Mr. Fu ran away again today

When Mo Chen returned to the tent, he saw that there was only food and no wine. It seemed that Fu Chuxi was serious. I'm afraid he really wanted to say goodbye to his precious wine for a while.

As a result, Mo Chen just took a bite, and suddenly, his eyes lit up instantly.

In the corner of the tent was the jar of wine that he had brought in the morning. At that time, Mr. Fu saw that he had to throw it on the ground. At this moment, the jar of wine was glistening.

Island owner Mo was so excited that he hurriedly ran over, knelt down and carefully picked up the jar of wine, first sniffed it, and then took a sip to his mouth.

After taking a few sips happily, Island Master Mo hugged the wine jar happily. He wandered around the room for a long time, and finally found a safe place to hide—under the bed.Afraid of being discovered, he put on the wolf fur hat that he seldom wears when he goes out.

After the meal, the contented island master Mo adjusted his breath for a while, lay down and fell asleep after the breath adjustment, and didn't wake up until dinner time.He went to Fu Chuxi's tent for dinner, and waited until it was completely dark before going to see Prince Beidi.

Prince Beidi was imprisoned in an iron cage with iron shackles around his neck and wrists.The iron prison cage was as tall as a person, but it seemed very crowded after containing a burly Prince Beidi.

Murong Yuan is less than 30 years old this year, but the beard on his face makes him look like he is in his thirties.

When Mo Chen entered, Murong Yuan was sleeping on the cage without even lifting his eyelids.

Mo Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him either, he was sitting on a chair with his sword in his hand.

That night Beidi really sent people to rescue people, and they came several times, most of them were solved by Yang Lang's people, only two or three got into the tent, but they couldn't avoid Mo Chen's sword.

This tossing and tossing did not stop until dawn, when the east was showing its belly white.

Mo Chen took advantage of the daylight to go back and touch the wine pot to drink. Murong Yuan might have smelled the wine, and the prisoner who had slept peacefully all night opened his eyes and looked at him.

Although Mo Chen was fond of wine, he was never stingy with drinking with others, so he asked Murong Yuan to bring a bowl of water from the prison cage and pour him a bowl of wine.

Murong Yuan drank the wine in the bowl, put the bowl on the cage and let Mo Chen pour him another bowl.

After drinking three bowls of wine in a row, Murong Yuan finally said the first sentence: "You are not from the military camp."

Mo Chen was also frank: "It's really not."

Murong Yuan said again: "You look like a knight-errant from the Central Plains."

Mo Chen smiled, didn't answer, just continued to add wine to him through the iron cage.

"I heard that knight-errants never serve as lackeys of the imperial court." Murong Yuan said again.

"It's said that cannibals have short mouths and soft hands when grabbing people. You Beidi people can still swear at others while drinking other people's wine. Tsk tsk, don't waste my wine." Mo Chen raised the wine jar and drank it by himself.

After Murong Yuan finished drinking the wine in the bowl, he didn't ask for it, he looked at Mo Chen and said, "You can't lock me up."

Mo Chen nodded: "That's natural, so are you going to perform a transformation into a butterfly and fly away? Or do you expect your gang of trash to come and save you? Just like the gang of trash tonight?"

Murong Yuan said in a deep voice: "In a few days, the news that I was arrested will reach the ears of my little brother, and he will come to rescue me."

Mo Chen was aroused by him a little curiosity: "Your little brother is very good?"

Murong Yuan looked proud: "Although he is Han, he is the most powerful swordsman in Beidi, and a fearsome lone wolf in the desert."

Mo Chen was startled: "Molang?"

"Do you know him?" Murong Yuan was quite surprised, "Haha, I remembered, my brother went to the Central Plains a while ago and disrupted your Central Plains martial arts sects. It's not surprising that you know him."

"I've heard of Molang, he is indeed a very powerful swordsman." Drinking his wine, Mo Chen pretended to calmly repeat Murong Yuan's words, "But he is also a member of the rivers and lakes, how could he be your lackey of Beidi court? "

"He's not a running dog! He's my Murong Yuan's brother!" Murong Yuan said angrily.

Mo Chen smiled, with a look of disbelief: "I heard that Mo Lang has always been a loner and has no friends. You must have spent a lot of money to get him to do things for you, right?"

"Fart! I saved his life! Even if I don't give him any benefit, he will come to save me!" Murong Yuan smashed the iron cage angrily.

"Oh, let's have your dream! Who will believe it?" Mo Chen stood up and stretched his waist, "It's dawn, I should go to sleep."

Mo Chen finished drinking the remaining wine in the wine jar, threw the jar outside the tent, and went straight to the main tent.

Fu Chuxi had already ordered that Mo Chen didn't need to report when he came, so he no longer had to go in and get acupuncture first.

It was just dawn, and the lights in the room had already been turned off, and Fu Chuxi hadn't woken up yet.

Mo Chen hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't want to go over and wake Fu Chuxi up. Seeing that the brazier was about to go out, he sat beside him and added some charcoal to make the fire hotter.

When Yang Lang entered the tent with the medicine in hand, he saw Island Master Mo sitting beside the table drinking tea, and when Yang Lang came in, he nodded slightly to Yang Lang, and Yang Lang also nodded in return.

"Your Highness, it's time to take the medicine. After taking the medicine, continue to sleep." Yang Lang walked to the bedside and said.

Fu Chuxi woke up and was supported by Yang Lang to get up and take medicine.

Fu Chuxi sat up, took the medicine bowl and finished drinking the medicine, and asked, "Did anything happen last night?"

Yang Lang took the outer robe on the side and put it on Fu Chuxi, saying: "Everything is safe. Several waves of people came from Beidi, but they were all taken down."

Fu Chuxi said: "That's good, don't relax today. Go and let Mo Chen rest earlier, he has injuries, and he watched Murong Yuan all night..."

Yang Lang glanced at Mo Chen, who was drinking tea happily after listening to Fu Chuxi's words: "Island Master Mo came to your place as soon as dawn."

Mo Chen brought over a cup of tea that had been cooled down, handed it to Fu Chuxi and said, "Mr. Fu, take a sip of tea and drink the bitterness."

Yang Lang said: "It's Your Highness."

Mo Chen pretended not to hear, and asked Fu Chuxi to take a sip from his hand.

"Your Highness, sleep a little longer?" Yang Lang asked.

Before Fu Chuxi could speak, Mo Chen said, "Don't sleep yet, I have something important to talk about." Mo Chen put the teacup back and said, "What are you going to do with Prince Beidi?"

"Yesterday, I sent someone to the capital to hand over the paperwork, and I have to wait for the capital to make this decision." Fu Chuxi said, "But according to the emperor's temperament, it is likely to be escorted back to Beijing to negotiate with Beidi."

Mo Chen sighed: "Then this will be troublesome."

Fu Chuxi could hear the worry in his tone, and asked, "What else happened last night?"

Mo Chen said: "I chatted with Prince Beidi, he said that he has a brotherhood of swordsmen who will come to rescue him."

Yang Lang laughed after hearing this: "Why? Island Master Mo still afraid of other swordsmen?"

Mo Chen's eyes were complicated: "It's fine if it's someone else, his brother is A Lang—oh, it's Mo Lang."

Fu Chuxi was startled: "Are you sure?"

Mo Chen said: "Prince Beidi said it, we need to check if it is true. I will write a letter, and you send someone to pass to Hall Master Ma, and ask him to check Alang's movements. If it’s coming towards the outside of the pass, then you really have to be careful.”

Yang Lang has been following Fu Chuxi all along, so he also knows about the last time Mo Chen lost to Mo Lang in the martial arts competition. It is said that Mo Chen's merciful sword was moved up by three points, and Mo Chen was merciful to save Mo Chen's life.

If Molang came to rob the prisoners, even if they had 80 people, they would not be able to stop them.

For a moment, there was silence in the tent.

Mo Chen went to the case and wrote a letter with Fu Chuxi's pen and paper, stamped his private seal, folded the letter and handed it to Fu Chuxi.In the letter, he not only asked Hall Master Ma to investigate A Lang's movements, but also asked him to withdraw all those who were looking for Mr. Fu, and passed his order to appoint Zhao Xuan as the chief financial officer.

Mo Chen finished writing the letter and sealed it in an envelope. Fu Chuxi asked Yang Lang to find someone to deliver the letter quickly.

Mo Chen said: "If Prince Beidi's last bargaining chip is really Ah Lang, then we'd better act earlier, can we just set off and escort them back today? This way, when Ah Lang receives their news, we can't catch up with them again." up."

"I can't leave without my father's personal order." Fu Chuxi said, "I can only wait for the news from the capital... Now I can only take one step at a time."

Half a month later, news came from the capital that the emperor ordered Li Wang to escort Prince Beidi back to Beijing, and at the same time, he invited General Zuo, who was about to retire and return home, to guard the border.

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Add more tonight~ Congratulations on the end of the February Liuhua high school entrance exam~(＾U＾)ノ~YO (This chapter is too plot-heavy, and the next chapter will have intimate interactions)