Madam is right

Chapter 142.

His voice was like the breeze blowing across his cheeks in spring, warm and moist, very gentle.

Mo Zhichu didn't know what was going on, but suddenly remembered the phrase "I love you" that he held her hand and said when he was so feverish in the morning.

As the soul of the 21st century, after being immersed in countless romance novels, Mo Zhichu suddenly felt that he seemed a little emotional.

For some reason, she seemed to hear infinite forbearance in his voice, and the longing in that tone was like strands of silk threads, wrapping her heart gently and tightly.

His voice seemed sad again, like... as if he came from another world, with infinite nostalgia.

Mo Zhichu was slightly stunned, only the heat from his palm came from his forehead clearly.

Suddenly, as if frightened, she quickly jumped away from him.

She dodged her eyes and said in a disguised manner, "I...I'm going to fetch water."

Seeing her fleeing in a hurry, Zhao Mo frowned slightly.

What's the matter, little girl?Why are you avoiding him all of a sudden?She wasn't like this before...

Song He silently watched the actions of the two, and after a long while, he said earnestly: "Young man, there are thousands of people in this world, why do you insist on him? What's more, it's not easy to spread this reputation." It sounds good..."

Song He's words made him puzzled, so he had no choice but to give up with a smile.

Song He turned to continue talking to him about the unfinished topic before: "By the way, the person who prescribed the medicine, do you have any clue?"

Zhao Mo's eyes were slightly cold, and he replied: "I want to solve this matter by myself, please worry about it."

Song He waved his hand: "It's not a matter of trouble...then leave it to you to investigate. This matter is of great importance, and it's better to get it done as soon as possible."

"Well, Yanqing knows."

……

Mo Zhichu fled from Zhao Mo's barracks as if fleeing.

She patted her slightly hot face as she walked, and whispered: "Mo Zhichu! You are sober! You are still a child! What is there for him to like?!"

But thinking about it this way, Mo Zhichu was inexplicably lost, but she couldn't tell why.

After a while, she didn't know what she thought of, she suddenly stopped and said angrily, "That's right! I'm still a child! He must be in love with a girl named Chu'er!"

Thinking about it this way, Mo Zhichu seemed to know why he said those words.

But, thinking about it carefully, he actually loves a girl so deeply.
She kicked up suddenly, kicking away the small stones beside her feet.

"Hmph! He must have regarded me as the girl he likes early on, that's why he treated me so well! You deserve to be sick!"

With that said, Mo Zhichu angrily went to the barracks of the young soldiers.

The juvenile soldiers are divided into groups of ten, so the barracks are also divided into ten people.

And these 100 people are the most valuable in the camp, so a yard was specially set up in the camp and their barracks were built.

At this moment, Mo Zhichu stood in the yard angrily, and Ge Qing stood beside her without looking sideways.

"Ge Qing, let all these bastards come out!" she said angrily.

"Yes!"

Although Ge Qing didn't know what happened to the little coach today, and he looked like he had taken gunpowder, he still hurriedly blew the assembly call.

After the other classes had assembled, the members of the third class slowly walked out of the barracks.

Those people were still talking and laughing, obviously they didn't take Mo Zhichu seriously.

Although Mo Zhichu was angry in his heart, he still folded his arms and waited for them to gather slowly.

When they all arrived, Mo Zhichu suppressed his anger and said, "I was not in the camp yesterday, did I hear someone drugged Zhao Yanqing?"

Most of the soldiers whispered to each other without knowing why, and only a few people from the third squad didn't seem to be surprised.

Mo Zhichu continued: "I'll give you some time to think about it. Whoever gave the medicine, stand up for yourself. Do you know that you are lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist?"

As he said that, Mo Zhichu ignored them, walked to the weapon rack beside him, picked up a red-tasseled long spear, and started practicing beside him.

A group of young soldiers, seeing that there could be two spears as tall as Mo Zhichu, flew flying in Mo Zhichu's hands.

Mo Zhichu's every move carried an irresistible force, and they could all hear the roar of the air when the spear was swung past.

Soon, the time for a stick of incense passed while Mo Zhichu practiced his spear.

But looking around, no one stood up.

Mo Zhichu stopped, put the spear behind his back, walked up to them, and sneered.

"Heh, I didn't expect that my Tiger Camp would also have some cowards who dare to do it!"

At this time, someone from the third class was hidden in the crowd, and said in a serious manner: "Chief coach, isn't this obvious? Since no one has stepped forward, it is naturally not what we did. Could it be that the chief coach prescribed the medicine himself, no remembered?"

After finishing speaking, some people in the third class laughed out loud as if they were amused.

"Oh? So it wasn't the medicine you gave? Poor Zhao Yanqing, the poison is deep now, and I'm afraid he will die soon."

At this time, someone suddenly panicked and said: "Impossible! It's not poison at all, how could he die!"

The corner of Mo Zhichu's mouth twitched, the little bastard was indeed tender.

Just listen to her leisurely voice: "Oh? How do you know it's not poison?"

In an instant, all the people in the youth camp turned their attention to Class Three.

Mo Zhichu walked up to the third group of people and said coldly: "I'll give you one more chance, whoever did it, stand up!"

I saw the man who had just hidden in the crowd talking, walked up to Mo Zhichu.

He smiled contemptuously, "Little coach, my brothers have said that we didn't do it. But seeing that you are so young, brother must not want to suffer, right?"

The man's eyes were like poisonous snakes, with a faint green light.

He stretched his hand towards Mo Zhichu's face: "Little coach, why don't you let my brother love and love you?"

As he said that, he wanted to reach out and pinch Mo Zhichu's face.

However, his hand didn't even touch Mo Zhichu's hair, and everyone saw a flash of sword light, and then heard the man's heart-piercing cry.

"Ah - my finger!!!"

Zhao Mo stood in front of Mo Zhichu with the Qingyun sword in his hand, the blood splashed on his white clothes, there was an indescribable solemnity.

"If you dare to touch her hair, the next time you lose it, it won't be as simple as a finger!" Zhao Mo warned with cold eyes.

The man held his bleeding hand and suddenly cried out.

Zhao Mo then ordered in a cold voice: "Ge Qing, send him to the military doctor's office."

"Yes!"

Soon, the man was taken away.

Shocked by Zhao Mo, the youth camp was completely silent.

He stood coldly in the crowd, "At noon tomorrow, if no one comes out to admit it, a hundred people from the youth battalion will be executed according to military regulations!"

(End of this chapter)