General Chu

In the early morning of the next day, Su Yingmiao woke up from starvation. After two hours of hard work, she suddenly remembered everyone who Mo Wen rejected Chu Zici yesterday. As a general, there is not even a maidservant in the backyard.

He got up angrily and ran to Mo Wen's door and slammed the door loudly, but there was no answer in the room for a long time.

The faint footsteps behind him approached, and Su Yingmiao still knocked on the door with all her strength, but when the person who came was only five meters away from him, he suddenly leaned back and stabbed the long sword straight out.

The man flew backwards as if he had expected it long ago. Su Yingmiao looked at him in a strange posture, and quickly recognized who it was, but the movement of his hands didn't stop until Mo Wen folded it casually. A plum branch is across the side of his neck.

He has a famous sword in his hand, but Mo Wen doesn't have it, because Mo Wen doesn't need it, although such things as killing people by picking up flowers only exist in mythology, but it is easy for Mo Wen to break a branch into a sword after he has practiced martial arts to this level.

"I was able to avoid three moves before I was restrained, and my swordsmanship has improved."

Su Yingmiao rolled her big eyes, pursed her lips and said, if she has the ability to use a crossbow, compare the accuracy.

Mo Wen smiled, noncommittal.

In fact, Su Yingmiao ate too much at the Fengfeng Banquet yesterday and still hasn't digested it. She is both hungry and has no appetite, so the two of them chose a teahouse nearby.Mo Wen had no attitude in following him the whole time, because he knew that Su Yingmiao was actually a troublemaker, and if he didn't follow him, there might be troubles.

"Tea Talk" is located on the busiest Chang'an Avenue. In the hall are idlers who pass the time after dinner, and in the stands are excited storytellers.If you are willing to pay an extra ten dollars, you can have a glimpse of the scenery on the second floor.Looking up from the small window in the scent of the dove flowers, you can see the singing girl on the opposite attic dressing up across the street.

Moths, snow willows, and golden strands make a great country Vientiane.Compared with the prosperity 20 years ago, it is even worse.But it happened that the Chu people who never gave up, the thriving Great Chu, was casually designated as the Yi nationality, for no reason, because Zhou Tianzi was the co-lord of the world and the lord of Chu land was only a small viscount.

In the stands, the storyteller turned his fan and started today's story with a quiet tone.In the storybook, a young general went deep into the enemy's camp alone to capture his general alive, and finally wiped him out with internal and external cooperation, piled up the enemy's bones and built the general's tomb.

A clichéd yet heart-pounding passionate story, the storyteller closes the folding fan amidst the inquiries of "what's next", pretending to say mysteriously, please listen to the next chapter to break it down.Amidst the uproar, the spectators left the venue unsatisfied.Only Mo Wen turned around with a cold face and wanted to leave.

Su Yingmiao dragged him and refused to let him go. While pulling him, she leaned over and said meanly, Hey, it turns out that you are not only famous in the army, but also famous in the scriptures. If it weren't for this general who appeared last Tsuka I almost didn't realize he was talking about you.

Mo Wen turned around and glanced at him, Su Yingmiao consciously kept her voice down for her own safety.

Just when the two were about to walk out of the "tea talk", there was a sudden noise of tables and chairs falling to the ground on the second floor.

Looking up, four burly men were taking off their clothes and showing off their arms to the young man in a white gown, as if they wanted to put their fists in their mouths.

Su Yingmiao asked enthusiastically, do you think that little brother will pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and beat a group of them to death.

"He doesn't know martial arts." Mo Wen said indifferently.

Just as Su Yingmiao was about to refute, she saw the person beside her turn around and step on the railing of the stairs and fly away.He touched the railing distressedly, and said, it's okay, it's okay, luckily it didn't crack, otherwise he would have to pay...

Upstairs, the boy slowly clenched his fists under the long sleeves, and said to the man in front of him who was clearly looking for trouble. I don’t know if you have the habit of shouting loudly and don’t like being disturbed. I have been disturbed a lot today. I have some broken silver in my hand. I also hope to accept it.

The big man weighed the money bag he handed over, and said with a sly smile, he must have more than this amount of money with such a big deal.

The young man's face turned gray in an instant. He had never been so flustered yesterday when he was negotiating with the general who held a heavy army and his life was at stake.He hurriedly took a step back to avoid the hand that was reaching out to grab his front, and said, let others be forgiven and forgive others.

The burly man suddenly burst out laughing as if he had heard some big joke.With a pale face, the young man signaled the people behind him to go downstairs for help, but before he finished speaking, he was blocked by someone, and he watched helplessly as the thick arm magnified in front of his eyes.

At that moment, time stood still, and a cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he suddenly remembered the torture regulations prevailing in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, thinking of going back and punishing those who hurt people in the downtown area to death.The guards on the long street rushed over when they heard the sound, but it was too late. They stood downstairs and watched helplessly as the big man stretched his fist towards his master.

In the next second, a scream resounded through the sky.Su Yingmiao went upstairs unhurriedly, seeing the big man being violently twisted off the arm that was hanging by his side in a strange posture, feeling sorry, holding his broken arm and lamenting, it's a pity, a pity, I'm afraid it will be useless in this life .

The young man who was still in shock looked at Mo Wen with a pale face, obviously froze, and said in a low voice, General Mo.

Without the battle armor and the three-headed phoenix robe, they didn't know each other anymore.

Mo Wen thought for a while before realizing that the pale young man in front of him was the same person as Chu Zi who held his sword yesterday and said he was going to kill himself.He cupped his hands to salute, but the boy hurriedly dragged him back.

Probably because he was afraid that his identity would be exposed and cause turmoil, the young man walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and several big men on the stairs hurriedly crawled to the corner to hide.

Mo Wen looked down at his hands and was a little lost. He suddenly found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't connect the hurried young man in front of him with the high-ranking Chu Zi.

After a meal of snacks, Mo Wen really didn't want to stay with Su Yingmiao, who was bullying the little hooligan, so he returned home. As soon as he entered the door, his order arrived.

"General Xuan Mo enters the palace to have an audience."

When he rode his horse to the gate of the palace, the guards stopped him and said that the sedan chair was ready, and the general handed over the horse to us.Mo Wen nodded, not embarrassing the servants.

The leisurely sedan chair was walking on the official road, when it suddenly rained in the sky, Mo Wen opened the curtain and looked at the majestic Chu Palace outside, suddenly felt that a different color had been inexplicably added to the grand plan of the prosperous age.

He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was different from the original one.

In the Chengqing Palace, a man in a long gown stood under the eaves.The spring rain soaked into his clothes with a coolness, and he stretched out his hand to catch the rain in a mysterious way.

Wu Jizhou behind him took a step forward and said in a low voice, Your Majesty, General Mo has arrived.

The young man subconsciously withdrew his hand, turned to look at Mo Wen, he paused, and said, in a few days it will be the day of the pilgrimage, today Qihou took a motorcade passing by here, the lonely king went to see it, and there were five carts of copper.To be honest, we only have two cars.

Mo Wen looked at the young man in front of him, inexplicably feeling that there should be more important things to order him into the palace.Because the person in front of him was not wearing the white shirt he saw in the morning, nor the black three-headed phoenix robe that Chu Zi should wear according to etiquette, but the red dragon robe.

Chu people respected the phoenix and valued black, while Zhou people respected the dragon and valued red.Since Zhou Tianzi became king of the whole world, no one has ever dared to wear red clothes.

From this, Mo Wen knew that he was not the only one who was ambitious and deviant.

"Mo Qing, heading north for a hundred miles, are you going with the lonely king?"

Mo Wen paused for a moment and said, Your Majesty is not afraid that I will send someone to seize the city while you are away?

The young man smiled, and said in relief, you won't, because you don't like a viscount.

Mo Wen hesitated, and then laughed.The two stood side by side, looking at the gray sky and laughing loudly, as if they saw the sun breaking through the thick clouds and shining brightly on the earth.

They are so similar, like Mo Wen looked at the person in front of him in a trance, like looking at his own shadow, like Mo Wen, at a certain moment, he would forget that what he came back to Beijing this time was to usurp power and seize the throne to change the color of the world.

Mo Wen was wearing a green shirt, and his long hair was loosely tied behind his head with cloth strips. He was clearly a general who had been fighting all the year round with a heavy halberd in his hand, but there was no hostility in his body, and his smile was as gentle as jade.

The young man slightly raised his head to look at his side face, feeling that his heart, which had shrunk for 17 years and never dared to beat hard, suddenly found the reason for its existence, beating firmly and powerfully in his chest.It seems that the world that is about to fall has found a way out.

That year, he was 17 years old, Chu Zi who had just ascended to the throne, and he was 24 years old, a general who was in a hurry to return to Beijing.

After seeing Mo Wen, the young man went back to his dormitory, and the woman who was once the favorite of the mother in the harem was leaning against the door, waiting for him in the air vent in the corridor.A strand of silver hair is particularly eye-catching in the setting sun.It was as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Have you seen him?"

"Although Mo Qing has done some things out of line, he is an extremely gentle person. The lonely king knows that if he wants to achieve greatness in the future, he must be the only one." The young man replied.

The queen mother was silent for a long time, the knuckles of her clenched hands turned white, she said: "Chenfeng, I hope you don't forget that he is a famous general guarding the border, holding the life and death of Xu Li's family and the boundless world in his hands." The way of the world."

The young man paused and murmured, the life and death of Xu Li's clan...

When he came back to his senses, the queen mother had already left the palace.The power to decide is not in her hands, what has to be done has been done.I did everything I could.

"Mo Qing has gained a great reputation in the frontier for many years. Why didn't the father confer a title on him earlier?" the young man asked.

Wu Jizhou knelt down, his tone was calm, but there was a thick layer of sweat on his forehead, even so, he just said: "I don't know."

Don't ask, the boy suddenly remembered his name.

It was an era when masters emerged one after another, an era of constant destruction and creation.All countries are busy expanding their borders, and Chu State, which is located in the declining state of the frontier, endured, resisted, and stood up hesitantly.