On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Standing on the cusp of the storm, Mo Er couldn't laugh or cry, neither advancing nor retreating.

Mo Yi was obviously also on the spot, holding Mo Lu with one hand and protecting Linglong with the other. The people were so angry that they all knelt on the ground and begged him for orders.

"How to deal with this matter?" Mo Yi hesitated, asking for advice like an old priest.

The old priest was old, and he spoke a few words tremblingly, as if he was about to die every moment: "Let the judgment be made by the gods."

Mo Er watched coldly from the sidelines. The bull kings who participated in the sacrifice were carefully selected. If someone tampered with it, it goes without saying that that person must hate him to the bone.

And Mo Er thinks that the only person who can hate him so far is Mo Yi.

Even the way he looked at Mo Yi gradually became strange.

Not to mention Mo Er, even Mo Lu, who is as simple as Mo Lu, thinks that Mo Yi did it.

Mo Lu intentionally missed Mo Yi.Panyu City is only so big, and there is only one person who can have a conflict of interest with Mo Er. Mo Lu really can't think of anyone else.

Although she felt that it was justifiable in her heart, it was inexplicably disgusting to think that her elder brother would fall into the trap of using this method to frame others.

"How do you ask the gods?" Mo Lu asked bluntly.

She never believed in gods, if gods existed, why didn't they bless Ou Yue.

But Mo Er knew it early on, it was nothing more than chicken divination.

Sure enough, the old priest confirmed Mo Er's conjecture, as if possessed by a god, he uttered in a difficult tone: "Chicken bone divination."

The operation of chicken bone divination is not difficult. Find a dog with a black back and a white belly, and a rooster that has been raised for three years. After burning incense and worshiping, kill the chicken, boil the dog, and take out the eye bones separately after worshiping again. , Cracks will naturally appear on the bone, if the pattern resembles a human shape, it is auspicious.

The process of divination is simple, but it is not easy to find the things used for divination.

First of all, after years of wars, basically no one has raised chickens, even if it is less than a year, Mo Yi sent people to search all over the city and finally found it in an old woman's house, but the old woman was not at all moved despite her good words, and finally It was only half grab and half grab.

In addition, animals that have been raised for a period of time are spiritual. When the incense was burned, the old rooster seemed to have sensed it, and even shed tears. The faces of the phoenix people present were pale in shock, and even the priests were at a loss. Then he threw the knife directly.

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The bull king went crazy, the people panicked, and their nerves were tense, but the priest's behavior completely crushed their fragile spirits.

One or two felt that the sky was about to collapse, and saw that the scene was about to get out of control again.

Mo Er picked up the knife and cut it along the rooster's neck, the warm chicken blood spattered his face.

He returned the knife and handed it to the priest. The priest tremblingly accepted it, and it was wrong if he didn't accept it.

Mo Er's expression was gloomy and unclear, especially when he was smeared by blood, his facial features became sharp: "Priest, please!"

He was not in a tone at first, but the priest always felt that he was threatened, so he took the knife tremblingly. When the knife touched the rooster's body, he trembled all over. Take out the chicken bones.

The old priest took the chicken bone, soaked it in the water for half a moment, and then slowly took it out.

He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he seemed uncertain, so he looked at it twice, looked at the people waiting for his results, became even more uncertain, and stared at the chicken bone again.

"Good luck!" The old priest announced this sentence with all his strength.

Everyone on the spot exploded.

How can a fluttering auspiciousness match the grief, how can it make up for the anger.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count."

The same corner, the same voice, it should be the same person intensifying the conflict, Mo Er glanced at Mo Yi indiscriminately, it was really a good plan.

"What the gods said, it's hard for you to doubt it."

Mo Er is nothing more than a desperate situation, and the result of the divination just now should bet on all luck.

This sentence is not a refutation of refutation, but it makes people speechless.

Everyone fell silent, the Bull King Sacrifice could not be stopped, on the one hand because it was related to the spring seeds, on the other hand, it also begged that Ou Yue would be invincible this year.

It is the best spiritual comfort for the Ouyue people in times of wind and rain.

Mo Er wiped his face, the chicken blood was smeared all over his face, reflecting the blood color, it was a bit hideous.

"Old priest, let's continue the sacrifice." Mo Er's tone was indifferent.

"Drumming."

The old priest's eyes were a little more appreciative, but his hoarse voice was full of strength.

The scattered drummers took their positions again, and the dull sound of bronze drums spread throughout Panyu City with divine power.

It hit Panyu City one after another, and the soft and sacred tunes soothed the frantic hearts of the people in the city.

When the drumbeat reached its lowest point, Mo Er stepped onto the high platform again.

It's a bit miserable to celebrate the Ox King's birthday without the Ox King.

After a set of procedures was completed, Mo Er raised his eyes to look down, and the team ready to go out had been assembled.

"It's said that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son. The king Yu Xingshi, repair my spear."

A piece of "No Clothes", read it a bit emotionally, and Mo Er seemed to feel the thrill of fighting on the battlefield.

In the midst of thousands of troops, all kinds of pride dilute the love between children and children.

"My sons and daughters of Ouyue, whether you will live or die in this battle, I, Mo Er, will do my best here. I hope that next spring, I will be here to welcome you back to the city." Mo Er drank a glass of sake in one gulp, He brought out two drops of wine and landed on the clothes on Mo Er's chest, getting wet. He raised his hand and the wine cup fell down.

"set off!"

The soldiers who sent the order issued slogans, and Mo Er seemed to have seen Xiao Jin, and the soldiers went further and further away, not knowing how many people would be left next winter.

After sending away the generals who went on the expedition, Mo Er should also go to the Yue Palace to plead guilty.

However, he was stopped at the gate of the palace.

This year's Daliang offensive was extraordinarily ferocious, and the soldiers were desperate for their lives, rushing forward wave after wave, the front line was tight day by day, and rumors spread around the city that the gods had abandoned Ouyue.

At the beginning of May, the palace sent people to look for Mo Er.

Since the birth of the Niu King, Mo Er has become a marginal figure again, especially since King Ouyue has never seen him before, presumably because of Mo's good looks.

It was not yet dawn, and the palace knocked on the door.

Mo Er put on his clothes and met the visitor.

At this time, it was already hot, and the sweat on the head of the visitor, Mo Erfu, he couldn't even sit down, and paced back and forth in the hall.

Seeing Mo Erlian, he didn't care about etiquette, and held Mo Er's hand with one hand.

"Second Prince, something important has happened, quickly enter the palace." His hands were covered in sweat and it was freezing.

Mo Er's heart also skipped a beat, these few days he was always a little bit out of sorts, and always felt that something was going to happen.

Along the way, Mo Er insinuated and asked what happened.

The little eunuch who came had a tight mouth, and Mo Er couldn't open his mouth.

The carriage was speeding all the way, and when it reached the gate of the palace, Mo Er really understood the crisis of the matter.

The guards of the Palace of the Yue Palace were stricter than ever before, and Lao Guogong, who usually didn't even show his face, was supported to walk forward tremblingly.

Entering the Chongde Hall, Mo Er's heart trembled, Mo Er knew everyone present.

Mo Yi, several old princes of Ouyue are waiting in the hall.

But King Ouyue was not there.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Mo Er. Except for Mo Yi, all the people present were from Mo Er's uncle's generation. When these few gathered together, it seemed that Ou Yue encountered quite a lot of troubles.

Mo Yi didn't look at Mo Er, or he deliberately avoided Mo Er's eyes.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, and everyone was guessing what had happened. The old princes looked at their noses and mouths, and finally sighed heavily.

King Ouyue was supported by two eunuchs, he seemed to be struggling even to stand, his face was blue and black, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Everyone looked at him together. In fact, everyone had a guess in their minds. Maybe the city was lost, but they didn't think it was that far.

"The phoenix tree has fallen!" King Ouyue said with great difficulty.

Indus is the facade to the west of Ouyue. Once it falls, Panyu will be directly exposed to the firepower of Daliang's army.

"Impossible!" Mo Yi lost his voice.

The Lin family is not as good as washing the house, but it is also one of the best war gods in Ouyue.

The Wutong they guarded should be the least likely to fall. Even if Hezhou, which Xijia guarded, fell, Wutong would not.

And Mo Er always felt that things were more than that.

Sure enough, King Ouyue's next words drove Ouyue straight to the bottom of the valley.

"Wutong was slaughtered by Daliang." He paused, and then threw out an even more desperate news: "Hezhou has also fallen."

Even Mo Er thought it was impossible this time.

How could Hezhou fall in May with the ability to wash the patriarch.

"Patriarch Xi died in battle in Hezhou." King Ouyue saw everyone's concern, and he didn't know what kind of mood he had to say these words.

For a moment, Mo Er's mind went blank and he was in a trance.

Master Xi died in Hezhou, Wutong and Hezhou fell.

It's time for Ouyue.

Mo Er actually felt the sorrow of a rabbit and a fox dying. After calming down, he thought about it carefully again, and felt that it was still impossible. Patriarch Xi had never failed in the battlefield for most of his life, so how could he fall into such a situation.

There must be something in it, he waited for King Ouyue to give an explanation.

King Ouyue didn't know whether it was gratification or what, he glanced at Mo Er, then at Mo Yi, and heaved a long sigh: "Lin Qing rebelled against the enemy, opened the city gate to let the Liang people enter the city, and led the Liang people to meet the head of the Xi family. .”

Mo Er's first thought was that Lin Qing really blamed Xi's family.

The second thought was justifiable. In fact, he could see that Lin Qing was holding a grudge, but he was lucky and forgot to remind Patriarch Xi.

A trace of gratuitous resentment lingered in his heart.

Without Xijia, Mo Er didn't know where Ouyue should go, and maybe King Ouyue didn't know either.

He called them here, presumably to discuss countermeasures!

However, the Ouyue country is weak, and now the two big cities are lost, the commander is dead, and there are no soldiers and food, so there is no future.

"Uncle, do you still have private soldiers?" Although King Ouyue was exhausted, his aura of calm and prestige was still there. When he opened his mouth, all monsters and monsters had nowhere to escape.

"Ouyue is at the moment of life and death, at most three days, the soldiers of Daliang will attack the city of Panyu, if the uncles don't save them." These old princes more or less held some private soldiers in their hands. , this is not a secret in Panyu City, it's just that King Ouyue didn't think about it before.