Recently, for some reason, a legend has suddenly arisen on the grassland.

It is said that Prince Wenren who was stationed in Luocheng liked to plunder all kinds of women and gave them to Qu Wenbing to make beauty lanterns.

These women have all kinds of identities, including top brothels, good girls from peasant families, and even daughters from rich families, including prairie princesses.

These rumors are really too unbelievable, and they have noses and eyes. Even the age of the girls and where they live are clearly stated and accurate.

Not only this, the Qiang Rong people always hear a song that comes with the wind when they herd horses and sheep. The song is related to this: "There are three good things in the Great Zhou Dynasty: Jiaoyunsha, Yiyangcao, and beauty lantern running."

No~ Jiaoyun gauze, the blood of the heart, woven with golden emerald threads like clouds; Yiyang grass, Ling cliff, Xiaoyao, who cares about the farmers' leisure time; beauty lanterns hanging on the wall, how to care about him, relatives weeping blood, cuckoos singing flowers? "

The song is vague and sad, and every word is like weeping and drinking hate, swaying in the wind and helpless, but it touches the heart directly.

After Ye Sanniang finished singing again, she leaned towards Shi Mo as if she had no bones, but her words were particularly sassy, ​​"What's the matter? Did you sing well?"

Shi Mo handed her a water bag and leaned to the side, "Men and women are not intimate, so don't come over."

His words made Ye Sanniang so funny that she couldn't stand up straight.

Her eyes were as crescent-shaped as she smiled, "Why is the young master so shy?"

"I told you, I'm not a young master. You don't have to take my kindness to save you seriously." Shi Mo was so irritated that he picked up a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, then he lay down on the grass hill.

go.

"I haven't cared about whether you are a young master or not." Ye Sanniang leaned closer to Shi Mo again and looked down at him, "The girls' families in Luocheng are much more open-minded than those in Haojing. Could it be that, Mo'er,

Still want me to take the initiative? That’s not to say I won’t..."

She muttered secretly, but Shi Mo pushed her head away. He was quite helpless, "When I rescued you, you seemed to be well-behaved. How come you are such a habit?"

"So Mo'er, do you like delicate and soft birds to cling to you?" Sanniang's eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with tears, and even her voice became a little softer.

"..." Shi Mo was silent for a moment, "You should just sing."

Ye Sanniang had no choice but to look at him again, and started singing again, but the voice was more sad and sad, which made Shi Mo's skin crawl.

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By the time this song reached the ears of Durle Khan Wan Anshu, almost all three-year-old children in the Qiang Rong community could sing this song.

Wan Anshu's three-layered chin trembled slightly, and he heard the people around him say, "Now it has spread all over the grassland. Wenren Xinchuan personally selected a group of beauties to send to Dazhou. Among them is Princess Mingyue..."

The man's voice became lower and lower, and until the end, he only glanced at An Shu and did not dare to say another word.

Wan Anshu's three-tiered chin trembled even more, and his eyes almost wanted to burst into flames, but he still managed to suppress the rising anger, "Let's wait and see, it's impossible to say that someone is secretly instigating it. Hearing this, Sichuan will not dare to

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However, before he finished speaking, another voice rang from outside the tent, "Father, someone who saw the bright moon in the Great Zhou Dynasty had his head made into a lantern and hung..."

Before Wan Tianying could finish speaking, there was a loud popping sound, and Wan Anshu threw his whole body on the carpet.

Holes were dug out of the magnificent felt carpet, and Wan Anshu's face twisted little by little, "Wenren Xinchuan! I'm going to make you pay the price!"

If Duerle wanted to dominate the grassland, he could only seek justice from Wenren Xinchuan.

The truth of the facts is not important. What is important is that Durle needs to prove his strength to the eight royal courts. And Durle currently does not have the strength to compete with Great Monday.

Then Wenren Xinchuan can only bear the blame...

Wan Anshu's sad and calculating face showed some shrewdness. He asked Wan Tianying below, "How are Mr. Kang's preparations now?"

"Mr. Kang has united the Nadar tribe and the Wuli tribe. Yunzhong Tiecen'er's intentions are unclear now. I'm afraid he wants to be the oriole who profits from it again." Wan Tianying sneered and wanted to help Wan An up.

Despite his huge figure, he was dragged back to the ground.

Wan Anshu simply sat on the ground and refused to get up. He narrowed his eyes, seeming to think of a certain petite figure.

"It doesn't matter, having Nadal join is a surprise. As for Yunzhong, he has always been unattractive. If I hadn't been too lazy to argue with a woman, I would have crushed the Yunzhong tribe sooner or later."

Wan Tianying lowered his eyes and said nothing, but the calculation in his heart became more and more clear.

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After Shi Jin was placed in Damtso, Yan Zichuan sent a letter to Luo Cheng.

When Qi Mojing received the letter from Yan Zichuan, his eyes flashed with some inexplicable light.

The thought that Shi Jin was still alive supported him to persevere alone, but there was always a vague fear in his heart that tugged at his heart.

if……

He turned the letter upside down on the table, stood up and walked to the window of the main room.

The fresh green passes through the screen window, reflecting a pale light and shadow. Under the shallow light, there are flies flying away from the dust, and the edges of their wings are dotted with golden light spots due to the sunlight. Even the tiny life reveals its vigorous vitality.

His fingertips were extremely cold, and his face was as indifferent and cold as ever. Only he knew that beneath his seemingly calm chest was a heartbeat that was gradually speeding up and almost out of control.

There was a large blank in Qi Mojing's mind, the blood on his lips was gone, and his ears were buzzing. If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would almost be unable to stand still.

Looking at the letter on the table again, he pursed his lips into a tight straight line. Even though the letter was close at hand, he didn't dare to walk over.

He suddenly raised his voice, with a bit of sharpness in his voice, "Shi Mo!"

The sound of quick and light footsteps came, and accompanied by the creak of the door, Shi Mo's unique clear voice came over, "Master?"

Half of Qi Mojing's body was shrouded in shadow, with only a section of her chin showing green stubble and half of her lips that had lost all color exposed.

That lock of white hair looked particularly quiet in the half-light and shadow.

His voice was so dry and hoarse that he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he still managed to say, "It's a wrong letter from Damu."

Shi Mo immediately understood what the second master meant.

He suppressed his slightly worried thoughts and tried to speak calmly, "Did you say something happened?"

Qi Mojing answered the question incorrectly.

He stretched out his hand to catch the sunlight, and his knuckled palm fell into the dusty light, "...I haven't dared to look at it yet."

He admitted that his daring, his cowardice, his shrinkage, and all his daring to face it all came from that elusive and nihilistic answer.

Shi Mo was startled and reached out to get the letter.

Suddenly, Qi Mojing's hand fell over.
Chapter completed!