Dandere General and his Lord

But she still selected a group of loyal and capable sergeants from the soldiers brought back from Bianzhou as her personal escort.

At the moment in the harem, in front of Mrs. Yang Tai, Mo Qiaosheng was pressed to the ground by several powerful guards. Beside him, a disheveled concubine slumped on the ground, crying and crying.

Mrs. Yang Tai, who was in the first place, said coldly: "Now that you have captured Jian in China, and both people have stolen money, what else do you have to quibble about?"

Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth, knowing that he had stepped into a trap.

Today in the military camp, a man from the palace found him, saying that the lord had something to announce that he would return to the palace early.

Mo Qiaosheng didn't suspect him, so he came back and entered the dormitory of the Lord's Fair Day, only to see a disheveled woman rolling down from the room in a panic.

Afterwards, a group of sergeants from the army rushed in, grabbed the two of them, and bundled them up in front of Mrs. Tai.

Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth and said to himself secretly: I can't accept my fate easily, I must hold out until the master comes back.

A palace maid brought a tray with a pot of wine and two wine glasses on it.

Mrs. Yang Tai raised her chin, "Send them on the road, clean their hands and feet."

The concubine named Yu Fei screamed in shock, and the two stout palace servants pinched her mouth mercilessly and poured poisonous wine.

Yu Fei covered her throat, clucked a few times, spit out white foam from her mouth, and thumped back and forth on the ground a few times, then gradually shrank and stopped moving.

The two guards set up Mo Qiaosheng, who did not resist, and was about to drink alcohol, when Mo Qiaosheng suddenly flipped his wrists and broke free from their restraint.

He stretched out his long legs and kicked one person. Taking advantage of everyone's surprise, he turned over and escaped from the temple.

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around." Mrs. Yang Tai was furious, slapped the table and said, "Hurry up and bring him back. I want to see where he can go?"

Warriors holding weapons kept swarming in the courtyard outside the hall. Mo Qiaosheng spread his movements with his bare hands, like a trapped wild shòu, bursting out with the most powerful force in his life.

A dozen or so soldiers were besieged, but they couldn't take him down for a while.

Mrs. Yang Tai stretched out a finger, pointed outside the hall, and said to Lu Mastiff, the captain of the bodyguard in the hall: "This is the soldier you trained? There are so many people who can't even take a slave with bare hands? What's the use of me asking you?"

The muscles on Lu Mastiff's face twitched, and his eyes showed sullenness. He turned his wrists, stepped out of the hall door in person, and joined the battle group.

During the melee, Mo Qiaosheng felt that Jianjing had been hit hard.

Half of his body went numb, and he swayed a bit, knowing that something was wrong. He was a master, and he recognized that the technique of fighting xué was both accurate and ruthless.

However, the situation did not allow him to think too much, and several swords swept into the wind.

Mo Qiaosheng reluctantly dodged, and Shenque was hit again, his body softened, and he finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

He was escorted back to the hall by several soldiers, and pressed firmly in front of Mrs. Yang Tai.

Mrs. Yang Tai pointed at Mo Qiaosheng on the ground and scolded: "I don't know how high the sky is, I should have killed you, such a flirtatious beast."

An attendant stepped forward, raised Mo Qiaosheng's face, and tried to pour poison on him, but Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth and resisted desperately.

is making a fuss.

The gate of the hall opened wide, and a group of guards and servants in armor and guns swarmed in. All of these people had just retreated from the battlefield. They had seen blood with real swords and real guns. Arranged on both sides.

Cheng Qianye stepped into the hall door with his hands behind his back, and watched the situation in the house silently for a long time.

He said softly, "Mother, what are you doing?"

She spoke in a low voice, but it made everyone in the hall feel a tingling in their scalps.

In an instant, the person who was kneeling on the ground clattered.

Mrs. Yang Tai stood up, facing Cheng Qianye's indifferent eyes, she felt a sense of unfounded fear crawling up her cervical spine.

What am I afraid of, he is my son, no, my daughter, how can she still treat me?

Mrs. Yang Tai comforted herself.

She remembered that when her daughter was young, she secretly raised a stray dog ​​that came from nowhere. She was afraid of being discovered by herself, so she carefully hid it and tucked it away.

But what in the palace can escape his eyes? That dog was so dirty and ugly that he lost his status as a princess. So although her daughter cried and begged herself, she still mercilessly ordered someone to deal with the dog.

The daughter just twisted and cried with herself for a while, and finally was coaxed back easily by herself?

This time is the same, the daughter is still a daughter, it will not be so.

Madam Yang calmed down and said, "My son, this person and that jade concubine..."

"Mother. Retire first." Cheng Qianye interrupted her.

Before Mrs. Yang Tai could answer, she flicked her sleeves and shouted, "Get out!"

The female officials and attendants in the palace bowed their heads and quickly exited the palace gate.

The armored soldier brought by Cheng Qianye walked last. They closed the gate of the temple and stood outside the temple.

In the hall, only Mrs. Yang Tai, Cheng Qianye, and Mo Qiaosheng, who was lying on the ground, were unable to move.

"My son, you heard Wei Niang tell you." Mrs. Yang Tai explained ramble.

Cheng Qianye looked at her mouth that opened and closed, thinking about what to do next.

The vicious and stupid woman in front of her, who is over fifty years old, is the mother of her body.

Unstable in his own foundation,

At the critical moment of the implementation of the New Deal, she really didn't want to fall out with this woman, so that people would be labeled as unfilial.

I'll try, if I can't really change her mind from the bottom of my heart. Even at the risk of being a big bastard, I can't keep her life today, so as not to be a demon behind my back every day.

She lifted the hem of her clothes and knelt beside Mo Qiaosheng.

"Mother." Cheng Qianye raised his head, showing a pitiful expression, "Actually, these days, I really feel very tired, live very tired, and pretend to be very tired."

While speaking, Cheng Qianye carefully observed whether Mrs. Yang Tai's emotional color changed.

"Mother, you don't know. At first, the people around me either looked down on me or wanted to kill me, and none of them were at ease."

"This person spoke ill of me behind, and that person tried to harm me with poisonous wine. I was trembling all day and night, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep every day."

For a middle-aged woman with a rigid mind and a temper, it is difficult to achieve the desired effect with her.

It is easier to achieve the goal sometimes by showing the weakness first, and then showing the emotion.

Cheng Qianye just wanted to act, but as he was talking, remembering the hard time he had just passed over, he was also emotional, and tears were squeezed out.

"Only this slave, I really like him, whenever I suppress the pain. With him to accompany me to compensate me, I can relax a little, and not be so tight."

Cheng Qianye raised her head quietly, she saw that Mrs. Yang Tai's emotional color, which was full of resentment, was quickly changing into a color that symbolized pity and pity.

So she made persistent efforts and played a ruthless act with tears in her eyes.

She picked up the poisoned wine on the table and said, "If my mother really can't keep him, then...then I have no taste in life, if I drink this cup with him, I will spend the rest of my life, and I won't have to think about those troubles in the future. something happened."

A body slammed over, knocking the glass of wine to the ground.

Mo Qiaosheng knocked over the wine in her hand and fell to the ground with her.

He stared at Cheng Qianye, his eyes were woven with complex emotions that were difficult to express, and he slowly shook his head,

"No. No. No!"

At this moment, this azure blue gemstone is like the ocean under the wind and rain, surging with violent waves.

A strong sakura pink was woven back and forth with the glacial blue.

Oops, overplayed and forgot about him. Cheng Qianye was stunned for a moment. Did I say this to my face?

The wine glass fell to the ground, rolled, and happened to roll to Mrs. Yang Tai's feet.

Mrs. Yang Tai was startled as if she had been scalded by something.

Immediately, she reacted, picked up the cup, looked around in a panic, and threw the cup into the farthest corner under the chair.

"My son, my son." Mrs. Yang Tai rushed to the ground and hugged Cheng Qianye, "How can you poke your mother's heart like this, I have only you as a child, and you are going to take your mother's life."

"My son's heart is miserable, how can my mother not know." She touched Cheng Qianye's head, tears falling like rain, "Don't be stupid, since you like this slave, keep it. Mother will never do it again. Don't embarrass him."

"Mother, Bianzhou is the first city I won, and my foundation is there." Cheng Qianye struck while the iron was hot, "If I can't keep Bianzhou this time, I'm afraid I won't have the face to face many ministers and ministers, prestige It will also plummet.”