Dog emperor, take your life!

Chu Yue who fell on the ground threw his sleeves angrily. Mo Ci's eyes dimmed, with a smile on his lips, he leaned on the bed, put one hand on his knee, and tapped his fingers together.

Shu Yun walked forward cautiously, just now he secretly touched Chuncai, and he still smelled like a woman.

As soon as he got to the bed, Mo Ci could smell it.

"Have you seen the spring colors?" Mo Ci's slender and slightly curled eyelashes were illuminated by the candlelight, adding a warm beauty to himself.

The normally sharp eyes softened at this time.

"My lord..." Shu Yun whispered softly, not daring to speak out.

Mo Ci has always disliked his subordinates being troubled by personal affairs, because he himself was defeated by emotions.

But this time Mo Ci didn't blame him, he could only remind him kindly: "When you meet, be careful that there are ears on the wall. In addition, you smell too strong of a woman, remember to take a shower and change clothes."

"Yes, Shu Yun always remembers the Lord's instruction." In fact, he had a hundred thousand reasons in his heart and wanted to ask Mo Ci to answer them.

For example, why did he agree with General Yan Qi to attack the Huns while he stayed in the palace, facing treacherous plots and a scheming emperor all day long.

For another example, why did he not refuse his initiative and even take the initiative to provoke him even though he was already disgusted to the point of wanting to please the emperor?

Seeing that Shu Yun frowned and relaxed, his facial expression changed again and again.

, Mo Ci knew that he had something to say.

"It's okay to talk about it," he said.

When Shu Yun heard this, he became bolder: "Does the Lord still have feelings for the Emperor?"

After asking this question, he took a step back in panic and lowered his head.

Meddling in the master's private affairs was a sinful act, and he was ready to be scolded and punished.

But Shu Yun didn't wait for Mo Ci to scold him head and face, nor did he hear the punishment of cutting off his limbs and tongue.

On the contrary, hearing Mo Ci's cold voice, he said without any fluctuations in emotion: "If you say that you are completely emotionless, I am afraid that only a god can do it."

He stroked his left wrist with his right hand, and took off the red rope that Chu Yue put on for him again.

"But my heart to kill him is far greater than my compassion for him." He turned his head and looked at Shu Yun and said, "You know, I am a person who will take revenge, not to mention that he betrayed me first, Dozens of people in the National Teacher's Mansion ordered him to kill if he said so."

"If I still have that unrealistic fantasy, wouldn't I be too cheap?"

Shu Yun lowered his head and took a sneak peek at Mo Ci. He didn't see the tears or the emotional fluctuations, so he continued to ask: "Then the Lord's behavior..."

"For the sake of my heart, for my family to see the light of day again, and for those who died because of me," Mo Ci calmly seemed to be telling others, "One cannot fall twice in the same place."

In the Wutou City camp, Yan Qi was playing with sand tables in the army tent and carefully planning the plan for the army to attack the city tomorrow.

"The Xiongnu have only been happy for more than ten years. If our army attacks the city, they will definitely lose without a fight."

Zhang Zeling, the son of Sanhe Zhang Rui Zhang Taifu, was pointing at the flag representing the Huns army, and said with disdain on his face.

He always felt that, except for Long Xia, people from other countries, tribes and ethnic groups belonged to barbarians.

They don't wear clothes, don't bathe, only eat wild boar, and don't seek talents.

Therefore, he believes that the Huns are nothing more than a group of "wild boars" with simple minds and well-developed limbs.

Yan Qi didn't feel that victory was just around the corner because of his words: "If the Xiongnu army can be dealt with so easily, then I would not be overthrown if I was lucky."

He ruthlessly dismissed Zhang Zeling's arrogant words.

But Zhang Zeling, who is also young and vigorous, is not reconciled to being just a lieutenant subordinate to Yan Qi.

"General Yan Qi has not started to fight, but he has the intention of retreating!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Qi with a provocative attitude.

Yan Qi on the battlefield was definitely not dangling like usual, he was not affected by Zhang Zeling.

"That is, compared with General Zhang's bravery, Yan is really incomparable."

With just this sentence, Zhang Zeling was so ironic that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

At this moment, Wu Xu walked into the military tent, intentionally or unintentionally cast a few glances at Zhang Zeling, whose cheeks were flushed beside Yan Qi.

He said with a smile: "Little General Yan, it's better to rest early, there is a tough battle to be fought tomorrow."

Yan Qi waved his hand, although the exhaustion in his eyes was evident, he still pretended to be extremely relaxed.

"It's because of the war tomorrow that I can't sleep." He turned his head and told Zhang Zeling, "The order goes on, and the garrison inside and outside Wutou City will be fully alert tonight, and the whistle will be rotated every quarter of an hour. post."

"Since the war is going to start tomorrow, why don't the soldiers have a good rest tonight? Only by recharging our energy can we have enough confidence to fight against the enemy."

Zhang Zeling was full of dissatisfaction. He didn't understand why the emperor and the national teacher let such a "stupid waste" command the army.

Yan Qi approached him suddenly, his domineering eyes forced Zhang Zeling to stagger a few steps back.

"What if the enemy takes the initiative to attack us tonight? Do you want countless soldiers to die in their sleep?"

After being defeated again, Zhang Zeling knew that he could not refute Yan Qi, and Yan Qi was regarded as his superior regardless of his official position or military rank. Life is at stake.

Looking at Zhang Zeling's fleeing back, Wu Xu couldn't help applauding. He walked up to Yan Qi and said with a smile, "The little general's style of acting is quite similar to that of the national teacher."

One look can frighten others, making them run away, and just a few words can make others speechless. If the national teacher Mo Ci is the number one, then this little general Yan is the second. .

When Yan Qi heard the word "National Teacher", he forced himself to suppress his thoughts, and then pretended to be modest and said: "The National Teacher is a great talent, Yan Qi never dares to compare with the National Teacher."

"Young general can bear it." Wu Xu took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yan Qi with both hands. here you are."

The signature on the envelope is: Mo Yanque.

Yan Qi has always been puzzled by Mo Ci's choice of the name, but until today, he realized that the moment he brought Mo Ci to the Yan family's military training ground that day, the two of them had formed an inseparable bond. fetters.

The hand holding the letter trembled, Yan Qi began to think what Mo Ci would write to him?Is it a strategy?Or show love?Or something else?

"Little general, why don't you open it and have a look?" Wu Xu on the side encouraged Yan Qi as if he knew the contents of the letter a long time ago.

Trembling, Yan Qi opened the envelope, there were four sheets of paper inside, and each chapter was filled with Mo Ci's delicate handwriting.

"When you see the enemy's weakness, you should win it in one fell swoop..."

"If we encounter the enemy, we will deploy our troops to see how to dismantle them. There are two reasons. First, you have thoroughly studied the enemy. Second, there may be someone in the army who is suspected of collaborating with the enemy..."

"The first one can change the strategy, the second one should be careful about the people around you..."

"May Yan Dasheng return, and there will be no need to welcome him..."

It took a long time for Yan Qi to put the four pieces of letter paper with nostalgia and strategies back into the envelope, and stick it carefully on his chest.

He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "It turns out that he misses me too."

What Yan Qi didn't know was that from today onwards, he would never receive a letter written by Mo Ci again.