170 White Lotus

Mojiru has been in a bad mood these two days. If you want to ask him what's wrong, Mojiru just frowned and said faintly - it's okay.

However, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart. Mojiru always feels that something is going to happen,

"Prince, General Huyan, please go to the Chinese army to discuss the accounts." A low voice came from outside the tent, and for a long time, Mojiru answered.

Consideration?

A sneer hung on the corner of Mojilu's mouth. If it hadn't been for his advantage, those in the twelve parts of the grassland would have driven him off the position of grand marshal.

Can't those fools see clearly at this time?

Thinking of this, Mojiru frowned more and more tightly. Why is there no news in Wanliguan? Is that woman seriously injured?

He gradually became irritable.

The people outside the account urged a few more times, and Mojiru got up helplessly and walked out.

It was not until the evening that Mojiru came out of the central army's tent. At this time, he was really angry, very angry. If he could, he really wanted to turn the artillery and fire a few shots directly at those blind old guys.

Huyan Jianye rushed up from behind.

"The eldest prince."

Turning back, Mogilu whispered, "What's the matter?"

"There was a secret sentry just now. There was a strange movement in the southwest, and someone broke into the camp."

"Who is it? But I caught it." This is really not good news. Mojiru walked to the big account with a gloomy face.

Hu Yanjian paused at night and said, "I don't know. That man... That man has great martial arts skills and dares not do it easily."

Mojilu snorted coldly: "Let me find out who dares to break into the camp at this time. If it is a member of the imperial dynasty, then kill him."

"Yes." Hu Yanjian hurriedly retreated.

What an eventful autumn. With a sigh, Mojiru rubbed his eyebrows and walked into the big tent.

Hmm? So...what is that?

At this time, as soon as he entered the big account, Mojiru raised his eyes and saw a lotus on his table, a white lotus flower as white as the moon. Mojiru was stunned. How could this be possible? How could there be such a thing on his table, and...

Suddenly as if he thought of something, Mojiru strode over and took the flowers on the table to his hand to look at them. But after carefully looking at it, Mojiru found that it was just a silk flower, but it was too realistic, so it looked like a real flower from a distance.

Displeasure is slowly growing in his heart. Who is joking with him?

But for a moment, he suddenly saw something. In the corner of the silk flower, he saw a familiar character. A strange thing slowly bred from the bottom of his heart, and the uneasiness in his heart was being replaced by an inexplicable joy.

That woman...that woman is not dead.

When this idea came to his mind, Mojiru could not describe his mood at this time in any words.

"The eldest prince."

At this time, a soft voice came from Mojiru's back.

Mojiru looked back and couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's you."