembered that before Mo Xuan fell into despair, he had been raised by the two who knew life, confused and died together.

And compared to Zhisheng Huosi, who is said to be at least 50 years old if he is still alive, is Mo Xuan, who is only six years younger than him, more worthy of his trust?

Rong Mo has a lot of reasons to convince himself to believe in Mo Xuan, but now no matter how much he tries to excuse him, he can only feel the coldness all over his body.

No wonder, even Rong Mo knew that it was a scam, but Mo Xuan felt so guilty about himself.

It turned out that it was because my conscience discovered that he not only harmed me, but also lost my grandfather and mother, and all relatives who could depend on each other died, so I felt so guilty.

Then the "I love you" he said, is it not counted?Wouldn't it be a big joke to fall into his ears?

No, Rong Mo gave himself a sharp backhand slap, ordering himself to calm down quickly.

No, I can still judge how much sincerity Mo Xuan has given me.

His heart was real, and his love was heavy, but he didn't dare to make a conclusion about how much water was mixed in it.

It's just that if it's really what he thinks, and he only has guilt and hypocrisy for himself, Rong Mo will admit it.

Even if he really gave his heart and got nothing, he would admit it.

From ten and three to ten and eight, from ten and nine to double ten and four, I have occupied at least a quarter of his life, who has so much time to spend on people he doesn't like What about him?

Besides, Rong Mo is younger than him and can survive better than him, who is afraid of him.

Rong Mo thought about it again, and hope was rekindled.

As long as there are no accidents and if he doesn't die young, he will definitely live longer than Ziqing, a frail scholar who gets sick every day.

When you and him can survive until the end of the years, why don't you continue to grind?

After all, if he didn't like him, how could he be willing to accommodate him so much.

Regarding this point, Rong Mo can draw a conclusion this time.

So everything still has a chance, as long as you don't give up, you can always wait until this day.

Rong Mo has always been very patient, he can afford it and let it go, but if he doesn't like him, it doesn't matter to him.

Anyway, I will live longer than him. If he dies, I can still hold his ashes and continue to guard my thoughts.

Rong Mo stood up, put the wooden sign into his sleeve, took out another map, and began to write and draw.

They can no longer afford the cost and blow of losing a few more battles.

If You Nian is really curious about his plan, Rong Mo will not hesitate to let him know.

After Rong Mo finished writing the plan, he walked out of the camp and handed the map to the soldier who had already given it to him a few days ago.

The soldier frowned hesitantly, and called out in a low voice: "Your Highness, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Rong Mo had already guessed that if his plan got out, it would definitely cause an uproar.

So he was already mentally prepared to be rejected.

Rong Mo shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, without further explanation, he just lightly ordered: "Do it."

The soldier gritted his teeth, knelt down suddenly, faced a certain corner of Chang'an City, and kowtowed: "The children and grandchildren are unfilial, go."

After he finished speaking, he turned and wanted to leave.

Rong Mo stopped him again, and said seriously: "What is your name? If you never return, I will explain to your family. You are a person who was framed by my plan, not a spy. Not a traitor, but a dedicated hero."

It was just this one chance, if one more person went, they would become suspicious.

To put it bluntly, he is just a bait, and he will be bitten at any time.

Regarding this matter, Rong Mo did not dare to joke.

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled heartily: "My mother is Zhang Kui, my mother is currently living in the shelter. I hope His Highness will take good care of her."

Zhang Kui, Rong Mo was taken aback, and was about to call him back, but he left in a hurry.

Zhang Kui?Isn't he the younger brother of Ziqing's adjutant?

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☆, mountains and rivers (nine)

Zhang Kui put the map in his sleeve and walked a few hundred miles out of the capital. He slowed down a little, and his thoughts drifted away again: his brother died in battle a few months ago, and he Enrolled in the military.

There is no other reason, but I just want to thank His Royal Highness for his kindness to their family and even the people in the entire capital.

Those who join the army are not only provided with food and lodging, but also with military uniforms. Although the living conditions are a little worse, it is better than fleeing around or not having enough food and clothing like before.

The training was also very rigorous, and the selection for registration was also weak. Zhang Kui was barely qualified, so he got in.

Although the differences in family class are uneven, the relationship between comrades-in-arms is very harmonious, and several generals are also approachable.

Not only did he not have the slightest airs, he even trained with them and guided them personally.

Especially Yu Liang, the old general Yu, who is over half a century old, is still playful. He has the demeanor of a bandit in his speech and actions. Fire or something.

In short, it is quite interesting, and it can also hit the enemy.

Moreover, after enlisting in the army, in addition to being able to