Mo Lingfeng is contented in the world created by Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan tolerated her and indulged her, but he could not withstand her extraordinary energy. Mo Lingfeng often felt lonely, wandering in the deep Mo mansion.
She remembered that there were nine ancient trees in Jiusixuan, and she counted a total of 121 bookshelves in the study. In the corner of the passage from the study to the second hall, there was a blue brick with cracks like a spider web.
She was like a lawless prisoner, trapped in that world.
So she took it upon herself to add Cheng Ting, but that was not enough, she also included Wu Jin.
It's enough this time, it will get crowded if anyone comes in.
The dazzling sunlight stung Mo Lingfeng's eyes. She stopped thinking about the bloodstains and waited for a long time. It wasn't until the fierce battle came to an end that she picked up the knife and trotted over to face Jin Lu, who was no longer agile. The massacre began.
She was expressionless as she slaughtered with a knife. Unlike Yin Nan's excitement, there was no emotion in her heart.
These people are irrelevant, the blood and corpses are irrelevant, they are just part of her journey forward and will eventually be left behind.
After harvesting the lives of all the golden captives and beheading them, Feng Fan checked the injured, searched for food, weapons, and armor, abandoned the horses, and finally took off the things tied to the horses' legs and brought them back to Sanchuan Village.
They came like ghosts, and when they left they were heavily laden, still as powerful as the wind.
Knowing that the Jinlu army was behind them, they ran without even touching the ground. They only stopped briefly along the way to replenish food, water, rest, and change dressings for the wounded soldiers. Even their sleep was intermittent. I wished I could stay awake. Fly back to Sanchuan Village.
During the long run, Mo Ling was almost exhausted, and the soles of her shoes were almost worn out. She knew that others were carrying heavy loads, and it was even harder for her, so she did not complain about being tired, but just kept moving forward.
Feng Fan was closest to her, and he could often feel the hot flashes on her body. The sweat was dripping down her body, soaking into her hair and dripping down her still round chin.
He could see that Mo Lingfeng's shoulders were so thin that Jin Lu could crush them with one hand, and he was confused in his heart, wondering how such a young body could have such a steady flow of will and strength.
After a long journey of six days and five nights, the yellow sand under their feet turned into rough sand and gravel and hard yellow soil, and the vegetation began to grow green. The archers at the fort head were condescending and were the first to discover their whereabouts. He immediately sent the news to Zhong Jiaqing with the things he carried.
When the Sanchuan Village was boiling, Mo Lingfeng rushed into the village like gunpowder, and rushed into his house. He didn't have time to take off his shoes, raised his legs and knelt on the bed, and dragged a crane cloak that Mo Qianlan had used. , the whole head was buried in it.
There was a ringing in her ears, her vision went black, the breath in her throat smelled of dry blood, there was a tearing pain in her chest, her legs were heavy and weak, and only her heart was left in her chest. It was beating violently.
Her dirty face was pressed into the crane cloak, and Mo Qianlan's scent embraced her, making her cry out of grievance.
"Brother, I'm so exhausted."
After rubbing hard again, she quietly said coquettishly: "Brother, we killed a team of iron pagodas. I must be very powerful."
The crane cloak gently wrapped her face, containing her sweat and dirt.
She rubbed her face against the clothes for a long time, then slowly got up, sat down on the chair, and shouted like a bell: "Yin Nan, I want to drink water! I want to take a bath!"
Yin Nan was already drinking in the water tank in advance. When he heard Mo Lingfeng calling, he immediately came in with a pot of tea and filled the tea cup.
Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand and drank it in a gulp. He drank three bowls in a row until his stomach was bulging and he made a squeaking sound when he walked.
"Girl, General Zhong said he would have you go to the central tent for dinner in half an hour."
Mo Lingfeng untied his braid and patted the yellow sand in it. At the same time, he felt terrible: "I want to take a shower."
Half an hour later, Mo Lingfeng had a new look. His hair was half-dried and tied into a corner bun. He wore a light gauze shirt underneath and a light armor that was no longer than the knee and no longer than the elbow. He went to the central tent to meet Zhong Jiaqing.
Before entering, I heard a series of responses from inside. Several soldiers came out one after another and went to the two villages at the rear to ask for soldiers. They also took the things captured on the legs of Jin Lu's horse and quickly went to Gaoping Village to deliver the message.
While Mo Lingfeng was waiting outside the door, Feng Fan also came. He was also wet from the wash and looked calm. After entering Sanchuan Village and returning to Zhong Jiaqing, he immediately felt relieved and no longer panicked. He was unsure whether his Yintang I don't care if it turns black.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the two of them were summoned. After entering, they saluted to Zhong Jiaqing. Without waiting for Zhong Jiaqing to praise the two of them, they immediately sat around the table, each picked up their chopsticks, and without squinting, inserted them into the In a big pot of mutton.
Mo Lingfeng picked up a large piece of mutton, opened his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.
She was very hungry, but she didn't gobble it up. After swallowing the mutton, she grabbed a soft steamed cake and asked Zhong Jiaqing for a plate of sugar.
Zhong Jiaqing was filled with joy at this time. He was very pleased with her. He immediately waved his hand and asked the soldiers to go to the rear camp and ask for a plate of sugar. Seeing Mo Lingfeng eating steamed cakes dipped in sugar, he couldn't help but cover his cheeks and help her. toothache.
After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, Mo Lingfeng burped into the empty sugar plate, and Zhong Jiaqing blurted out his words of praise.
He first said that Feng Fan had the style of a general, with both wisdom and bravery, and could lead a city's forces to destroy a group of Jinlu Iron Pagodas. Then he said that Mo Lingfeng was indeed not an ordinary little girl. She was smart, brave, and careful. He also said Would any ordinary girl dare to steal his horse for breeding?
I don't dare, so Mo Yefeng is indeed different.
Feng Fan's face turned red and he was embarrassed to be modest about the tea cup in front of him. Mo Lingfeng accepted the compliments openly and ignored it.
After Zhong Jiaqing finished his praise, he felt very comfortable and waved for them to go out and have a rest. When others came back, they could draw the map. Feng Fan stood up and retreated, but Mo Lingfeng stood still.
"What?" Zhong Jiaqing looked at her, "Aren't you full?"
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He thought about the size of the table just now. If Mo Lingfeng's belly was a bottomless pit, he was indeed not full.
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "General, have we made a great contribution?"
"It's indeed a great achievement," Zhong Jiaqing saw the gluttonous look on her face and knew she was here to ask for something, "What do you want, just tell me."
"Commander."
With a "pop" sound, Zhong Jiaqing spit out all the tea in his mouth, put down the tea cup, coughed loudly, groped around his body with both hands, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the dripping tea on his beard.
He looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Do you think the commander's cough looks like cabbage?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it, so I used the Iron Buddha Tu in exchange."
Zhong Jiaqing felt as if he was laughing or laughing, but half-smiling and half-angry, he saw a bit of a shallow child in this little thing, thinking that with his meager strength, he could turn the world upside down.
Poor, lovely, pity.
(End of chapter)
