I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Before Luo Qianhuai could answer, Wei Cang knelt down with a plop and took out a sheathed dagger from his arms. He raised his hands above his head and said, "My lord, Wei Cang is guilty!"

Mo Luo Qianhuai's eyes fell on the dagger.The scabbard was made of an unknown animal's leather, which was yellowish and black; the handle was wrapped with circles of black cloth, without any decoration - there really was nothing special about it.

Mr. Mo was also looking at it, but his expression was extremely complicated, with nostalgia, sadness, and other things mixed in. It was difficult for Luo Qianhuai to understand them all.

Mr. Mo stood up, walked in front of Wei Cang, reached out and took the Sun Shadow, but his voice was so calm and impersonal: "Tell me. Why is it in your hand."

Wei Cang lowered his head and said nothing.

Luo Qianhuai couldn't tell that there must be a story hidden in this dagger.However, she has no hidden ideas, she just hopes that she can succeed in withdrawing the reward this time.

This was a somewhat reckless attempt, and she already regretted it.I thought I could get rid of the robbers who were manipulated by the system, but in the end, I was first suspected by Mr. Mo, and then implicated the innocent Chi Yu Wei Cang.

If I had known this, it would be better to let the system enforce it and secretly take things away.

The atmosphere in the room was still solemn, but Luo Qianhuai didn't want to wait any longer.

She felt a little inexplicably upset. Seventy percent was because the system wanted to reward her for trouble because she had nothing to do, and the other third was because she was impatient because things didn't go her way.

She didn't know where the courage came from, so she grabbed the Sun Shadow Sword from Mr. Mo's hand, took it out and took a look, and her eyes froze instantly.

It turned out that the dagger was made of a piece of brass and had an irregular shape. It could just barely look like a dagger. It probably hadn't been polished for many years, and it didn't look sharp. It was probably fine for peeling fruit. Don't think about anything else.

Such a dagger, which was shoddily made from the inside out, could be sold for five bucks and no one would want it, but it could be given to the system as a reward for itself.

Luo Qianhuai sneered in his heart. He didn't want to hear what Mr. Mo and Wei Cang said about secrets. He just wanted to leave quickly and go back to sleep, so he simply called up the system: "Start withdrawing rewards."

"This reward issuance adopts the self-withdrawal mode. In view of that! The reward withdrawal was successful."

The result was exactly as Luo Qianhuai had guessed. As long as she obtained the relevant items in advance, she could be exempted from enforcement.

But for some reason, Luo Qianhuai always felt that something was wrong with the sound of the system just now, as if there was a hint of annoyance added to the flat electronic sound.

It's just that this annoyance was very light and fleeting, so she just thought that she was being too worried.

Luo Qianhuai's actions successfully diverted the attention of the other two people to himself.She forced a smile and said: "I have heard of this Sun Shadow Dagger somewhere before, so I have always remembered it. Since I have seen it just now, it is enough to satisfy my subordinates' curiosity."

As she spoke, she put the crude dagger back into Mr. Mo's hand: "My previous words and deeds are all worthy of my due. I am satisfied with the gold bestowed by the Lord, and I don't dare to ask for more - time will come soon." Morning, please allow me to excuse myself."

Mr. Mo watched Luo Qianhuai sneak out quickly like a fox with a tail on fire, without saying another word.

<divclass="contentadv">Wei Cang, who had previously pretended to be dead, now came back to life: "My lord, I just can't bear it."

"Forget it." Mr. Mo put away his dagger: "This matter is over now, no one should mention it again."

Shangguan's house in Xijing.The head of the family, Shangguan Jing, who had reached the age of knowing his destiny, sat in front of the desk, staring at the note in his hand, his expression changed several times, and he remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Who else knows this news?"

"Mr. Feng from Jizhou Prince's Mansion happened to be present when the incident happened. His subordinates tried their best to protect him and escaped, hiding in a village on the outskirts of Beijing. Do you think we should escort him back to Yanjing as soon as possible?"

"Mr. Feng was robbed and killed by bandits on his way back to Jizhou." Shangguan Jing said indifferently: "It is a pity that none of the royal guards he brought with him survived."

"I understand, I promise to make everything perfect." The person kneeling below responded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Shangguan Jing again.

"Remember, no word about the destruction of the Death Soldier Camp should be leaked, especially not let Jizhou get any information."

"But sir." The subordinate asked hesitantly: "The reconstruction of the Death Soldier Battalion is far from an overnight success. If that person wants to borrow manpower in the near future, what will we do?"

"How is the contact with Lu Fei?" Shangguan Jing asked in a deep voice.

"The other party is already interested. As long as he works harder, he will probably succeed."

"Very good." There was a little color on Shangguan Jing's face, and his voice was not as hoarse as before: "That Meng Ju doesn't know how to praise, but the knights below have their own ideas. Go and contact him in person, he Whatever you want should come down, and we must get things done as soon as possible.”

The subordinate left in response. Shangguan Jing stood up and paced back and forth in the study room for a few steps. Then he let out the bad breath in his chest and laughed softly:

"I really underestimated you, Yu Chu." He laughed and patted the mahogany bookshelf gently: "It's just that you can only go so far. I want to see, without the support of Meng Opera, How long can you survive?"

At the same time, Fenyang Palace.Fenyang King Yu Shouzheng was furious:

"There are so many people enshrined in the mansion, and they are all said to be masters - but they are just following a group of rough rangers, and yet they can be lost - they are all trash!"

"Your Majesty, calm down." The chief steward of the palace walked forward and said cautiously: "But Du Mo is not an ordinary person. Although he is not skilled in martial arts, he is the sworn brother of Meng Ju. I heard that he is a man of righteousness and wealth. That kid has a good reputation among rangers and gangsters, so there are many experts around him who volunteer to serve."

"So such a low-profile person dares to openly challenge the emperor and nobles and kick his muddy legs into my face?" Yu Shou gasped, his fat face turning red.

"They have also said that they don't dare to be enemies with the palace. Even if they see something, they don't dare to talk about it. It's better to wait for a few days to get the antidote before making plans."

Yu Shou was not a fool, so he naturally knew that this was the only way he could do it at the moment. While he was pondering, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the hall. Someone rushed in in panic. There was a long knife mark on his back, dripping with blood:

"My lord, something is wrong!"