Chapter 357 What, you two want to run away?

Luo Yidao was stunned and obviously unable to react.

What do you mean, go with them?

Should I leave Qinghua Town with them and have him give them a ride, or...

Thinking of something, Luo Yidao's heart trembled, and he blurted out: "I'll go with you."

As he spoke, he stood up in a hurry to pack his things, obviously not wanting to wait even a quarter of an hour.

Mo Jinchuan smiled faintly: "No rush."

"Why not?" Luo Yidao became anxious when he heard this, his face flushed red as he said, "Just don't worry, Lao Luo is a good eater and a fighter, I guarantee he won't be a drag.

If that doesn’t work, I can just eat a couple of bites less.”

If he missed this good opportunity that he couldn't wait for in eight hundred years, he would have to slap himself twice when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Seeing that he was so anxious that he even sobered up, Song Yanxi said helplessly, "You know that Brother Luo is impatient, why do you tease him?"

Hearing this, Luo Yidao's expression changed again and again, and after a while he managed to utter: "I don't care, you are the dignified King Jin, you have to keep your word."

He hurried out, deliberately saying loudly, "I'm going to pack up the money for marrying a wife. Wait for me, it will be very quick."

Mo Jinchuan also stood up and said, "Don't worry, Brother Luo, just take your time to clean up."

"What? Are you two going to run away?" Luo Yidao turned his head suddenly, his eyes wide open.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to tie the two of them around his waist with a rope.

He said angrily, "How can a man not keep his word?"

Mo Jinchuan picked up the mask on the table and asked instead of answering: "Brother Luo specially prepared these for the two of us, isn't it so that we can go out for a walk?"

Luo Yidao suddenly realized something, and immediately slapped his head, showing a smile that said, "I understand everything," and said, "Go quickly, take your sister-in-law for a good walk. Our Qinghua Town hasn't been this lively for many years."

*

She didn't notice it just now when she was in the room, but when the cold wind blew, Song Yanxi realized that what Luo Yidao said just now was true, and this wine was actually strong liquor.

She only took two sips and felt something soft under her feet, as if she was stepping on cotton.

The one who was really drinking was now following her with steady steps, not looking drunk at all.

No wonder Brother Luo said he has a huge capacity for drinking, he is clearly a wine barrel!

As if sensing something, Mo Jinchuan tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Song Yanxi admitted, "Your Majesty has a good alcohol tolerance."

Mo Jinchuan suddenly laughed and said bluntly, "Life on the battlefield is like licking blood on the edge of a knife. There is no food to eat, and the opportunity to drink is even rarer."

He changed the subject and asked, "Master Yan must have told you that every time the army celebrates a victory, they can drink as much as they want."

Because no one knows whether they will live to see the next celebration party, so just enjoy each day.

Everyone understood each other tacitly, opened their stomachs, and drank from the jars of wine as if it were their last meal.

Faced with the unknown date of death, getting drunk is a way for them to vent their emotions.

Even Mo Jinchuan, as the commander-in-chief, is no exception.

Over time, your alcohol tolerance will naturally improve.

Although Song Yanxi didn't mean to make a comparison, she had to tell the truth: "Grandma doesn't like Grandpa drinking, and he rarely mentions it at home."

But she thought he was probably drunk.

Especially those years when his two uncles died in battle and he retired to the countryside.

Although alcohol is not a good thing, it can help people sleep well.

Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened as he looked at the children playing on the street not far away and asked, "What do you think of ending war with war?"

“It’s not a good idea.”

No matter what causes the war, it is always the people who suffer from displacement.

Song Yanxi followed his gaze and her eyes fell on those pure smiling faces, and her heart couldn't help but be moved.

But the next moment, the smile on her lips froze on her face.

A group of children who were originally playing happily changed their expressions and fled in all directions after hearing a casual threat from a passing drunk.

The drunk said: "The army is here to arrest us, why don't you run away!"

It was clear that what he said was drunken talk, but the children didn't even bother to tell the truth from the falsehood and just ran away.

They even knew to run separately, and it was obvious that they had experienced similar things many times in their daily lives.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling corner became deserted.

The drunkard looked at his masterpiece, very satisfied. He chuckled and muttered to himself, "What a bunch of little brats, not even as brave as chicken cubs. They will definitely be nothing when they grow up."

As he was speaking, he turned his head and suddenly bumped into a wall of people, and his nose suddenly hurt.

He blurted out: "Which grandson dares to scare your grandfather!"

As soon as the words fell, a cold female voice sounded, "Beat him."

"How dare you...ah! Spare my life, sir!"

Fists rained down like raindrops, and the drunk man sobered up a lot, crying out and begging for mercy.

He said, "Grandpa, please spare my life. I have money on me. I'll give you some!"

Mo Jinchuan, who was mistaken for a highway robber, said nothing but kept punching until the drunk man cried for his parents and wet his pants in fear.

Although he didn't know what he did wrong, he still admitted his mistake and said, "I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again... Ouch... Don't hit my face!"

Just as Song Yanxi was worried that Mo Jinchuan was being too harsh and wanted to stop him, she suddenly heard someone shouting not far away, "The soldiers are coming!"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened. He wiped his hands on the drunkard's clothes, quickly grabbed Song Yanxi's wrist and walked back.

He lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to watch the dragon lantern show tonight."

*

"Damn it, Li Dazhuang, he actually betrayed me. We grew up together wearing open-crotch pants."

Looking at the familiar figure leading a group of officers to kick down the door at his doorstep, Luo Yidao cursed softly and felt like killing someone.

He touched the butcher knife on his waist and said angrily, "I'm going to chop him off sooner or later."

Luo Yidao said this, looking at Mo Jinchuan who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, and asked suspiciously: "Ping, no, Brother Jinchuan, how did you know that this bastard betrayed us?"

Before he could speak, he added, "Don't talk about coincidences. I don't believe it."

Meeting his expectant gaze, Song Yanxi said, "It's indeed a coincidence."

She thought for a moment and added, "But we really didn't expect Li Erniu to be able to help."

Luo Yidao smacked his lips and said, "That's right, it's really inappropriate to let you hide in the bucket of night incense."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanxi felt her eyebrows twitching wildly.

In that case, shouldn't she be grateful to Li Erniu for betraying her?

Seeing his front door being violently smashed open and a huge group of people rushing in with torches in hand, Luo Yidao said anxiously, "Brother Jinchuan, where should we go next? Please tell me."

He was dragged out by them while drunk. He had nothing but silver on him and didn't even have time to wear thick clothes. He was shivering in the cold wind.

The key point is that now that this has happened, I can’t go home and I definitely won’t be able to find a place to stay temporarily in town.

It’s so cold, won’t you freeze to death if you wander around on the road?

Even if they don't freeze to death, they will be captured alive by the soldiers.

Mo Jinchuan opened his eyelids, glanced at the fireworks above his head and said, "It's almost time."

Next, it’s Wu Jun’s turn.