Huangluo Kyushu

Li Li casually nodded to his brother, his big blue eyes were even more watery, which made him feel affectionate

Mo Lian looked at the thoughtful eldest son and the crying youngest son, sighed and said to them, "Xiaolan and Xiaoli are late today, let's go back for now."

Mo Lan and Mo Li followed behind Mo Lian one after the other. Compared to Mo Li, who was a little downcast, Mo Lan looked a little absent-minded. Mo Lian didn't care about the mature eldest son, and he knew Nalan Ziting in his heart. I must have said something to him. This kid is mature, or let him know when he thinks it through himself.

In fact, Mo Lan is also very conflicted in his heart

At the bottom of his heart, he always wanted to discuss with his father, talk about his thoughts, and imagine whether his father's words to prove his brother-in-law were right or wrong.

The sky in Xiliang is blue and the grass is green, but his unparalleled beauty is always dressed in black, and his whole body seems to be covered with thick clouds, a lingering haze

His smile is extremely shallow, his eyes seem to be annihilated in the world of mortals, and there is even a little nostalgia, "Mo Lan, don't get too used to Mo Li, he always has to learn to grow up alone."

Mo Lan frowned slightly. He always felt that this uncle was too strict with his younger brother. Just as he opened his mouth to refute, he heard Nalan Ziting continue.

"A truly excellent man is nothing more than playing the piano under the pine, playing chess in loose clothes, opening a book by the window, climbing a bridge in the mist and rain, riding a horse with a lance, dancing a sword in the autumn forest, listening to the waves in the bamboo wind, swimming in the spring river naked, the flute of the cherry blossoms at night, and the moon Drinking alone, sitting alone in a snow-capped mountain, watching flowers with a candle, lying drunk in a heavy pavilion"

Before Molan could speak to Nalan Ziting, he stroked the hair on his temples that fell to his ears and said, "A man should look like a man, but look at your brother Mo Li, how decent is he?"

Mo Lan kept silent. He always felt that there was nothing wrong with his younger brother Mo Li like his father Mo Lian. Just as he was about to refute, Nalan Ziting stopped him again.

"Brother Mo Lian is good at dancing and has a well-deserved reputation, but how do you know that brother Mo Lian is definitely willing to do this? If your father had so many choices like you in the beginning, why should he learn to dance? The upper-class pastime and the upper-class society can't tolerate such a thing, so you still want to pamper your brother?" Nalan Ziting naturally didn't care whether it was appropriate to say it in front of his son

"Then why don't you mention such things to my father, Uncle? You should tell your father."

"As the old saying goes, a loving mother often loses children. I never thought that brother Mo Lian's temperament can raise a resolute child, but you are different. Compared with brother Mo Lian, your temperament is more like that person, not to mention that your elder brother is like a father. The brother who is inseparable from Li Li naturally needs more responsibility."

Mo Lan's emerald green pupils turned, "Then uncle, did your brother bring your temper?"

"You have learned to talk poorly, you kid." Nalan Ziting smiled and patted Mo Lan's head, but there was a little shadow in his eyes, "My brother Nalan Zichen is very good. But the man responded to his younger brother's requests, and he developed his willful and domineering temperament, which also laid the groundwork for the breakup between the two in the future. Mo Lan, I am not joking with you anymore. the way to choose"

Mo Lan was silent, he looked at Nalan Ziting quietly, only felt that his beautiful uncle's eyes were filled with dark pain, "Mo Lan, you and Mo Li will be separated one day, don't let him rely on you too much Before you part, he has to learn to grow up alone."

For Nalan Ziting's words, Mo Lan is still a little hard to understand. He once heard his father tell the story of his uncle.

The father's narration is beautiful and delicate, even the tone is soft and unreasonable. It reminds me of Musaren's soft voice in the past. She gently told him and his brother the beauty of fairy tales.

How happy the little prince was when he was young, because he had such a big brother who loved him so much, but time passed by and left behind a deep shadow.

But from the words of my uncle, he can also infer that the future of the two is probably going against each other, leaving love but can't say it

He suddenly started thinking about himself and his brother, maybe it was really too early

But since my brother-in-law gave him such a long time to think about it, he has no reason to live up to it. At least think about it before they separate. From now on, he will try to let go and let his brother grow up alone.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little more emotional. It was like marrying a daughter, which should be a serious matter, and Mo Lan suddenly found it funny. He was only a few minutes older than Mo Li. Father Mo Lian is still like father

"Obviously so reluctant, why do you still leave and stay if you don't want to let go?" Hito Naiyan laughed and teased the serious Nalan Ziting

Nalan Ziting glanced at Ridu Naiyan casually, but his tone was never serious, "It's not so much a war between Mo Xi and Xiliang, it's better to say that this is just a war between Brother Mo Lian and Brother Mo Han. Everyone is related to me, but I have no reason to intervene in this war. As I said, knowing the destiny does not mean violating established facts.”

"I said that, so why do you still show such a ghostly look?" Hito Naiyan thought it was funny that Nalan Ziting was obviously a duplicity existence, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth.

However, Nalan Ziting was disdainful when he heard Hito Naiyan's words, "What do I have to worry about? It's not that those guys who haven't experienced anything just think it's ironic. They may not have imagined the tranquility of this moment. In exchange for the bloodshed and fighting ahead..."

It has been the fourth day since Mo Yixiao arrived in Yangcheng

Standing at the gate of the city and staring at the troops approaching the city, this battle is really tight. The Khan of Xiliang is really amazing. He even assembled a Turkic army. This time, the coach of Xiliang is Tian Khan, and the general of Shuhai is Turkic. The eldest son of the emperor, Tuomurei, is the deputy general, the crown prince of Xiliang, Han Xi. According to reports, the supervising army is the Shaoyang princess Mu Saren.

Mo Yixiao has dealt with Mu Saren and Han Xi before. This time, Han Xi is the deputy general to train him. No matter what, he is also the future ruler of Xiliang. Mo Yixiao agrees in his heart that they arranged for this war safely, Mu Sa Ren That little girl has a delicate mind and knows a little about him and Mo Han. She supervises the army, but after all, she has a special status, and there are quite a lot of people in Xiliang and Turks. What's more, it is the Shuhai Khan who is personally the coach. of

Compared to Mo Xi, it’s a bit inferior. Except for him, he’s that person.

"The army is already approaching the city, my lord, you are still so indifferent, you are worthy of Li Luo's fancy."

"Shut up and don't let you call his name"

Mo Yixiao frowned and stared at the man in front of him, who was dressed in white and looked like a nobleman. His brows were as gentle as jade, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes. "My lord, I know the reason why you don't want to see me. Even if I don't say it, you know it in your heart, but I am the supervisor this time. You can't lose this war for Moxi's future and for Liluo."

In the name of Liluo, he deeply buried the thorn in his heart. Mo Yixiao didn't look at the moment he turned around and said lightly, "Even if you don't tell me, I will know."

"Since you understand, my lord, why don't you analyze this war with me?" Cui Yunfeng's words faded away from the gentle coat, with a hint of sharpness, maybe it's the jealousy of rivals when they meet each other.

Mo Yixiao silently turned around and faced Cui Yunfeng's sharp eyes. He knew very well in his heart that although the Cui family headed by Concubine Cui Guifei had collapsed, this man's status had never been shaken. It can be seen that this man's good means, after all, he made Li Luo A man who sees everything differently

"What Master Cui said is so true, so I am all ears." Mo Yixiao waved his hands away from the shopkeeper, he wanted to see what this Cui Yunfeng could say

"Xiliang's army seems to be invulnerable, but upon closer inspection, there are loopholes everywhere." Looking at Cui Yunfeng's unpredictable expression, Mo Yixiao is ready to listen carefully and wants to accept his next words

"This time the supervising army is the very popular Princess Shaoyang in Xiliang. The engagement between the little girl and the prince of Xiliang has dragged on for many years. The reason why the two of them haven't married must be better than me, my lord. But this war was provoked. The reason is also because that person is really a disaster, and he deserves to be taught by Li Luo."

Seeing Cui Yunfeng's playful look, Mo Yixiao frowned and told him to get to the point

Cui Yunfeng coughed lightly and said, "Princess Shaoyang has a strong character and is a rare female hero. As Prince Hanxi's fiancée, she has been acting as his assistant. This responsibility is like holding the hilt of a sword. The two are two. One body means that if one of the two is broken, the victory is within easy reach, and the method does not need to be said, the prince will naturally know it.”

Cui Yunfeng's expression is still calm and indifferent, but Mo Yixiao's gentle staring eyes are completely ruined

In the next second, Young Master Cui's words were like a curse, "My lord has already reached this point, don't you still have to do it?"