Chapter 97 Who Killed Mo Chou
"Uncle Yan is picking vegetables. Uncle, haven't you ever picked vegetables before?"
Su Zhijun blinked her big eyes and asked the most heartbreaking question.
Yan Ci glanced at him sideways, grabbed a handful of vegetables and threw them into his arms, whispering, "Pick out the rotten leaves outside."
"...Yes." When had Dou Mingwei's hands, which held a gun or a sword, ever touched these things? He took them resentfully and fiddled with them clumsily, imitating Lang Jun's method.
Su Chen took a sneak peek, and that one glance nearly made him drop his jaw in shock, "Uncle, you threw away all the fresh leaves!"
"How come someone this grown up can't even pick vegetables?" Su Zhijun curled his lips, picked up the young leaves Dou Mingwei had thrown away, and muttered softly, "He's not even as good as Uncle Yan who just came."
Hearing this, Yan Ci pursed his lips and smiled, tapping her forehead lovingly, "This uncle is very stupid, how can he be half as smart as your Uncle Yan?"
Dou Da Zhanshen, who had fought on the battlefield, suffered such humiliation for the first time in his life, but he did not even have the courage to fight back. He could only silently pick up the green leaves that looked relatively healthy.
Half an hour later, Dou Mingwei couldn't stand it anymore. He hadn't even picked a single vegetable, and his legs were numb. He looked up with a bitter face and whispered, "My dear, are we going to keep doing this?"
"There are shepherd's purse, fern and ash greens in here. They all need to be ready before noon so we can eat dumplings in the evening." Yan Ci seemed to be used to it. He sat as steady as a mountain and said in a clear voice, "Hurry up. If you delay eating dumplings, the whole family will blame you."
"I..." Dou Mingwei had a lot of grievances that he couldn't express. He could only accept his fate and silently complain in his heart.
My dear, have you never eaten dumplings?
It would be better to let a rough man do this delicate work than to let him be beaten with twenty military sticks!
After a long time, the vegetables in the basket finally stopped growing, and Yan Ci stopped.
Dou Mingwei was already sweating profusely and panting heavily. He stared at the dish in his hand with hatred, feeling extremely angry.
He wanted to try it and see what kind of dumplings were worthy of his husband's treatment!
"What are we having for dinner today?" Du Heng came out from the east room, stretched and rubbed his sore eyes.
"Mom said we'll have white flour dumplings tonight." Su Zhijun responded and ran into the kitchen holding a basket of vegetables.
Yan Ci followed the little girl to the kitchen to wash his hands, and did not forget to turn around and ask, "Mr. Du, how is Ah Ming?"
"You know what, that wolf cub is really brave. He took on more than a dozen people by himself and only suffered minor injuries." Du Heng smacked his lips, a look of relief on his face. "He just used too much force and lost all his strength. He woke up slowly. He will definitely be in time for this dumpling dinner. It's just the right time to replenish his energy."
"Eh? These people are..." Du Heng looked at the rough guys in the yard who came from unknown places, confused, "What are they doing here?"
"They are my trusted confidants." Yan Ci wiped the water from his hands, looked at the man to the side, and whispered, "General Dou, this is the palace's Du Yuanling, Master Du."
"Mr. Du..." How could he be in this small village?
Dou Mingwei felt isolated from the world. He was far away in Dingbei and knew nothing. He only left Sun Po by his side.
Now I finally get to see my lover again, but what I see and hear shatters my three views.
Do these bigwigs have some secluded hobby? Why would they choose to stay in the capital and come to this poor place?
"Oh, it's General Dou!" Du Heng immediately became interested and bent down to greet him. "I didn't know General Dou was coming. I'm sorry for not coming to greet you."
"No need to be so polite, Dean Du." Dou Mingwei waved his hand and smiled with a rather miserable look, "I can hardly get up now." He had been huddled on the small stool for a long time, and half of his body was numb. Not to mention saluting, even standing up was a little difficult.
Yan Ci sat back down, looking at him with a smile, "You heard what Master Du said just now. I want you to take Ah Ming as your apprentice and teach him personally. What do you think?"
"He's certainly capable of fighting ten alone, but asking me to lead them myself is a bit—"
Dou Mingwei's face flashed with reluctance, and he wanted his master to reconsider it.
After all, the Black Tiger Army under Yan Ci are all among the strongest, and any one of them can achieve such an achievement.
Wouldn't it be difficult to convince people to just join him based on this point?
"What if I say that he single-handedly took on more than a dozen Xuanying Guards?"
Upon hearing this, the Xie family courtyard fell silent for a moment, and the newcomers even stopped breathing.
Xuanyingwei...
Is it the Xuanyingwei they know?
Dou Mingwei suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking suddenly, fearing that he was hallucinating. He asked hurriedly, "Are you talking about... the Xuanying Guards in the hands of the King?"
"That's right." Yan Ci nodded, his eyes full of confidence, as if he had already expected Dou Mingwei to have this expression. "Yesterday, Xinghua Village was attacked, and it was the Xuanying Guards who came. Ah Ming held them back by himself. If not for that, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on until you guys got here."
Hearing this, Dou Mingwei was startled at first, then he lowered his head in guilt, "My dear, please forgive me. I was delayed on the road yesterday. It was my fault."
"It's not your fault. You've been here all the way, so there's no guarantee you wouldn't have been delayed by other things." Yan Ci waved his hand, straightening his expression. "Please think carefully about what I just said to you."
"Sir, does it have to be General Dou?" The deputy general squatting at the kitchen door suddenly spoke up, raising his hand weakly, "I think I can lead these soldiers as well."
"I can carry it too!"
"My dear, look at me. I am as good as anyone in leading troops!"
"And me! I saw a spear standing in the window of that room. My dear, I am absolutely good with a spear!"
"Get out, get out, all of you!" Dou Mingwei waved his hands, his face flushed with anger, "Are you rebelling? You dare to interrupt my husband! Is this the person prepared for you? She's obviously mine!"
Seeing him get angry, the group of people below all lost their temper and lowered their heads guiltily.
Yan Ci found it amusing, glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "A Ming has always admired you. If you are willing, I will go and talk to him."
Dou Mingwei nodded quickly, trying hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, "I don't want to disappoint your kindness, my lord. I will accept this disciple as my disciple."
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Ganping
The crisp sound of porcelain breaking was heard in the room, and the next moment, the man's voice, suppressed with anger, followed.
"Mo Chou... is dead?"
Huo Beiting stared at the people below with an extremely ugly expression. For a moment, he couldn't even believe his ears.
Mo Chou and Mo Wei are his confidants, and they are also the people he has trained with all his efforts. No one knows their strengths better than Huo Beiting.
Mo Chou is actually dead...
In such a remote mountain village, who would kill Mo Chou?
"Who killed Mo Chou?" Huo Beiting stood up shakily and grabbed the collar of the man kneeling on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot as he demanded, "Who killed Mo Chou?!"
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