The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 325

After drinking another glass of wine, Yan Dongjin gently put down the wine glass, everyone was thinking, the way Young Master Yan put the wine glass did not look like a soldier in the army at all, it was too careful and too elegant.

"Young Master Yan," a general said with a smile, "This cup is not worth much, the eldest of six can buy five at Nanmen Street."

The color of the wine glass is yellow, and it even feels rough to the touch, so rough, this kind of wine glass must be worthless.

Yan Dong didn't make a sound at all, but raised his hand and untied the saber hanging from his waist.

Everyone was stunned immediately.

The one who said that the wine glass was worthless was even more shocked. It was okay to be so drunk just now, but when he came to him, he just said that the glass was worthless. Will Yan Dong end cut him off?

Under the gazes of astonished, probing, or theater-watching eyes, Yan Dong drew his sword out of its sheath.

The combat knives of the Liaodong Army are all slender, not as broad as the central plains, and the same goes for the knives at the end of the winter.Yan Dongji put the knife horizontally on the wine table, the sword was blood-stained, and the blade was as thin as paper. At first glance, the knife was a sharp weapon for killing people, sharp and bloodthirsty.

"Master Yan," the general stood up and wanted to defend himself. This wine glass is really worthless, he just told the truth, he didn't mean anything else.

"Drinking like this is not very interesting," Yan Dongjin said.

"What?" The general was dumbfounded, you just draw your sword if you are bored, young master?
The generals in the main room were all stunned, not knowing what Yan Dongji was going to do.

"Xiaoqu," Yan Dongjin murmured to himself.

"Young Master Yan," a general thought that Yan Dongjin just wanted to listen to a ditty, so he quickly reminded Yan Dongjin, "This is during the national mourning period."

At this time, Yan Dong is listening to a little song in Liaodong, no one cares, no one can go past Mo Wangbei and his son when it comes to power, but you are in the capital, it is not easy for General Mo to protect Mo Liangyuan now, Do you drink and have fun during national mourning?This crime is a capital crime, aren't you trying to make trouble for your brother?
Yan Dongjin flicked his fingers on the blade.

The sword made a clanging sound, and Yan Dongjin hummed softly at the sound.

Everyone was stunned, but not long after, someone clapped their hands to beat Yan Dongjin.

What Yan Dongjin hums is a small tune from Liaodong. The tune is not complicated, and there is not much need to change the voice, but the lyrics are very good. The desert is yellow sand, the sunset is lonely, the heroes are bones, the beauties are white hair, and they sing about ancient times. A few people come back, the beauty is easy to grow old, the grass and trees are in the spring and autumn, but the mountains and rivers remain the same.

Yan Dong played his sword and hummed, very casually, but all the generals listened very carefully.General Yan didn't show it when he was talking, but when he sang, his voice was surprisingly nice, deep, and blurred, and just so inadvertently, he hummed a Liaodong ditty full of sadness. people's hearts.

All the people here are warriors, so the big guys can't describe the feeling Yan Dongjin gave them at the moment. It was obviously a messy warrior banquet, and six copper coins could buy five thick wine glasses mixed with chicken, duck and fish bones , leftovers were left on the ground, and the people who drank were almost all five-year-olds. After drinking for thirty years, their clothes were disheveled, and their breasts were exposed. From the appearance to the smell, this banquet has nothing to do with elegance.

But at the end of severe winter, just this severe winter, sitting on the main seat, a handsome young man is clean, and the wine table in front of him is also clean, the wine, soup, and bone residues that have not been dripped are all placed in a small dish. Standing there, they were neatly placed, and the wine glasses and bowls and chopsticks stayed where they should be. This person is just like the Qingya that the scholar said, and he has nothing to do with this banquet.

But who was that person who was drinking and talking to me just now?Many generals are confused now.

Qiao Wu looked at Yan Dongjin, thought for a long time, and finally came up with a comment. After waiting for a while, this is another Mo Sangqing.

At this time, in the mansion of Duke Huguo, Duke Huguo was facing his own clansmen.

"The doctor said, your father is fine." Glancing at the people in the hall, Duke Protector first said to the two sons of the suffering master: "You can rest assured, take him back and take care of him."

Everyone was stunned by the whip, and just got such a light sentence from the protector. The two sons of the suffering master were dissatisfied, so they didn't dare to choke with the protector.

"The old man pays for the funeral." The Lord Protector said again: "Now that the country is mourning, no one's funeral can go past the late emperor. After you go back, the funeral should not be a big deal. Only when people die can they go to the earth for peace." It’s serious, and everything else is for living people to see, so it’s fine if you don’t do it.”

Even the funerals of the patriarch and elders are not allowed to be held?

The people of the Mo Clan looked at each other, feeling dissatisfied in their hearts, but no one dared to speak up and say no to Duke Protector.

"What about the murderer?" A clansman asked about justice for the country.

"Dali Temple is investigating," Huguo Gong said, "When there is a result, the old man will order Mo Fu to spread the word."

So can this still have results?The people of the Mo clan began to discuss in low voices again, and the flames could not be suppressed.

"Wealth is not so easy to ask for," Duke Protector said again at this time: "The patriarch and the elders have been implicated by the old man."

"What's the meaning of the Duke's words?" a clansman asked.

"This matter is nothing more than the enemy's attack," said the Lord Protector. "The patriarch and the elders are not officials in the court. What kind of enemies can they provoke? This murderer is targeting the old man, so the old man is sorry for the elders."

"Then who is the murderer?" A member of the clan immediately asked.

"My lord, you can arrest the shopkeeper and the staff of the teacup for questioning," another clansman said, "You can't arrest Mo Sangqing for questioning, but you can arrest the shopkeeper and staff of Yanqing Teahouse for questioning, right?"

"They are all dead," Duke Hu Guo glanced at the clansman and said, "Dali Temple took care of this matter after accepting the case, but it was still a step too late."

"Is that death without proof?" a young clansman said loudly.

The Lord Protector said: "Let Dali Temple investigate."

"Mo Sangqing must know who the murderer is," said the people, "Does Dali Temple dare to ask Mo Sangqing for questioning?"

The Lord Protector smiled, but the smile lines didn't stretch out on his face, and the smile disappeared again. The Lord Protector simply looked at the people talking, and said: "Just now Mo Sangqing was in the mansion, why don't you Ask him face to face?"

This tribe was questioned, could Mo Sangqing care about him?
"Let's all go back," Duke Huguo served tea off to the guests.

"Then it seems like this is the case, the patriarch grandpa and the others died so unclearly," said the still young clansman, "the murderer will definitely not be found."

"The old man didn't stop you from taking revenge," Duke Hu said in a low voice, "Go if you have the ability, just remember, don't risk your life indiscriminately."

Although the relationship has eased now, Lord Protector doesn't mind adding trouble to Mo Sangqing at all. He knows the skills of these tribesmen. How can these people have the ability to kill the great general of the Liaodong General's Mansion?The daring of this group of people is to let Mo Sangqing spend some time thinking, at most that's it.

(End of this chapter)