Chapter 1093 Ninety-Two · Trap

The night gradually became darker. Miss Mu San lifted the curtain and looked out. It was pitch black everywhere. Only with the moonlight, could she see a little light that was faintly visible on the mountain in the distance. She put down the curtain and leaned against the wall of the car to close her eyes and rest.

Seeing that Mu Qinglu was also dazed outside, he smiled and asked him, "Why, are you scared?"

Mu Qinglu frowned, pursed her lips and turned her head to look at her seriously: "Aunt, even if the court does not allow us to be chieftains, it will definitely give me a hereditary title. At that time, my descendants can still eat and wear food and clothing.

Worry-free”

The smile on Miss Mu San's face suddenly disappeared, and there was a coldness in her black eyes. She raised her hand and slapped Mu Qinglu on the face, staring at him coldly and sneered: "It seems that I'm here these days.

You are all the words you say in your ears! Your grandfather is a toast, and your father is also a toast. When it’s your turn, you will be gloomy and abandon the glory given by your ancestors and become a dog for the court?!”

Mu Qinglu was beaten to the edge, and he also knew that Miss Mu San had made a lot for him, and that she had not married in this life, so she could only count on him in the future.

However, he always felt that something was wrong.

He knew his father's abilities very well, and Xiao Heng, who was so supported by his father, would not be a real good man and trustworthy man. He always felt that things were not as simple as Miss Mu San said.

Everyone understands the truth. If he can choose, he certainly knows to have authority, but depending on the attitude of the court, Xiao Heng's skills, what can a Presbyterian Church change?

Can the Elders still generate troops and food?

But these words were useless, and he knew that it was useless to say them to Miss Mu San, so he simply stopped saying more and just fell silent.

Miss Mu San was still angry and she was holding a breath in her chest that she had nowhere to be released. Seeing that Mu Qinglu was thinking this way, she felt even more uncomfortable, and her voice suddenly became sharper: "You think I am

Would you live like this on the edge of the knife? I know, you think I am ungrateful, it is clear that people have given us a path of wealth, and I have to turn my back and stab them with my knife, but you also think about it.

For whom! I’m not for you, for the century-old foundation of our Mu Mansion?”

Mu Qinglu had no choice but to admit his mistake.

No matter what Miss Mu San is for, it is an indisputable fact that Miss Mu San has gone to the capital to find him, and she will die forever. In Zhaotong, it is also Miss Mu San who has spared his life to protect him so that he can survive and have

today.

Hearing him bowing his head to apologize, Miss Mu San's expression calmed down a little, she pursed her lips, and sighed: "Okay, I know who you are, don't talk about this anymore. This is not your fault, it is me

Those who insist on taking this path will hate you in the future, and if they want to hate me, they will hate me for being ungrateful."

After they talked for a while, the guard outside suddenly whispered: "Miss Three, we're here."

Although the court has appointed Miss Mu San as the princess, no matter whether it is Miss Mu San or Zhennanzhou, as long as it is from their group, they do not take this matter seriously. They are still the same as before.

Call her.

Miss Mu San breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

Lion Mountain is right in front of you, and it is not desolate nearby. On the contrary, because the Presbyterian Church is here, there are also troops stationed and some family servants who come with the army. It is very lively here, even if it is too late, there are still sporadic scenes.

The vendor who closes the stalls.

Miss Mu San hugged the box in her arms and whispered to the left and right: "Go ahead and knock on the door."

After coming here, Miss Mu San's anxiety improved a lot, and she returned to the gentle and friendly Miss Mu San.

The people below nodded, found a mansion with a stone lion, and knocked on the door gently.

At a moment, the gatekeeper came out again to invite them in.

Miss Mu San nodded at Mu Qinglu and led Mu Qinglu and his own guards in.

This is the residence of Mrs. Mu Si’s mother’s brother Bai Xiong. As long as you come here and take out Mrs. Mu Si’s seal, these people will listen to her. Five thousand people, and the elders of the Presbyterian Church, the people nearby will be compatible with each other.

They surrendered, and the toasts from other places would recognize them.

At that time, if the court forces them to move, no chieftains from other places will sit and wait for death.

Xiao Heng will know how to choose.

However, as soon as she entered the mansion, Miss Mu San's face changed drastically and she pulled Mu Qinglu back.

Mu Qinglu was almost falling down by her. Fortunately, she was quickly helped to stand firm. He looked at Miss Mu San in surprise, but saw that Miss Mu San's face seemed to have seen it.

ghost.

He felt a little shocked, and he had a bad premonition. When he saw the person standing in the house, he immediately understood why Miss Mu San reacted so fiercely.

There is no such thing as Lord Bai in the yard, it is obvious that only Song Xiangyu is.

Song Xiangyu stood in the yard with a smile and looked at them, sighing softly: "What a pity."

Miss Mu San asked in a trembling voice: "What a pity?"

"Of course it's a pity that Qinglu is a good boy." Song Xiangyu's eyes fell on Mu Qinglu. Seeing that he lowered his head and couldn't see clearly, he said without hesitation: "Miss Mu San must not know that His Highness had been searching for him for a long time.

You haven't received fake news twice. When you were out of here, you became suspicious of you. However, Your Highness always felt that you shouldn't think about people too badly, so you are from

Cao Ruishen knew that when you were hunted by the Sixth Master in Zhennanzhou, His Highness asked our people to save you and brought you back to Dali."

Miss Mu San's expression was extremely complicated for a moment, and she sneered: "What's the use? You said it nicely, but are you really helping us get back to Mu Mansion? You just want to treat us as an excuse.

Drop Mouton's tools! We just want to get back what we deserve, what's wrong with that?!"

Something deserved?

Song Xiangyu laughed sneered: "If there were no more than 100,000 troops in the imperial court, if there were no continuous supply of food and grass from the imperial court, if there were no bloody battles and His Highness charges, would your wooden mansion come back? You can still

Standing here well? Miss Mu San, I thought you had already known what you wanted to get and what you should pay when you went to the capital. You can take all the good things in this world by you?

What's more, what's the result of so many chieftains in Yunnan? In addition to bringing benefits to the chieftains themselves and their families, what did they give to the people?"
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