Every world I die young

Mu Jiayan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, um, he was angry, and he didn't know why he was so angry, he was obviously not so angry when he heard about Yunying before.

Mo Yinglan looked at the little emperor with a smile on his face, and was in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, that humble minister has retired."

Mu Jiayan was depressed, and gave him a cool look, but didn't speak any more.

After Mo Yinglan left the imperial study, he hugged his head and sulked indignantly. Mo Yinglan left the palace refreshed and returned to the prime minister's mansion, where he attracted Huo Qi.

Huo Qi silently knelt on the ground and listened to Mo Yinglan's arrangements and plans. At the end, he finally said awkwardly, "My lord, if I go to Mancheng to assist General Du in disaster relief, will it be difficult to return to the capital?"

Mo Yinglan stared at him in a daze, Huo Qi said in a deep voice: "The villain will leave next week, please take care, Lord Wan."

Mo Yinglan turned her head to look at him, her tone suddenly relaxed, "You have to be very careful, this trip will definitely not go smoothly."

As expected, Mu Jiayan agreed with Mo Yinglan's opinion.

A week passed by in a hurry. On the day Huo Qi left, there was a faint drizzle in the sky. The clouds in the capital were low-pressure and gloomy. It seemed that a storm was brewing.

The border town of Man City is thousands of miles away from the capital, and there is a mountain lake between the two cities. Huo Qi, together with other rescue teams sent by the emperor to Man City, walked for more than a month before reaching the city. The edge of the Mancheng.

Before entering the city, the exhausted team was ambushed and suffered heavy casualties. Few people escaped to Mancheng alive.

Du Shouqi, who was staying in the barracks to study how to reasonably arrange disaster relief, received a report from his subordinates and rushed to a small stream where the incident happened, the dust had already settled.

The meandering stream was stained red with blood, and the banks of the water were full of corpses. Most of them were rescue teams from the capital, and a few were assassins in black.

The entire meadow along the stream was full of blood, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, which was extremely tragic.

As expected of Du Shouqi, who spent most of his life on the battlefield, and having seen the world, he was calm and composed, and he calmly ordered the accompanying soldiers, and delivered instructions one by one in an orderly manner.

Huo Qi woke up leisurely on the specially vacated hospital bed in the military camp. His body was wrapped in light red bandages all over his body, his left hand was severed at the wrist, and his body suffered countless stab wounds and arrow wounds.

Upon hearing the news that Huo Qi had woken up, Du Shouqi immediately put down his work and went to visit him immediately.

Facing Du Shouqi's barrage of questions, Huo Qi smiled bitterly, his lips were chapped and peeling, "General, I really don't know anything, and it happened to be before the sun rose in the early morning, and everyone was the most exhausted and the weakest. At that time, there were a large number of thieves, all of whom were dressed in black and all of them were armed with sharp blades, and we didn't react at all, and there were already heavy casualties."

Du Shouqi frowned, but his eyes were mournful but burning, "How could this be! Well, how did you escape?"

Huo Qi lowered his head and said, "I immediately jumped into the stream."

Du Shouqi retorted on the spot, "Impossible, the creek is extremely shallow, and the deepest part is only one foot deep, so there is no way to escape."

"The general's vision is indeed vicious. That's right. With my physique, a small stream naturally cannot provide any shelter."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "Actually, the main reason... is to rely on the cover of my companion's corpse in the stream to barely deceive the thieves and escape."

Du Shouqi stared at him closely, but found no flaws. After a long while, he said, "You should take a good rest and ask for anything."

Huo Qi raised his eyes, his brows and eyes were indifferent, and he said softly: "General Du, I want to send a letter."

Du Shouqi was silent for a long time, "Yes."

In the far north, the capital.

It has been more than three months since Huo Qi left, and the time has come to winter, and it has been almost a year since Mo Yinglan came to this world. From the initial discomfort, she has adjusted now.

Fighting wits and courage with the little emperor for so long, I don’t know how many brain cells were consumed. The stingy and stingy little emperor gave him a total of 30 favorability points. This is not counting the ups and downs in the middle. It can be called a sad history of Raiders.

The reluctance left a good image in the little emperor's heart that although he was presumptuous and arrogant, he was wholeheartedly concerned about the country and the people.

However, because the favorability value is still not high, the main task has not been refreshed, and there are two random tasks, which are to ensure that Mu Jiayan's wife is married smoothly and to transfer Huo Qi away from the capital. After the points required for the Fascinating Halo, it became -50 points.

Alas, Mo Yinglan has to admit that the points are not enough, and she still has a long way to go.

It was early morning, and Mo Yinglan was taking a nap in the small pavilion in the back garden as usual, when a young servant hurried over with an anxious expression on his face.