On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

On Linglong's face, there is an indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Mo Yi also knew that he had spoken too seriously, and wanted to make up for it, but he had nothing to say. The matter between Linglong and Lin Qing was a knot in his heart that could not be untied.

He chuckled, and the laughter came out of his nose, and he dismissed it like that: "Then what are you doing for?"

"I am worthy of the world, I am worthy of you, and I am worthy of Xijia. What do you think, I can't open your mind and drag your thoughts out."

Linglong flicked her sleeves, she felt wronged, and Mo Yi also felt wronged.Both of them were wronged, and the remaining Mo Er was wrong to persuade this one, and neither was it wrong to persuade that other, and he was not human in the middle.

On the day Xixian came back, the rain that had rained for two nights stopped, the sky cleared up, and the sky was as blue as washing, which was a rare good weather.

Even the mood of the people in the city has improved a lot.

Xixian has lost a lot of weight and darkened compared to a month ago. She has lost her pride and seems to be more mature.

In the past two days, King Ouyue's condition was not good, and the court meeting basically stopped.

Don't order to hide the news of the fall of Hezhou and Wutong. The civil and military ministers all over the city are still keeping it in the dark, but the premonition that the sky will change is hidden in everyone's heart.

It's Mo Er who can be seen clearly.

"Young Master Xi, you are safe and well," Mo Er smiled, he had been waiting for him since he got the news that Xi Xian had entered the city today, and he couldn't say the consolation words he had planned to say after seeing Xi Xian.

Xi Xian had a face, gloomy, about to drop water.

"I hope that the Eldest Young Master will mourn over the matter of washing the Patriarch."

Mo Er still said a word of consolation that was not consolation.

"How is Linglong?" Xixian asked the first sentence of this son.

"She's fine, why don't you go and see her." Mo Er was cautious, and even took two points of flattery.

Xi Xian couldn't bear this attitude, as if he was abolished all of a sudden, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Er from the corner of his eye: "As for? Mo Er, Xi's family has been conscious since the day they were born that they will die in battle."

Lian Yun's more than a month has made Xi Xian mature by more than a little bit.

"I'm afraid Linglong doesn't want to see me." Xi Xian thought of something and said decadently.

He was responsible for Lin Qing's matter from beginning to end.

But at the same time as she spoke, Linglong arrived.Last night, she also got the news that Xixian came back today.

Linglong didn't come in, she just stood at the door, with a slight smile on her face, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, she glanced around, and Mo Er waved away the palace servants knowingly.

Xi Xian was unusually embarrassed: "I'm sorry."

Linglong didn't say anything, but just jumped in front of him with one step, raised her hand and slapped him, but the moment her palm touched Xi Xian's face, it turned away and landed on his chest.

"Brother, take a good look at what you've done so stupidly." Linglong bit her lip, staring at Xixian without blinking.

It was obvious that he was wronged, and he let out a small, inaudible sigh. He didn't even have an explanation, and he felt guilty even if he looked at Linglong more than once.

"It's all my fault." He had good intentions and didn't want to wrong Linglong, but he was the one who did bad things with good intentions. If he hadn't contacted Lin Qing again and again, maybe the matter would not have come to this point.

He's been the one who's been holding back from start to finish.

"I blame me too, because I think people are not good." Her teeth pierced her lips, and after tasting the blood, she became agitated instead.

Linglong suddenly slammed her face into Xixian's chest, sticking to Xixian's chest, trembling slightly, she cried.

Xi Xian embraced her and patted her on the back: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, Linglong, it's okay."

Just these two sentences over and over again, Xixian comforted Linglong while comforting himself.

"How many are left?" Hezhou city was broken, and how many ghosts and ghosts were added overnight.

Xi Xian stroked Linglong's head: "Ten less than two, I brought them all back, and father by the way."

Lianyun is not far from Hezhou. After Hezhou fell, the news spread to Lianyun immediately. Before Xixian could react, the remaining soldiers of Xi's family immediately decided to escort Xixian to leave the front line and return to Panyu along the trail.

On the way, Hezhou's troops who escorted the Patriarch's bones back to the city also caught up.

When they almost arrived in Panyu City, news came from the front that all the members of the Xijia army who stayed behind in Hezhou were killed in battle, and their bones filled the moat.

"Is it painful for father?" Linglong's fingers were trembling, and she could hardly hold Xixian's hand.

Seeing that Linglong was about to fall, Xixian grabbed her.

"Thousands of arrows piercing the heart."

Mo Er gasped, he seemed a bit redundant here.

"Second Prince" Mo Er was about to leave, but was stopped by Linglong, and she bowed profusely, Mo Er didn't help, or didn't help, he froze in place.

"Linglong." He pretended to support Linglong.

"After all, I'm a woman, and I'm married, so I'm useless right now. My brother's temperament can't hold up the task of guarding the city. I don't feel at ease when someone else is the deputy commander. I also ask the second prince to help my brother."

First Patriarch Xi and then to Linglong, everyone entrusted Xixian to him, Mo Er couldn't help laughing, whether he had the minister Tuogu written on his face or Xixian was committed by fate.

"I have no experience in marching and formation, so I can't be a deputy commander." Fighting a war is not a simple matter, and there is no room for trifling.

Especially when the city of Panyu is about to be destroyed, there is no room for child's play.

"Second Prince." Linglong emphasized her tone.

"Linglong!" Xi Xian dragged Linglong up, leaned down, met her eyes, and said seriously: "I know I'm not very useful, but don't worry, I won't let Panyu City be destroyed."

Linglong: "I'm worried about you, what should I do if you are like your father?"

"what should I do?"

Linglong muttered to herself, repeating over and over again what I should do.

Xixian stretched out his hand, gently wiped away Linglong's tears with his fingertips, pushed up the corner of her mouth, and showed a fake smile.

"Linglong, we wash our families, we were born for war, and we will eventually die on the battlefield. Didn't you always say before that the sons of washing the family bleed but don't shed tears? Why, now you are crying yourself."

"I'm not a man." Linglong backed away step by step while crying, tripped over the threshold, stabilized her body, turned around and walked away quickly, leaving only a bright red corner of her clothes.

Xixian looked at Linglong's back, and heaved a long sigh, but in January, he couldn't recognize this girl.

The younger sister in his memory was still the woman who was stronger than men, she could go out to kill the enemy, the female general who made men fearful, she was so strong that he almost forgot that his sister was still a girl.

"When will Patriarch Xi go to mourn?" Mo Er dragged the topic back on track.

Xi Xian shook his head, his eyes gradually became far-reaching: "Let's talk about it after the Great Liang Army is retreated!"

On the third day after Xixian returned to the city, Daliang's army had already approached the city.

Looking along the city wall, all eyes are filled with darkness.

The people in Panyu City woke up and felt that the sky was falling, and everyone was in panic all day long. Mo Yi asked people to strengthen the guards in the city, and everything was strict, trying to prevent a series of atrocities such as theft and rape.

I don't know who sent the news that Patriarch Xi died in battle and Hezhou fell, which broke the last illusion of the people in Panyu City. Without Patriarch Xi, who else can hold Panyu.

And Xixian's side is not going well. He has led soldiers, but he has never been the commander of the Chinese army.

Coupled with his special status, he is not very able to restrain the soldiers under him.

The family soldiers in the hands of the old Duke didn't think much of Xi Xian, so that they were all approaching the city, and the army was still scattered, and news came from time to time that the Xi family army fought with them.

In the past two days, he was anxious to wash his face, his forehead was in a mess, and there was a ring of blisters on the corner of his mouth. When Mo Er entered the gate of the camp, someone was giving him herbal medicine.

Seeing Mo Er, Xi Xian pushed away the soldiers who were applying medicine with a little disgust, and told Mo Er to sit down: "Your Ouyue soldiers don't listen to me."

Like a brat who was bullied by a bad kid and complained to his parents.

Mo Er took the unfinished medicine from the soldier, dipped it in the ointment and applied it lightly for Xixian.

Xixian was not used to getting too close to people, so Mo Er leaned over, he dodged back a bit, but was stopped by Mo Er.

"It's not good to leave marks on such a pretty face." Mo Er's attitude was very focused, and his movements were light, as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

When the ointment was applied to the face, it was cold at first, but slowly it began to heat up, and the heat penetrated directly into the heart.

Mo Erban curled his eyelashes, and there was a different kind of brilliance hidden in his black and white eyeballs.

Xi Xian only saw himself in it.

Thinking about it this way, I felt inexplicably docile.

"How much do you like my face?" Xixian asked with a smile as if joking.

He rarely commented on his looks, nor did he like others to mention them.

Mo Er violated the taboo of washing out everywhere, but he still didn't know it.

"Heart of beauty in everyone."

"For the sake of my face, can you help solve the current trouble?" Xixian put his big face directly in front of Mo Er, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes contained a hint of flair, which made Mo Er's heart skip a beat .

Now Mo Er felt uncomfortable, so he said without embarrassment: "Why don't you look for Mo Yi."

"I can't even see Mo Yi's shadow, where can I find him?"

King Ouyue's illness was severe and he had been bedridden for the past few days. Mo Yi took over most of the political affairs and was so busy that he couldn't even see his shadow.

Mo Er took over the matter of defending the city, in other words, assisting in the washing.

But no one knows whether they can hold Panyu.

The Daliang Army set up camp five miles west of Panyu City, and the sound of daily drills could be carried into Panyu City along the wind.

The head coach Daliang fought a heart attack, trying to disintegrate the Panyu defenders mentally.

However, the Panyu defenders don't need to disintegrate right now. The Moxi two families have many conflicts, and the city is just a strong force from the outside, and if the contradictions cannot be resolved fundamentally, there is no need for the Daliang Army to attack the city, and the city will automatically disintegrate.

"I may not be effective." Mo Er has self-knowledge, even if Mo Yi comes forward in the current situation, it may not be effective, let alone himself, under heavy pressure, he is afraid of mutiny.

Don't use strict methods, but think of some ways to attack people's hearts.

There is a degree in this, and if you don't grasp it well, it will be counterproductive.

"Report!" The messenger opened the camp tent, his face was bruised, his forehead was bruised, he knelt straight at Xixian's feet, and he was in a hurry: "Commander, the second battalion and the third battalion are fighting again."