After Mo Qing said this, Zhao Guilin thought it was inconvenient for her to say, so he stopped asking more questions.

Mu Xiuying originally wanted Mo Qingwan to pay homage to Lord Liang, but he was seriously injured and was always drowsy. The night was already deep, so Mo Qingwan did not disturb him anymore.

Except for the three thatched cottages in which the Liang family took a bath and cooked, they were all crowded tonight. Everyone just slept on the floor and went to bed.

Madam Sun helped boil a large pot of hot water, and Mo Qingwan was finally able to take a hot shower.

After washing, she was about to change into the dress that He Qingcheng gave. To be honest, she liked it quite well. The style and color of the clothes were light and comfortable to touch the fabric. As for whether it was a maid's clothes, Mo Qingwan didn't care.

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Unexpectedly, as soon as she lifted it, a delicate purse fell out of it. When she opened it, she found that it was the seven-colored bird egg.

Mo Qingwan held it in his hand, shook his head with a smile, and said to himself: "It seems that this person will not give up until he sends it out, and he is not afraid of being crushed by my body, but like He Qingcheng

If you have more friends, you don’t have to pay for anything yourself.”

I thought my clothes would be small, but after all, the two maids were slim in shape. Unexpectedly, after putting on them, she completely realized that she had lost weight these days.

Now that the clothes are just a little tighter on their body, the original owner looks a little thinner, and the figure looks particularly convex and convex.

There was no mirror here, Mo Qingwan looked at her current appearance in the bathtub, and she felt a bit plump and beautiful.

She touched her hair loose. The ancients were very careful in raising their hair. The original owner had eaten well since she was a child, so the black hair was smooth like silk.

She simply twisted her hair and draped it behind her half dry. There was a curfew in this place, so it was not easy to go out, so she could only open the door, hold a small stool, sit at the door to dry her hair, and the big yellow dog was

Lean beside her, squinted her eyes and sleep.

Mo Qingwan looked at the sky and was worried about Zhao Feng. He didn't know how he was in prison and whether he would be beaten. He was so straight-hearted that he hoped not to reveal his identity.

On the roof, Tian Ke was lying on the straw, looking at the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The thatched hut under the twilight seemed like a thorn, piercing it in his heart, unable to pull it out or swallow it.

The court was corrupt, treacherous ministers were in power, demon concubines were charming the master, and kings were obsessed with practicing Taoism and immortality, as if all injustice had been caught up by this era.

And Zhao Feng, who was as angry as him, was in prison, recalling every bit of his relationship with his eldest son.

The Beichuan army, which was led by father and son, made the barbarians outside the pass frightened. They were called the Zhao family army. The soldiers could go to the battlefield and drink strong wine. At that time, the eldest son was still there. Whenever they won, they would drink with the soldiers with big bowls of wine.

Eating meat is so good.

Life is like a spring dream, and I drink a few cups of joy in my heart.

Zhao Feng had no wine around, so he had to raise his hand, make a drink, and said to the sky: "Hanlin, I have had this drink with my dad. But for a long time, my dad will take the lead. When you come back in the future, you must be fine.

To your mother, to your wife, to take good care of your younger brothers and sisters, don’t think about avenging your father.”

At this time, an old voice came from the cell next to him: "Hanlin? Is the Hanlin you mentioned? Is it Zhao Hanlin, Major General of Beichuan?"

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. Through the fence, he saw an old man with disheveled hair shrouded in the corner. He couldn't see his appearance clearly. He was just under the faint moonlight, his white hair was particularly conspicuous.

He remembered that his second son sent a message in today and told him not to reveal his identity, so he quickly denied: "Sir, I heard it wrong. I was talking about Han Ling, my daughter."

The old man chuckled: "Can your daughter still marry a wife?"

Zhao Feng was stunned and wanted to slap himself. He turned around and stopped talking, so as not to make mistakes the more he said he was getting worse.

"Your Excellency, don't panic. Everyone has no difficulties in life. I have just been here for a long time and want to find someone to talk to you." The old man said slowly.

Zhao Feng frowned without answering.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "In the 30th year of the Great Administration, Major General Zhao Hanlin took his father to the battlefield for the first time. He was only 12 years old, but he met Xuanyuan's army, who was the best place to set up formations outside the pass, and was trapped in the spider silk formation.

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This formation is vicious and vicious, and has many changes. Once a person enters, he will be entangled by thousands of spider silk and suffocated to death. The major general entered the formation alone and was trapped in the eyes of the formation for three days. In the end, he broke the enemy formation.

, Returning with a great victory, is really a young hero, but to this day, no one knows how he broke the formation..."

Zhao Feng was shocked, but he pretended to be ignorant: "How can we ordinary people understand the marching and war?"

The old man glanced at him, "Yes, people who have studied Feng Shui formations for a lifetime like me have never understood it. How can ordinary people understand such formations? The Major General is really an ordinary person."

Zhao Feng has always disbelief of these fortune tellers, and even thinks that they are just a group of cheaters.

Your Majesty nowadays, the old Taoist priests who favor the Imperial Heavenly Prison, built Taoist temples in large quantities, making people suffer from misery. They also take pills every day, wanting to seek immortality.

"Are you a fortune teller? Then you might be able to calculate why I was imprisoned?" Zhao Feng said angrily.

"By mistake, that person was not killed by you, but it has something to do with you. But you don't have to worry, someone will come to save you, but..." The old man stopped halfway.

"Just what?" Zhao Feng asked sideways.

"Two sons come and one son returns, but they are actually killing the situation. If there is no one outside the sky, it will be difficult to break it," the old man replied.

"Hmph, it's nonsense! You're still flying immortals in the sky... I think you've been locked up for a long time and are still thinking about cheating!" Zhao Feng rolled his eyes, lay down and closed his eyes and went to sleep, ignoring him.

The old man was scolded but was not angry. He just looked at Zhao Feng's back and smiled calmly.

On the Liang family, Mo Qing hung her hair for a while and then prepared to go back to the house to sleep for a while.

As soon as she was about to get up, she heard a bang from the kitchen beside her, as if something had fallen into the roof, which scared her!

She ran over and saw Tian Ke standing in the kitchen in a mess, covered in straw, and the stove was covered with the stove.

"Master? How did you get in?" Mo Qingwan looked up at the roof and found that there was a big hole on it.

“Fallen.”

He had a gloomy face, his face was very awkward, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"You fell into the roof?" Mo Qingwan asked.

Tian Ke gritted his teeth and replied in a muffled voice: "I fell asleep, didn't pay attention."

Mo Qingwan immediately covered his mouth with his hands, almost laughing out loud, his face turned red.

"If you want to laugh, laugh, be careful to suffocate you to death!" Tian Ke sneered.

Mo Qingwan couldn't help it anymore and laughed in a low voice, "Talent, Master, you dare to sleep with this straw roof."

Tian Ke stared at her, but saw that under the moonlight, she had long hair and a light green dress, gently waving with the breeze. Although her figure was not slender, she was very symmetrical. Where was she the first time she saw her

At that time, that chubby woman.

Especially the curves of the waist and chest...

Tian Ke suddenly felt his throat heat and his heart beat faster. He didn't dare to look at him anymore. He turned his face in a panic and cursed coldly: "It's so shameless! Why do you do if you don't have anything to do with such tight clothes!"

Mo Qing night...

Scolding shamelessly again!
Chapter completed!