Dog emperor, take your life!

Yan Qi felt sour when he heard Wu Xu's words.

He had heard a little about Mo Ci's past.

When he was young, he witnessed the killing of his relatives and the massacre of his clansmen, and was then brought back to Baisi by the first emperor.

Following the old general Xu Kaitai in and out of the battlefield, he experienced the impermanence of life and death prematurely, and was immersed in the hatred of killing the clan.

Although Old General Xu treated him like his own son, it was not easy for a young man whose parents had died to come out of his hatred.

The young Mo Ci Zeng was full of hatred and a smiling face, pretending to be a high-spirited and willful look all day long, but no one knew how many murderous intentions and ambitions were hidden behind his smiling face.

For the elder Mo Ci, when the old tree bloomed, Chu Yue gave him the ultimate warmth, making his life forever bright, but also gave him the heaviest blow, making him want to sleep forever. survived.

Thinking of this, Yan Qi raised his eyes and looked at Wu Xu: "Then do you know why the relationship between the Holy Majesty and the National Teacher has become what it is now?"

Wu Xu turned around and wanted to go out of the tent, but perhaps he thought of something, he turned around and said, "Because of doubt, of power, and of the world."

"Because of doubt, because of power...because of..."

Yan Qi savored this sentence carefully, and when he wanted to ask another question, he found that Wu Xu had been away for a long time.

"Little General, the Holy Majesty has sent [-] more elite soldiers and strong generals, and you are limited to take Lexi within one month." The urgent letter has been delivered to the barracks just now, Yan Qi took the letter, but did not rush to open.

"Taking Le Xi within a month, His Majesty wants us to go back for New Year's Eve."

Shi Shi took Yan Qi's hand, looked at it again and again, and then said excitedly, "Can you do it with this hand?"

Yan Qi rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't there still you here!"

"No, no, no! I can't! I can't!" Shitou put out flowers with both hands, "I can do it when it comes to force, but I can't do it when it comes to commanding an army."

"How is the investigation of the group of people in charge of armaments?"

It was impossible for the reins to break for no reason, and they had already undergone strict inspections before going out. Even if there was a problem, it was impossible for Yan Qi to appear on Yan Qi by such a coincidence, let alone he was the main battle general.

There is only one thing, that is, as Mo Cixin said, there are villains around him.

"It's being investigated, but nothing should be found," Shitou said.

"Why?"

"The bridle has been burned by the military officer since your accident, and it has already turned into ashes."

"Then check with the military officer!" Yan Qi said angrily, holding his left hand.

He stood in the tent, but his heart flew to Baisi, the capital of Longxia thousands of miles away.

This kind of personal longing made him want to end the war as soon as possible so that he could go back and meet Mo Ci, but he always felt something was wrong recently.

In the past month, except for receiving a letter from Mo Ci after he arrived in Wutou City, he has no news.

During this period, he also tried to write to Mo Ci, but he was stopped by Wu Xu repeatedly. The reason was that he wanted to focus on "winning the battle" and not worry about others.

He asked Wu Xu why Mo Ci left him a letter that looked like a "trick in the bag".

Wu Xu only said that Mo Ci was worried that he would be impulsive when things happen, but now that he thinks about it, it may be far more than a simple trick.

Yan Qi took out the letter that he kept carefully from his bosom, and laid it flat on the desk.

"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..."

Seeing this, the corner of Yan Qi's mouth inadvertently raised a slight arc.

But then the last piece of paper said: Ruyan returned and I am no longer here, I hope to find another lover to accompany me, Mo Yiquan will rest in peace.

! !

He was so excited that day that he didn't read the letter...

Yan Qi grabbed the last piece of paper, almost glued his eyes to it, and then suddenly woke up from the dream.

He tightly pinched the wrinkled paper, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his cheeks were flushed.

It took him a long time to slow down.

"The letter from the national teacher...could it be..." Shitou's eyes widened, and he hesitated.

"He is explaining his funeral, to be precise, he is arranging my whereabouts after his death."

Yan Qi slumped on the ground powerlessly, no matter how the stone tried to comfort him, he remained motionless.

"Tell me, what exactly does he want to do?"

"Don't think too much, after we finish the war, you go back and ask him."

"But if he can't wait for the day when I triumph, or if I die in battle..."

It was the first time for Shitou to see Yan Qi so distraught, but this was the most incomprehensible to him. He didn't think that Yan Qi should or should be related to Mo Ci.

From the bottom of his heart, he doesn't want Yan Qi to fall in love with Mo Ci, because these two people are on different paths.

One is the general of the defending country who wants to fight on the battlefield, and the other is the current national teacher who is in charge of the court. There are too many conspiracies and tricks and too many uncertainties hidden here.

"Think for the best. If you really want to, you might as well take the initiative to write a letter to him."

If you wait, Shitou is afraid that Yanqi will not be able to hear from Mo Ci until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

Babai rushed to send a message, just to ask a question: How are you doing these days?

Everyone in the world knows that the young general is delusional, but they don't know that the people who are thinking about the general are also thinking about him.