Ala Yanzong took advantage of everyone's confusion, turned around and ran towards the courtyard wall.

Several soldiers who were closer to him raised their swords to intercept. Ala Yanzong swung his short sword, and several long swords fell to the ground one after another. Several soldiers were numb and hurriedly retreated.

Ala Yanzong jumped out of the wall.

All the people waiting were even more stunned.

In the bedroom.

Moormore sat on the edge of the bed and pondered.

Mo Wo brought a cup of tea from Wuwu.

"Father, this masked man is mysterious in every aspect. He is young, highly skilled in martial arts, and knows very well about our family."

Moor Moor raised his head, looked at Moor Wuxian, frowned and said, "Yeah, I think it's weird too. Maybe he is my eldest brother's grandson, your cousin."

Hearing what his father said, Mo Oh was startled. The tea bowl that he had not put down almost overturned, and the tea spilled out and fell on the table.

"But why doesn't he recognize us? Why does he seem to know so many secrets of our family at such a young age? Who told him? Is the eldest prince still alive?"

Mo O really couldn't figure it out and had a series of questions in his mind.

Moormore shook his head and said: "Impossible. The eldest prince must be no longer alive. If he were alive, he would have appeared long ago. Even if this masked man is not from my family, he is inextricably linked to our family.

, he will definitely meet us again."

Mo O nodded infinitely and fell into deep thought.

Ala Yanzong returned to the grass nest on the top of the mountain and saw that Wula Zhitao had not rested yet and had been waiting for him to come back.

"How is the situation?" Ula Zhitao handed over the water bag and asked.

Ala Yanzong also sat down next to the peach of Wula, drank water, and said: "The officers and soldiers did not massacre the city, they just closed the city and closed the doors for isolation and treatment. However, there are not many people in the city."

"Then what do we do?"

Wula Zhitao turned around and glanced at Alayanzong. The faint moonlight shone into the grass nest and outlined the outline of his face.

"The city is closed. It is impossible for us to live in the mountain town of Vikchi. Even if we live here, there is nothing to do. There are royal doctors in the city to treat patients. I have left a prescription for them. I believe they can take it.

arrive."

Alayanzong looked at the peach of Ula for a moment and then said:

"Let's keep walking and find a place to stay that's uncontested."

Wula Zhitao opened her eyes wide and said in surprise: "This is different from your original idea. You still want to hang a pot to help the world and go to places with many people. You want to live without fighting, but wherever there are people, there will be fighting.

When you enter the arena, there is struggle."

Ala Yanzong sighed, "Yes! We cannot be the masters of destiny. In the rushing river of history, we are just a leaf floating in the water. We can't control where we float."

Wula Zhitao saw that Ala Yanzong was feeling depressed. He had never been like this before. He had always been positive and energetic, so he expressed concern:

"Are you worried?"

Ala Yanzong then told the story of his meeting with Mo Omor and others tonight.

After hearing this, Wula Zhitao asked: "So, they have doubts about your identity?"

"I think so. I think the royal family is really too complicated. Today's king is stupid and violent and unpopular, and he will lose his kingdom sooner or later. Although Mogan Mor is a prince, he does not rule out coveting the throne of the king. They can definitely use prevention and control

The plague has taken over the city-state. Now they have occupied the Castle of Allah Marina and the Castle of Vecchi. In time, all the key fortresses in the country will be in their hands. By then, it will be easy to seize the throne. "

"Do they really have such ambitions?"

Wula Zhitao was very surprised after hearing Alayanzong's analysis.

"I don't care what throne they fight for. What I'm worried about is that if I go to them to verify my identity, I'm afraid they won't be able to allow me to stay in the world."

Ula Zhitao nodded, "That's because your appearance may disrupt their plan to fight for the throne and be an obstacle to them."

Ala Yanzong looked at Wula Zhitao affectionately, "That's why we have to stay away from them and not have contact with them. What royal family and nobles don't care about, I only care about sharing the joys and sorrows with you and wandering around the world."

Wula Zhitao couldn't help laughing, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but lean towards Ala Yanzong and lean on him. She felt that this body was so warm and safe.

Early the next morning, the two of them washed up, ate dried meat, filled their water bags with water, then descended the cliff and continued north.

The mountain town of Vikchi.

A middle-aged imperial doctor got up early, arrived at the hospital, stretched his waist and kicked his legs for a while. He felt a little tired, so he went to rest in the cold room.

Seeing a stone bench placed on the stone table, I was surprised and asked, "Who is so naughty?"

After that, he went to move the stone bench, but he couldn't move it. He wanted to roll it off the table, but he was afraid of hitting himself.

Suddenly I saw writings engraved on the stone table. After a closer look, it turned out to be a prescription. However, the stone bench had pressed down part of it and I couldn't see the whole picture. I felt very strange, so I hurriedly shouted, "Come here, something strange is happening!"

Several imperial doctors ran out of the house one after another, and they felt strange when they saw the stone bench and the prescription. They worked together to move the stone bench, read the prescription from beginning to end, and were amazed again and again.

This prescription was something they couldn't even think of after thinking hard. Several imperial doctors were experts, and they could tell whether the prescription was good or not by just looking at it.

He hurriedly took some paper and ink, made a rubbing of the handwriting on the stone table, prepared the medicine according to the prescription and gave it to the patient.

Someone even reported this matter to the old general Moormore.

The old general was really surprised when he heard it. Thinking of the masked boy last night, he felt that this man was a mysterious person.

Then he summoned Mo Owuwu and said: "Let's send people to investigate. The mysterious young man last night is by no means an ordinary person. First, he is highly skilled in martial arts, so he must come from a famous family. Second, he knows medical skills. He sent a prescription last night, and even the imperial doctor admired him.

, this is not difficult to visit. His southern accent is very different from ours. Find out who he is and how he is related to our family? This is very important."

Mo Wenwu understood what his father meant. If his cousin was still alive, his father would reconsider his plan. If the nephew was dead and it was just a false alarm, then he would have to deal with this problem.

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Then he said: "Okay, I'll arrange the manpower right away."

"Wait a minute." Moormor seemed to have remembered something again, "From now on, you will arrange for messengers to travel between the castles regularly to exchange information with each other in order to understand the latest developments in the country. Now your second brother is stationed at the Allah Coast.

Castle, the fourth brother is stationed in Accra East China Sea City. They are far apart. Without communication, it will be difficult for you to support each other."

After listening, Mo Wuwu nodded, feeling that what his father said was very reasonable.
Chapter completed!