Yu Jun

Chapter 127 Tired Birds Homecoming
Mo Lingfeng is at ease in the world created by Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan tolerated her and indulged her, but she couldn't resist her extraordinary energy. Mo Lingfeng often felt lonely and wandered in the deep Mo mansion.

She remembered that there were nine old trees in Jiusixuan, and there were 120 bookshelves in the study. There was a blue brick in the corner of the corridor from the study to the second hall, with cracks like spider webs.

She is like a lawless prisoner, imprisoned in that world.

So she made up her own mind and added Cheng Ting, but it was not enough, so she also included Wu Jin.

This time it is enough, and it will become crowded if someone enters.

The dazzling sunlight stung Mo Lingfeng's eyes, she stopped thinking about the blood stains, and waited for a long time until the fierce battle was nearing the end, then picked up the knife and trotted all the way to face the no longer agile Jinlu The massacre unfolded.

She was expressionless and slaughtered with a knife. Unlike Yin Nan's excitement, she had no waves in her heart.

These people are irrelevant, blood and corpses are irrelevant, just a part of her journey ahead, and will eventually be left behind by her.

Harvest the lives of all the gold captives, cut off their heads, Feng Fan inspected the wounded, searched for food, weapons, armor, abandoned the horse, and finally took off the things tied to the horse's legs and took them back to Sanchuan Village.

When they came, they were like ghosts, and when they left, they were burdened with heavy burdens, and they were still in the same momentum as the wind.

Knowing that the Jinlu army was behind, they ran without touching the ground, running all the way, only stopping briefly along the way, replenishing water and resting, changing the dressings for the wounded soldiers, and even sleeping intermittently, wishing they could not sleep and rest, Fly back to Sanchuan Village.

During the long run, Mo Ling was exhausted, the soles of her shoes were almost worn out, she knew that others were carrying heavy loads, and it was harder for her, so she didn't complain about suffering or tiredness, and just kept moving forward.

Feng Fan is the closest to her, and he can often feel hot flashes on her body, sweat dripping profusely, soaking through her hair, and dripping down her round chin.

He could see Mo Lingfeng's thin shoulders, which could be crushed by Jin Lu with one hand, and he was puzzled, wondering how such an immature body could have a steady flow of will and strength.

After six days and five nights of trekking, the yellow sand under their feet turned into coarse gravel and hard yellow soil, and the vegetation began to grow verdant. The archers at the fortress looked down from the heights, and they were the first to spot their whereabouts. The things he carried immediately sent a message to Zhong Jiaqing.

When the Sanchuan Village was boiling, Mo Lingfeng blasted into the village like gunpowder, and plunged into his room. Before he could take off his shoes, he raised his legs and knelt on the bed, dragging a crane cloak that Mo Qianlan had used , The whole head was buried in it.

Her ears were buzzing, her eyes were dark, the breath from her throat smelled dry and bloody, her chest felt like a tearing pain, her legs were heavy and weak, and only her heart was left in her chest Vigorously beating.

With a dirty face pressed against the crane cloak, Mo Qianlan's scent embraced her, making her cry with grievance.

"Brother, I'm exhausted."

After rubbing hard again, she acted coquettishly: "Brother, we killed a team of Iron Buddhas, I am very good."

The crane cloak gently wrapped her face, containing her sweaty and dirty head.

She rubbed her face against the clothes for a long time, then slowly got up, sat down on the chair, and yelled loudly: "Yin Nan, I want to drink water! I want to take a bath!"

Yin Nan had already been drinking in the water tank in advance, when he heard Mo Lingfeng shouting, he immediately came in with a pot of tea and filled the cup.

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, gulped it down angrily, drank three bowls in a row, his stomach was bulging, and he made a rattling sound when he walked.

"Girl, General Zhong told you to go to Zhongzhang for dinner in half an hour."

Mo Lingfeng untied the braids, patted the yellow sand in the braids, and felt terrible at the same time: "I want to take a bath."

Half an hour later, Mo Lingfeng had a completely new look, his hair was half-dried and tied into a bun, he was wearing a light gauze shirt inside, and a light armor that was no longer than knees or elbows outside, and went to the middle tent to meet Zhong Jiaqing.

Before he entered, he heard the sound of replying one after another from inside, and several soldiers came out one after another, went to the two villages behind to ask for soldiers, and took the things captured from the legs of the Jinlu horses, and hurried to Gaoping village to pass the message.

While Mo Lingfeng was standing outside the door waiting, Feng Fan also came, also wet from the wash, with a calm expression—entering Sanchuanzhai, returning to Zhong Jiaqing's side, he immediately felt at ease, no longer panicked, and wondered whether his Yintang Don't care about being black.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two were summoned. After entering, they saluted Chong Jiaqing. Before Zhong Jiaqing could praise the two of them, they immediately sat around the table. In a large pot of mutton.

Mo Lingfeng picked up a large piece of mutton, opened his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed wantonly.

She was very hungry, but she didn't gobble up the mutton. She grabbed a soft steamed cake and asked Chong Jiaqing for a plate of sugar.

Chong Jiaqing was full of joy at this time, seeing her very pleasing to the eye, he immediately waved his hand and asked the soldiers to go to the back camp to ask for a plate of sugar. Seeing Mo Lingfeng eating steamed cakes dipped in sugar, he couldn't help covering his cheeks and helping her. toothache.

When the two of them had eaten and drank enough, Mo Lingfeng burped into the empty sugar plate, and Zhong Jiaqing also blurted out words of praise.

He first said that Feng Fan has the style of a general, wise and brave, able to lead a whole force to wipe out a group of Jinlu and a group of iron pagodas, and then said that Mo Lingfeng is really not an ordinary little girl, she is smart, bold and careful, and said Ordinary girls dare to steal his horses for breeding?

No, so Mo Lefeng is indeed different.

Feng Fan's face was flushed, and he was embarrassed to be humble to the teacup in front of him. Mo Lingfeng received the praise very frankly, so it's fine to hear it.

After the Chong family finished celebrating, they felt comfortable and waved them out to rest. When the others came back, they would draw a map. Feng Fan got up and retreated, but Mo Lingfeng stood where he was.

"What's the matter?" Chong Jiaqing looked at her, "Aren't you full?"

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, thinking about the size of the table just now, if Mo Lingfeng's stomach is a bottomless pit, then he is indeed not full.

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "General, have we made a great contribution?"

"It's really a great achievement," Zhong Jiaqing saw that she was showing a gluttonous expression, and knew that she had come to ask for something, "What do you want, tell me."

"Commander."

With a "poof", Zhong Jiaqing spit out all the tea in his mouth, put down the teacup, coughed "Hang Han", groped his body with both hands, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the dripping tea from his beard.

He looked at Mo Lefeng: "Do you think the conductor coughs like a cabbage?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head and said, "It's not like that, so I'll exchange it with an iron pagoda."

Chong Jiaqing felt a sense of ridicule, but half-smiling and half-angry, he saw a little childlike appearance from this little thing, thinking that with his meager power, he could turn the world upside down.

Poor, cute, pity.

(End of this chapter)