The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 154, Mo Zhen is Marshal

"Do you really think that this king will win this battle?" When Yao Mozhen returned to the line of sight, the night Jun Qing looked at her with awe, and his eyes faintly looked forward to.

"Very sure!" Yao Mozhen nodded without hesitation.

"Why?" The light in the eyes of the night Junqing is brighter and brighter.

"Because Mo Zhen is the marshal." Yao Mozhen’s words suddenly changed to the thunder outside the tent. The night Junqing felt that there was no way to talk to Yao Mozhen, so he walked away so much that he did not Listen to Yao Mo's next words, "Because you are a pioneer..."

After leaving the Imperial City until Goyang, it took almost half a month to go. During this period, the time of the sudden rainstorm was delayed. In fact, the actual march time was only ten days, which is five days faster than Yao Mozhen’s expected. Based on this, it is enough to prove that the analysis of the marching route of the night Junqing is accurate, so the so-called handsome talent should be so.

At this moment, Yao Mozhen had already slept in the sunrise and sunset at the Goyang Hall. Until the night of Junjun, who settled in the army, returned to the pavilion, Yao Mozhen stretched out and got up from the bed.

"Mother, the dinner is ready." Ting Yue, who has been outside, heard the call of the Lord, and pushed in the door.

"Well, did the Su Prince come back?"

"I have already returned, just sent away the generals of the war in Goyang." Tingyue picked up the comb and followed the hair of Yao Mozhen.

"Comb a bun suitable for this scorpion." Yao Mo lazy walked to the dressing table, and opened the drawer to take the phoenix Yaoxian 递 and hand it to Tingyue. Tingyue was alive, and then carefully dressed for Yao Mozhen.

After the time of a fragrant incense, Yao Mozhen came to the main hall of the pavilion. At this moment, the night Junqing had waited for almost half an hour. Originally, the face of Qingtian was not seen, and the thick clouds became thicker and thicker.

"You marry this marshal is really good! Sleep again for a while and then brighten up!" Night Junqing does not want to complain, but can't help it, since the 11-year-old with his father to the present, he has experienced a battle of big and small, also I have met a lot of marshals, and I have never seen a marshal like Yao Mozhen as irresponsible.

Whether it is the layout of the array, or the battle for the marshal to decide to win, Yao Mozhen is good, sleep, but also to go to the military order, who if disturbed, to the military law.

"Yes? I knew that I would sleep for a while." Yao Mozhen walked to the table with the steps of Yu Ting, and then sat down, and saw the night Junqing took a piece of rice paper and walked over.

"These are the documents that will be sent to the military. They need to be stamped and brought the handsome seals!" The night prince sighed in anger and then put the papers in front of Yao Mozhen.

"Wang Ye does not intend to let Mo Zhen finish the meal and cover these things?" Yao Mozhen looked at the table full of treasures, and felt a little hungry in his stomach.

"First stamp!" The tolerance of the night Junqing has reached the limit.

"Ting Yue, just look for something to change the handsome print." Yao Mo lazy leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes turned to the table legs, the night Jun Qingxin suspicious, looking at Yao Mozhen's gaze, When I saw the handsome seal of the white jade carving being under the legs of the table, the face of Zhang Junyi was as black as the ink.

"Yao Mozhen!" The night Jun Qing suddenly got up and screamed, his eyes looked like a fire-breathing look to Yao Mozhen. In the eyes of the night Junqing, the handsome seal is more sacred than the jade, and Yao Mozhen will What he regards as a fetish is so ruined, and it is really violent to show her to her.

"It’s so loud, scared Mo Zhen doesn’t know what to do. Tingyue, help the palace back to rest, dizziness.” Yao Mo Yuyu refers to the amount of money, and there is an open mouth.

"It is the king's fault, how do you want to stamp it?" The night Jun Qing sighed and sighed, and hardly swallowed all the anger, and then looked coldly at Yao Mozhen. At this point, he can still care about it, and he now urgently needs Yao Mozhen to stamp the paper.

"Wang Ye smiled a look?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows to look at the night Junqing, the eyebrows bent.

"Laughter can't come out!" Night Jun is cold and cold, he just wants to cry now. Seeing the night Jun Qing endured to the limit, Yao Mozhen did not continue to ridicule the compassion, but took over the handsome seal handed over by Tingyue, one by one on the instrument.

In fact, Yao Mozhen’s actions are not entirely to ridicule the night, but more to create illusions, so that his actions will satisfy the night of the imperial city. With her understanding of the night game, Goyang must have secrets to return to the imperial city at this moment. Of course, there is Yin Xue, and those secrets are not close to the pavilion.

"It's covered, and the next king is satisfied." When Yao Mozhen handed over the seal to Tingyue, the night Junqing had already got the paper in his hand. Just when the night Jun Qing wanted to leave, he suddenly found the Yaotail Yaoxian on Yao Mozhen’s hair.

"This...how can this be on your head?" The night Jun Qing clearly remembered that he had thrown it into the dry well not far from Guan Gong Palace.

"Fortunately, it is only a fake for the prince to give it to the prince. Otherwise, if such a precious thing is buried in the dry well, it is really a pity!" Yao Moyuyu pointed over the Fengwei Yaoxian, and thanked him.

The night Jun heard the sound, and the forehead suddenly floated three black lines, gnashing his teeth and looking at Yao Mozhen.

"Do you give the king that it is only fake?" When the night Junqing was shocked, the heart had already cursed Yao Mo for ten thousand times, and there was no lower limit in the belly black!

"Of course it is fake, Wang Ye did not see it?" Yao Mozhen's innocent appearance at the moment has been immune to the night Junqing. At this moment, the night Jun Qing smashed the wrath of the bottom of his heart, and he hoped that Yao Mozhen was a man, so that he could vent his unscrupulous!

"In fact, if Wang Ye wants to start, Mo Zhen will not fight back, but... Can Wang Ye be sure to play Yin Xue?" Yao Mozhen seems to have penetrated the idea of ​​the night Junqing, adding to the snow.

At this moment, the night Jun Qing took a deep breath and forced himself to comfort himself with the words that men do not fight with women. Well, he admits that he is not Yin Xue’s opponent. Just when the night Jun Qing turned and wanted to run away, he suddenly heard a cat call.

"Xiaoyou? You still bring a cat!" When I saw a snow-white kitten lying there at the door, the night of Junqing’s slightly calming heart suddenly boiled. She thought it was a pastime!

"Is the original sister's sister called Xiaoyou?" The clear voice sounded leisurely, followed by a burst of dark fragrance, and the white singer, like the moon, came suddenly at the entrance of the main hall.

Junyi's facial features are distinct, jade-like face, sly eyesight, under the nose of the tall nose, the lips are smirking, and Feng Yihan leans over and picks up the kitten named Si Qing who stepped into the main hall. , leisurely to the night Junqing.

"Sue Prince, I haven't seen you for a long time!" I don't care about the shock of the night Junqing. Feng Yihan then turned and walked to Yao Mozhen and sat down.

"Yi Hanyi got the news that Yao Wei will come, and now he got up and took Si Qing to the Yintai. Just Yao Yao let Yi Han and so on, clearly arrived yesterday, but let Yi Han come tonight." Feng Yihan speech The complaints between the people made it sound very timid. At this moment, the night of the night, who wants to go away, changed his mind temporarily and turned to sit on the other side of Yao Mozhen.

"Do you ask him to come?" Night Jun Qing could not wait to ask an obvious question.

"Qi Wang has a heart, Mo Zhen really did not expect Qi Wang will personally come to Xiantai, but also bring Siqing." Yao Mozhen did not pay attention to the problem of the night Junqing, the current hand will seal the cold in the arms of the thinking I hugged it and kissed me.

"Yihan will not miss any chance to meet Mo Zhen." Feng Yihan's thin lips are light and warm. Yao Mo's eyes swept through the eyes of Feng Yihan, and the two eyes were like Hua, but there was no sadness and forbearance.