Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Bai Jingzhen didn't say a word, he just raised his eyes and took a deep look at Mu Wenjing, and then quietly averted his gaze after a long time.

Seeing this, the veteran didn't bother him too much, he just beckoned to the soldiers to take him down and keep him under strict supervision.

So far, Fuli, who has lost both his good general and the line of defense in Xianshui, has completely become the meat of the case. It took Mu Wenjing and others less than half a day to push the battle line to the hinterland on the west side of Fuli. ten miles.

If it wasn't for the fact that the manpower they brought with them this time was not enough, going west would only expose their empty family.

After more than a month of stalemate with the enemy, Gan Ping managed to win a big victory, and the whole army was filled with uncontrollable joy.

During the dinner, the kitchen master waved his hand and made two more meaty dishes with one shake of the pot. Even those Fuli prisoners who had just been taken into custody by Ganping soldiers also shared a big bowl of hot meat porridge at night.

At that time, it had been a long time since Fuli had natural disasters, and it was difficult for the soldiers to eat such a full meal even in wartime.

It was the first time for the Wen family soldiers to receive such preferential treatment, holding pottery bowls and looking at each other, the bewilderment in everyone's eyes was clearly visible when they looked at each other.

——Supposedly, they were the ones who took the lead in doing the provocative thing in the first place. No matter what the reason was, Qianping people should not be so gentle to them.

They thought they were going to face the ridicule and indifference of the victors, but what they expected to be greeted here were bowls of good wine and porridge that warmed their bodies and stomachs.

Mo Junli nodded with a smile, as if he didn't take this matter to heart, and then turned his eyes to Bai Jingzhen with a smile: "I haven't asked a few adults, how are you living here today? Has there ever been anything?" What's wrong?"

Except for the dose of Ruanjinsan that made them unable to leave the place of detention for the time being and the guards outside the tent, it seemed that Qianping didn't intend to do anything to them at all.

The man who woke up consciously lost his composure, and hastily apologized to the boy.

The warm yellow candlelight and the soft boyish lines only reflected a pair of delicate eyebrows and eyes with indistinguishable gender.

"—If there is something wrong in the future, the adults need to bring it up in time."

"Your Highness is joking." The young man twitched the corners of his lips, and his voice unconsciously became a little stiffer. He stared at the noble young man in black in front of him, and the waves in the depths of his pupils became more and more fierce.

Mo Junli was slightly startled when he heard the words, and raised his forearm lightly: "My lord, please speak."

The soldier raised his head and swallowed all the porridge, so clean that he didn't even want to let go of the last half grain of rice scraped on the edge of the bowl.

The face that was originally only seven points similar was raised to nine points under the fire. Everyone looked at it, as if they saw Yuan Qing, a girl who was waiting to be married more than 30 years ago.

"It's not Mu who comes to see the adults tonight, but my Highness." Mu Wenjing said, and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture to the people outside the tent.

When the chef came to collect the bowls and chopsticks, he was dumbfounded by their appearance, and said that if they like it, he can make it for them again in the future.

The young man walked across the tent with frost all over the ground, and when he stood still, all the veteran Fuli ministers in the tent saw his appearance clearly by candlelight, and couldn't help but gasp in unison.

"Naturally, you must be the one who went in first." The young man rolled his eyes, and pointed at the large tent not far away with his chin while talking, "We must give them some mental preparation."

"Your country's arrangements are very appropriate, and there is nothing wrong with it." The young man shook his pupils when he heard the sound, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be so deep that he couldn't see the end, "Besides, we are prisoners of war, so how dare we pick and choose with your country?" Four."

"It's okay if there's nothing wrong with it." The young man bent his eyes, deliberately ignored Bai Jingzhen's last words, and opened his mouth, "After all, it's my first time entertaining so many adults at the same time, so I don't have much experience."

The soldiers held the porridge bowls and didn't dare to move for a while, and after a while, the young man who couldn't bear the hunger took the lead and took a sip.

The civil servant's mouth opened and closed, his throat was gurgling and he was about to utter a few words. Seeing this, Wen Yulang at the side hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed his wrist, frowning and shaking his head slightly at him.

"However, Bai does have a problem right now. I wonder if His Highness can help Bai."

Back in the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, the marriage of the Eldest Princess was a commotion that everyone in Fuli knew, and even the Xian and Shi prefectures they conquered earlier were the dowry given to the Eldest Princess by the late emperor.

Some people said that the death of His Highness was a conspiracy by Gan Pingren, and some said that she died in depression at that time. After that, they Fuli did not receive any news about His Highness the eldest princess and the two young highnesses. How could we meet in such a situation today!
No wonder this gang of mediocre people have such an attitude towards them...

"Including those useless skinny pen-holders who are stubborn and sour, and my old man who is still strong and full of spirits, they are all here."

"What should I say, Your Highness, which of us will be advanced?"

Mo Junli pursed his lips but smiled, Mu Wenjing looked at his expression as if accepting his fate, and opened the heavy door curtain first, and the Fuli courtiers who were sitting in the tent turned around following the sound, and saw the man who had taken off his military uniform The veteran came slowly with the autumn wind in his sleeves.

——It can be said that apart from his size and his dignified and calm body, which is completely different from Yuan Qing's former vivacity and agility, this person is just like their eldest princess back then!
"Hiss—he's—" A civil servant stared round his eyes in a gaffe, and his half-raised fingers couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Are all the Fuli courtiers caught today here?" Mo Junli looked at the tent guarded by heavy soldiers, and rubbed his chin with interest. Mu Wenjing shrugged nonchalantly in response: " right."

Later they heard that His Royal Highness Princess Dachang had a son and a daughter with Emperor Naganping, and what they heard later was only the news of His Highness' death.

"If you want the old minister to tell you, it doesn't matter if you're prepared or not." The veteran pulled his face in distaste, lowered his head and muttered, "I know everything I need to know, but I still feel like hell if I don't know."

"Grandpa Guo is so elegant, he is still not going to bed at this hour, are you here to see the jokes of the prisoners like me?" Bai Jingzhen understood their intentions the moment he saw Mu Wenjing, and immediately sneered, blurting out a sarcasm.

When the hot porridge entered his stomach, his eyes couldn't stop sourness—if they could drink such good porridge every day, who would want to fight this bloody and life-threatening battle? ?

Hearing this, the veteran was not ashamed or angry, he just glanced at the crowd meaningfully for a week, then turned slightly to make way: "Bai Taishi's words are wrong——"

"Lest they think they've seen a ghost."

As a result, the Wen family soldiers who had eaten became more and more silent. Under such a silent night, two people quietly stepped out of the handsome camp.

"Do you recognize Princess Yuanqing?"

The smile on the boy's face froze for a moment.

"I know." Mo Junli drooped his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if trying to suppress some kind of emotion.

"She is my late mother."

If there is no accident, the next chapter or the next chapter will be able to win half of the Fuli Lai!