Qin Dynasty snare people

Not long after Luo Yan arrived at the border of South Korea, Meng Tian led hundreds of fine cavalry to greet him.

In the dusty sky, there are all tall horses, all wearing golden and red armor, running like a flaming cloud, extremely gorgeous.

The general next to the leading general carried a banner, fluttering in the wind, as bright as blood, with a black letter on it.

Mongolian!

Soon, this pair of elite cavalry arrived not far from Luo Yan's motorcade. As the leading general raised his hand, the cavalry that was originally moving like thunder suddenly stopped. Their skill was far beyond that of ordinary cavalry.

Meng Tian turned over and dismounted, took two steps forward, and respectfully saluted Luo Yan with clasped fists: "General Meng Tian pays homage to Marquis Yueyang!"

"General Meng, long time no see."

Luo Yan stepped forward to help Meng Tian up and said with a smile

A smile appeared on Meng Tian's resolute and handsome face, and he stood up and said: "It's been more than half a month. This time Marquis Yueyang enters Han and Zhao, and the king has ordered that he will be escorted throughout the whole journey."

While talking, Meng Tian's attention was also attracted by the group of people behind Luo Yan.

"Who are these?!"

Meng Tian didn't know many of the five elders of the Yin Yang family. The one he was most familiar with was Da Siming, plus Dong Jun and Yueshen at most. As for the other members of the Yin Yang family, Meng Tian had never met them.

It has to be said that the people in the Yin Yang family are all handsome men and beautiful women.

Even Yun Zhongjun, under his pretense, has a bit of an immortal air.

Not to mention people like Mrs. Shao Simingxiang.

It can be seen from the appearance alone that they are by no means idle.

They are all my relatives and friends... Luo Yan smiled and introduced to Meng Tian: "These are the elders of the Yin Yang family. They are also here to protect my safety. Da Siming, you have seen them. These two are young men." Si Ming, this is Lord Xiang, and as for this, she is Lord Xiang’s wife, Mrs. Xiang.”

"Meng Tian has met you all!"

When Meng Tian heard this, he also bowed politely to several people.

Everyone in the Yin Yang family also returned the gift.

Luo Yan and Meng Tian chatted for a while, then got into the carriage and headed towards the capital of South Korea, escorted by Meng Tian and hundreds of golden fire cavalry.

On the carriage.

Xiangjun and Luo Yan continued to play chess, and the atmosphere was much more harmonious than the previous few days.

Things like relationships naturally become familiar when you are in the same place, especially when both parties want to be on good terms with each other.

"Xiandi is familiar with General Meng?"

Xiangjun asked with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

Luo Yan nodded and said, "Well, I got to know him when I first entered the Qin Kingdom. Later I met his grandfather. After two visits, we both became familiar with each other. Three generations of the Meng family were Qin generals and were loyal. They are worth making friends with." .”

Xiangjun nodded and stopped asking any more questions, focusing on the chessboard.

to be honest.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Luo Yan could roughly feel what kind of person Xiangjun was. He seemed to be an "honest person", but in fact he was an extremely selfish person at heart.

Those who are paranoid are just like playing chess, they always play the same way and don’t know how to change it.

Mrs. Xiang is really suffering, no wonder she was turned into a mental patient.

Luo Yan sighed inwardly, looked at Mrs. Xiang and smiled, and then continued to focus on the chessboard.

The journey is still long, so I can only pass the boring time by playing chess.

Fortunately, Da Siming and Mrs. Xiang are both pleasing to the eye and not boring at all.

As for Shao Siming... I can't afford a pair of Aces.

. . . . . . . . . .

The royal capital of Korea, Xinzheng.

The General's Mansion.

"General, have mercy on me, general, have mercy on me!"

A trembling old man was dragged down by two guards. Along the way, he begged for mercy to Ji Wuye with a face full of fear.

Ji Wuye's face was indeed livid, and he paid no attention to it. His eyes flashed with murderous intent and violence. He clenched his fists and looked at his only son Ji Yihu who was so thin that he was almost skinny on the bed. He took a deep breath and said coldly. He said coldly: "Keep looking, I don't believe it. No one in Korea can cure Yihu's disease!"

"My subordinate understands!"

The guard on the side responded quickly, then strode outside the house and continued to search for the doctor.

Mo Ya, who was standing by and waiting, also frowned and looked at Ji Yihu on the bed, feeling puzzled.

Ji Yihu suddenly fell ill a few years ago and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. Within half a month, he was tortured to the point of becoming inhuman. The doctors in Xinzheng were helpless and Ji Wuye watched helplessly as Ji Yihu gave out too much air and took in too little air. .

This almost incident of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to someone else made Ji Wuye almost go crazy. He became more and more violent, killing people at every turn, like a ferocious beast that had always been violent.

Another moment passed.

Mo Ya took a step forward, lowered his head, and said respectfully: "General, Marquis Yueyang of the Qin State has entered the territory of South Korea."

"..."

Ji Wuye's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he pondered for a moment. His eyes were fixed on Mo Crow, and he said coldly: "Mo Crow, do you think Yihu's illness has anything to do with Luo Yan?"

It's not that Ji Wuye is careless, but that Ji Yihu has a strong body, practices martial arts all year round, and is not afraid of cold or heat. With Ji Wuye's protection, in the past, not to mention getting sick, there were only a handful of injuries, but this time The illness came out of nowhere, leaving all Korean doctors at a loss, and Ji Wuye couldn't bear to think more about it.

Could it be that Luo Yan did something at first?

After all, there were conflicts between Ji Wuye and Luo Yan at the beginning, and the conflicts were not small.

Hearing this, Mo Ya felt a thump in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything. He still kept his respectful posture with his hands bent, and whispered: "I don't dare to speak nonsense."

"It's okay. The general asked you to speak just to see what you think."

Ji Wuye frowned, his face became more ferocious and ferocious, and he said coldly.

The general was forced to panic... Mo Ya felt bitter in his heart, but he tried to excuse Luo Yan: "My subordinates feel that this matter should have nothing to do with him. If he did it, he should not enter Korea at this moment. What's more, when the young general returned, the general personally inspected it and found nothing wrong with the young general."

Mo Ya knew that Ji Wuye didn't want to fight with Luo Yan, because Ji Wuye really couldn't beat Luo Yan in all aspects.

If Ji Wuye could outplay Luo Yan, she would not ask him for his opinion, but would directly take action.

Ji Wuye never needed to use his brain if he wanted to kill someone.

"Huh~"

Ji Wuye took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intention in his heart. He knew that what Mo Ya said made sense, but he could not suppress the suspicion in his heart.

In recent months, only Luo Yan had contact with Ji Yihu.

"General, could it be the Blood-clothed Marquis..."

Mo Ya hesitated and asked tentatively.

"Bai Yifei?"

Ji Wuye's eyes flashed, and he was a little moved in his heart, because Bai Yifei did have a motive to do something, even if he had already burped, but if Bai Yifei had done anything at the beginning, outsiders really couldn't see anything.

But Bai Yifei is dead, so it is obviously useless to think about it now, not to mention that the Snow Clothes Castle was bulldozed by Luo Yan.

If Bai Yifei really did it... Ji Wuye said coldly: "Take someone to pick up Marquis Yueyang, and I'll go into the palace!"

After saying that, he walked towards the Han Palace.

If Bai Yifei really did it, the Chao Banshee, Mrs. Mingzhu, might have something to do

"promise!"

Mo Ya answered with cupped hands and watched Ji Wuye go away.

After Ji Wuye walked away, Mo Ya walked out of the room. With a flash of white shadow, his younger brother Bai Feng appeared next to Mo Ya, still looking like that handsome little puppy. Two years have passed. Now, he has only grown up a little.

The only change is that there is an exquisite white bird on the shoulder, with an extremely long and beautiful tail.

"Where are you going, General?"

Bai Feng looked at Mo Ya, who looked solemn, and asked.

Mo Ya glanced at Bai Feng, his solemn expression softened slightly, and said softly: "I'm going to see the tide banshee."

"Tide succubus?"

Bai Feng looked at Mo Ya in confusion, obviously not understanding why Ji Wuye wanted to see her.

"The condition of the Major General may be related to Marquis Xueyi. The General is a dead horse and a living doctor. Don't cause trouble recently. Once the Major General does something, it is estimated that many people will die."

Mo Ya stared at Bai Feng with a serious expression and warned.

Bai Feng touched the frightened little white bird on his shoulder, frowned, and said, "I understand."

"To do it, the general may be very crazy during this period. Forget it, let's go and accompany me to pick up people."

Mo Ya shook his head and said to Bai Feng.

After saying that, he walked forward.

"Marquis Yueyang?"

Bai Feng obviously also knew about Luo Yan's upcoming entry into Korea.

"Well, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse for him to come at this time."

Mo Ya said in a somewhat depressed tone. In fact, he also believed that Ji Yihu's incident was related to Luo Yan, but Luo Yan's identity forced him to distance himself from it.

I can't afford it!

Who would have thought that the weak gentleman who was carelessly kneaded would now turn into a behemoth with a noble status.

Bai Feng remained silent.

…

…

The next day, Mo Ya led a small team to pick up Luo Yan and others.

Luo Yan looked at the old acquaintances who came to greet him, especially Mo Crow, who was dressed in a black and elegant outfit. He couldn't help but grinned: "Mo Crow, long time no see. It's been a good time lately."

When entering Korea this time, in addition to picking up Honglian, Mo Ya is also the person Luo Yan wants to pick up.

Tianze and others went to Baiyue, and Luo Yan now lacked a driver.

What big brother wouldn't like a Ma Zai like Mo Crow who has good skills, top-notch lightness skills, is good at flattering, has a sharp eye, and most importantly has a weak point (Bai Feng)?

Just like the boss of a company, there is always a lack of flattering subordinates around him. Even if the other person is less capable, he is in a happy mood.

In this regard, Mo Ya is definitely more in line with Luo Yan's wishes than Tian Ze.

"Mo Crow pays homage to Marquis Yueyang!"

Mo Ya didn't dare to raise his eyebrows, so he saluted Luo Yan respectfully and said in a deep voice.

"Why are you so polite? I have always regarded you as a friend. Come on, get on the carriage and chat with me. I also want to know what happened in South Korea recently."

Luo Yan slapped Mo Ya on the shoulder, then hugged Mo Ya and walked towards his carriage.

Seeing this scene, Bai Feng and others wanted to step forward, but they were directly blocked by Meng Tian and his men.

Seeing the orderly and well-armed hundreds of elite knights, Bai Feng and others fell silent.

Mo Ya soon became autistic, especially after getting on the carriage, looking at Da Siming and others sitting inside the carriage, and especially feeling the aura coming from their bodies, his heart became more and more bitter. He was just a killer, why? How can one be so virtuous and worthy of the attention of Marquis Yueyang of the State of Qin?

"Don't be afraid, we are all our own. Tell me how Ji Wuye's son is doing, whether he is dead or not."

Luo Yan looked at Mo Crow with a smile on his face and asked directly without beating around the bush.

Mo Ya's heart thumped. If it was just suspicion before, but Luo Yan said it in this tone now, he was basically sure that Ji Yihu was most likely Luo Yan's hands and feet.

But Mo Ya could only pretend not to understand: "Replying to Marquis Yueyang, the young general's condition is only a little serious and he is still under treatment."

"Did he survive?"

When Luo Yan heard this, he looked at Da Siming curiously. The yin and yang spell was originally ordered by Da Siming.

Seeing Luo Yan's glance, Da Siming's eyes turned cold and he said somewhat arrogantly: "The Burning Blood Curse is one of the forbidden arts of the Yin Yang family. The blood in the victim's body will boil until he dries up and dies."

The meaning is self-evident, there is no way to save him!

This thing is not poison, and it is impossible for doctors to save him.

"Da Siming, you actually succeeded!"

Xiang Jun looked at Da Siming in surprise and couldn't help but say.

The forbidden arts of the Yin and Yang family are extremely powerful and strange tricks. The prerequisites for cultivation are extremely stringent, and it is extremely difficult to succeed in the cultivation. I never thought that Da Siming could succeed in the cultivation.

Da Siming glanced at Xiang Jun coldly and arrogantly, without answering, because the success of this thing was only due to Luo Yan's bullying.

Without Luo Yan's physical and mental humiliation, there would be no current Da Siming.

Mo Ya had a bitter look on his face at this moment and looked at Luo Yan speechlessly. He really didn't want to know this. Let's just pretend that nothing happened. He just wanted to be a happy little crow. Why did Luo Yan always like it? Drag him into this situation.

He can't stand it!

Who the hell can stand this? He is just the small leader of the Hundred Birds Assassin Group, how can he interfere in such disputes.

"I didn't guard you when you were your own person. By the way, this is the third time I've come to invite you, so I'm sincere enough. Mo Ya, what on earth are you thinking? I don't believe you really treat Ji Wuye like this." loyalty."

Luo Yan looked at Mo Crow and smiled curiously.

"What exactly does Marquis Yueyang like about me?"

Mo Crow smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said helplessly.

"Many, smart, good at being a good person, nice to speak, strong ability, etc. It's the same old saying. I lack someone like you around me. After you follow me, you don't need to continue to be a killer. You only need to be responsible for driving the carriage and occasionally accompanying me. I’ll just have a drink or something.”

Luo Yan looked at Mo Crow with a smile and stated his purpose.

The most important thing is to look out.

Luo Yan knew very well what his biggest risk would be in the future. If he didn't have an enthusiastic person around him to look after things, the risk factor would be too high.

Especially when Concubine Yan gets married in the future, she will need a smart person to help her get information.

Who else is more suitable than Mo Crow? !

Do I have so many advantages? !

Mo Ya was a little confused at this moment.

PS: What about chest tightness and shortness of breath? I want to see an old Chinese doctor.