The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

On the second day, the atmosphere in the entire camp became solemn, and people began to pack up one after another.

Chen Yuan came over to say goodbye early and left with her people. The whole camp suddenly became much emptier.

Mo Xiao stood in the middle of the tent. Mo Xiao stood there and let Qiuyue put on heavy armor on him.

Qiuyue looked solemn. After everything was sorted out, she took a step back, looked up at the tall and handsome emperor, pursed her lips, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's done."

Mo Xiao hummed, raised his hand to adjust his cuffs, then turned and walked out.

When he walked to the door, he found Qiuyue still following him, and frowned: "You don't have to follow me."

Qiuyue was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "I am entrusted by the Empress Chenfei to take good care of your majesty. I dare not leave my post without permission. Please allow me to go."

Mo Xiao's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "She asked you to follow me to the battlefield?"

Qiuyue choked and was speechless for a while. When she came to her senses, Mo Xiao had already left.

Qiuyue stood there for a moment, then turned around and grabbed the general who was walking by quickly: "Excuse me, do you have any clothes that fit me?"

The man was stunned: "You wear it? Girl, stop joking. How can a woman go to the battlefield?"

Qiuyue's face darkened, and she said coldly: "Just find the clothes when I asked you to. If you delay my work, can you afford it?"

The soldier was stunned by the fierce attack, and his morale suddenly weakened.

Everyone knew that this girl was someone that His Majesty cared for closely. If something was delayed because of him, he could not afford to offend His Majesty and be blamed.

After thinking for a while, the soldier said, "I do have a plan. I'll get it for you right away."

Qiuyue nodded and let him go.

A quarter of an hour later, Qiuyue had changed into the same clothes as the soldiers, and her long hair was tied up and hidden under her hat. At first glance, except for her slender figure, she could not be seen as a woman. Mixed in with a group of soldiers, no one noticed anything wrong.

At this time, Mo Xiao had already entered Tuoba Xuan's tent.

When he went in, Tuoba Xuan was sitting on a chair with his eyes half closed, looking half asleep.

In front of him, a scroll was spread out, half of it hanging from the table and onto the ground.

The brush dipped in ink was casually thrown on the ground, and the inkstone on the table had dried up again.

Tuoba Xuan had an untidy beard and messy hair. It seemed that these three days had drained away his spiritual energy, and he looked as if he had aged ten years.

Mo Xiao paused slightly, then continued to walk in, stood in front of the table, and lowered his eyes to admire the map of mountains and rivers placed on the table.

At first glance, Mo Xiao couldn't help but reveal a bit of amazement in his eyes, and blurted out: "Okay."

Not to mention what this picture means, just looking at the technical attainments of this picture, Mo Xiao dares to say that almost no one in the world can reach this level.

Tuoba Xuan previously said that he was good at painting beauties but not landscapes, and it turned out to be a lie. In fact, Tuoba Xuan's attainments in landscape painting were many times higher than those in painting beauties.

Looking at this landscape painting in front of us, those who claim to be masters would probably feel ashamed of themselves.

Even if Tuoba Xuan did not become the second prince, he would surely become famous just for his painting skills.

Mo Xiao raised his eyes to look at Tuoba Xuan, and praised him with a smile: "All the landscape paintings I have seen in my life are not as good as the one in front of me."