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

Chapter 727 Apricot blossom wine, waiting for your triumphant return

Mo Sangqing turned to leave, Mr. Meng stood up, and called Mo Weishen in a heavy tone, the old man suddenly felt sore and his eyes turned red.

"Teacher," Mo Sangqing was still in his usual appearance, without grandiosity or rhetoric, Major General Mo said to his teacher with a smile: "When the disciple returns from victory, you will bury your altar under the apricot tree. Take out the apricot blossom wine and use it as a celebration wine for the disciples."

"Okay," Mr. Meng nodded.

"It's a deal," Mo Sangqing smiled and bowed to Mr. Meng.

Old Mr. Meng sat down slowly, his body stiff.

"Ah Mo has already left the customs." When he was about to leave, Mo Sangqing remembered something again, and whispered to Mr. Meng: "He also misses you."

A disciple was about to leave the pass, and another disciple was already outside the pass. Mr. Meng covered his face with his hands and said, "Go, I will wait for you to come back as a teacher."

"Yes," Mo Sangqing said yes, then turned and left.

General Mo walked out of the teahouse. After a while, the sound of horseshoes sounded in front of the teahouse, and the distance went further and further.

Xun music came from the teahouse, the tone was simple and plain, and the unknown music was sometimes ethereal and soft, sometimes deep and sad, and finally became passionate, just like the sound of the horn in the army.

Mr. Meng, who was sitting alone in the lobby, burst into tears suddenly, and rushed out the door and said loudly: "When you come back triumphantly, I will bring out the fine apricot blossom wine as a teacher. The fine wine of apricot blossoms will wait for your triumphant return!"

Mr. Meng’s altar of apricot blossom wine was given by a friend in Jiangnan 50 years ago, and was buried under a century-old apricot tree in the courtyard of his study. Mo Sangqing has always wanted to taste the taste of this Jiangnan apricot blossom wine. It's a pity that it has not been able to do so.Today, Mr. Meng no longer cherishes good wine. The old man only hates himself for not bringing the wine. If the disciple wants to drink it, let him drink it. Why is he so stingy? !
"Okay," a good voice came from afar, making it unclear to people.

Amidst Aunt Qin's Xun music, Mr. Meng burst into tears.So what about learning and getting rich?So what about countless books?So what if he is known as the gallant of the world?Useless is a scholar, and when it comes to life and death, he, a useless old man, can only sit in the teahouse lobby full of dust and cobwebs, watching his disciples leave and go to die.

"The old man couldn't even let him have a sip of tea," Mr. Meng said to Aunt Qin who walked beside him, "The old man can't give him anything!"

Aunt Qin's eyes were red and swollen, she said in a low voice, "Weishen and Ah Mo will return safely."

As soon as Mr. Meng closed his eyes, a line of muddy tears flowed from his eyes again, is it possible?

Qiu Yue waited anxiously in front of the house, and heard the sound of horseshoes from a distance, Young General Qiu stretched his head to look, and seeing that it was Mo Sangqing, Young General Qiu greeted him down the steps in a hurry.

Mo Sangqing got off his horse, glanced at Qiu Yue, nodded to his friend, and said: "It's a lot."

Qiu Yue took a look at Mo Sangqing and asked, "Meng Lao?"

"I'll let him leave Futu Pass as soon as possible." Mo Sangqing handed the reins of the horse to the pawn who ran up to him, and whispered to Qiu Yue while walking up the steps: "Please come to the main hall, we will leave tomorrow close."

Qiu Yue's heart sank, and Meng Qizhen, a teacher, couldn't persuade Mo Sangqing.

"If there is another way, do you think I am willing to do this?" Mo Sangqing turned to look at Qiu Yue and said, "Why? Are you afraid before the battle?"

"Who the hell is scared?" Qiu Yue said in a muffled voice.

"Then don't think about it," Mo Sangqing said, "My teacher is very frightened by you."

Do you call yourself scared?Qiu Yue was angry and followed Mo Sangqing. When he was about to reach the main hall, Young General Qiu suddenly whispered: "Okay, I will follow your order, but can I be resurrected? Do you really trust him? You bring five thousand When the news about the soldiers going to Nanyan Castle reached the barbarian army, it also went to Fusheng. Major General, I would like to ask you, will Fusheng just watch you go to die?"

Mo Sangqing didn't speak.

"Even if the two of you have made an agreement, Yan Fusheng agreed to you," Qiu Yue said in a low voice, "He won't ask about anything other than killing Tiemu Pagoda, but can he really watch you die?"

The personal guards followed the two generals far away. The corridor had not been cleaned for many days, and there were a lot of sundries thrown on the ground, which looked dirty.

The moonlight slanted into the corridor and shone on Mo Sangqing's body, covering the whole body of the major general, making him look cold even in the summer night.

"If he doesn't care about you," Qiu Yue walked behind Mo Sangqing, and said, "What will Liang Yuan think? Are you not afraid that these two people will become strangers because of this matter?"

Mo Sangqing's footsteps stopped.

"Don't stare at me," Shao General Qiu said after rushing back to look at his friend and waving his hands, "Truth is truth, and feelings belong to feelings. Yan Fusheng did nothing wrong, but with Liang Yuan, he, a right person, would not Will become your accomplice to kill you? He refused to save you, so you died."

The chirping of insects in Xia Ye made Mo Sangqing a little upset.

"Besides, I don't think Fusheng will leave you alone," Qiu Yue said, "I obey the order, and I don't care about you. I just want to fight the barbarian leader Tiemuta to my death, but you can guarantee that Yan Fusheng will not detour through Huangshabao help you?"

Mo Sangqing turned around and walked forward.

"What's the use of not talking?" Qiu Yue said, "Weichen, think again."

Walking through the corridor, looking at the Moon Gate not far away, Mo Sangqing said to Qiu Yue: "Resurrection is impossible."

"How do you know?" Qiu Yue asked.

"I watched him grow up, of course I know," said General Mo.

"What? The one you watched growing up turned out to be a little white-eyed wolf?" Qiu Yue said angrily.

Mo Sangqing turned his head to look at Qiu Yue again, this time General Mo looked displeased.

"All right, all right," Young General Qiu raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong, I'm a white-eyed wolf."

"If you are like this, I will let you stay and guard Futu Pass," Mo Sangqing whispered.

"Don't threaten me," Qiu Yue said, "Let's think about things further. After this battle is over, how will you face the people in the army if you are resurrected?"

A little white-eyed wolf who doesn't care about his brother's life or death, how can he convince the public?
"Then he can figure out his own way," Mo Sangqing said, "Can I still follow him for the rest of my life?"

"Okay," Qiu Yue said angrily, "You can think about it so well, so why should I worry about it?"

Mo Sangqing smiled.

"Cruel-hearted guy," Qiu Yue said, seeing that his friend could still laugh, "How do you live after the resurrection and good relationship? So what if you kill Tiemu Pagoda? Will you be happy after resurrection? If he feels that he owes you, you Can you still live to enlighten him?"

Mo Sangqing walked into the Moon Gate silently.

"Major General," the guards standing on both sides of the moon gate saluted Mo Sangqing.

"Excuse me," Qiu Yuechong waved his hand to the guard who was saluting him. He doesn't want to accept any salute now, he wants to kneel down for Mo Sangqing now!

(End of this chapter)