Chapter 351: Asking for Eighteen Wives
Hearing this, the two people behind the ox cart felt their hearts lift at the same time.
In the darkness, Song Yanxi fumbled to pull off the mahogany hairpin on her head, stuffed it into Mo Jinchuan's hand, and whispered in his ear, "I will use drugs to knock out the people who come to investigate. Your Highness can take advantage of the chaos to leave."
Without waiting for his refusal, she continued, "I don't have the same great skills as your Highness. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape if I'm captured. I hope your Highness can find a way to rescue me."
Mo Jinchuan suddenly smiled and leaned close to her ear to ask, "Aren't you afraid that I will never come back?"
The warm breath hit Song Yanxi's ear, adding a bit of ambiguity.
As a result, his words became less serious.
Song Yanxi was silent for a moment, then asked, "How old is the prince now?"
When her younger brother was twelve years old, he stopped saying such words to tease her.
Hearing the disdain in her words, Mo Jinchuan curled his lips and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, even if I lose my life, I will not abandon you."
Song Yanxi's mind moved slightly, and Aunt Wu's voice unconsciously echoed in her ears.
"I think Pingchuan is a reliable kid. But when he first got home, you saw his entire back was covered in blood and flesh. It was unbearable to look at. His clothes were stuck to his flesh and he couldn't tear them off.
Even in that situation, he still held your hand tightly and refused to let go. The old man tried to pry his hand off even though his forehead was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't.
In the end, there was really no other way, so the old man could only tell him that if he didn't let go, neither of them would survive, and only then did he let go and let him treat him.
When Aunt Wu said this to her, she seemed to have guessed something. At the end, she said earnestly, "Pingchuan's wife, when you live, you should always look down, and you should not raise your neck to look up. Finding someone who is the same height as you and is the right fit for you is the result of fate accumulated over several lifetimes."
When Song Yanxi heard this, she just thought that she was trying to bring them together, so she just brushed it off casually.
Now that I think about it, I realize there was something else behind her words.
There is no such thing as average length. If everything were just right, there would be no such unhappy couples as her parents in the world.
The so-called just right is that someone is willing to make silent sacrifices, or even make concessions for the other party.
And between them, this person was obviously not her.
Outside the ox cart, Luo Yidao struggled internally, making sure he couldn't escape. Then he stiffly turned around and asked, "General, do you have any other instructions?"
The general on horseback drove his horse forward a few steps and stopped right beside the ox cart.
As long as he reached out to lift the cover of the cage, he could see the clue at a glance.
Luo Yidao seemed to be able to sit still, but in fact his back was covered with cold sweat and his hands holding the whip were shaking.
He has no elders or children, so if his head falls off, it will only leave a scar the size of a bowl. But the two people behind him are different.
We can't let them die here.
At worst, I can just fight them!
Luo Yidao made up his mind secretly. He reached down slowly with his right hand and was about to draw out the big knife hidden under the ox cart when he heard the general say, "The meat you sent is good. Send another pig tonight."
When they heard that there would be meat to eat in the evening, the Liang army following behind them became happy.
The general glanced meaningfully behind Luo Yidao and said in a loud voice, "Mr. Wu has ordered that King Da'anjin be captured alive. This way, our brothers will have enough meat to eat for half a month."
As soon as the words fell, there was a cheer all around.
He looked even happier than if he had won a battle.
Indeed, for them, the achievement of capturing King Da'anjin alive was worth countless victories.
Even the Emperor of Liang once said in front of all his ministers that if Mo Jinchuan had not guarded the border city, Liang's 30,000 cavalry would have already flattened the three border cities and headed straight for the capital.
Luo Yidao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Don't worry, General. I promise to pick a fat pig later. Don't worry about the price, I won't charge you."
The general nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go."
Fearing that he might change his mind, Luo Yidao quickly whipped the old ox and shouted, "Hurry up and don't block the way of the general."
As the ox cart shook, the piglets in the cage at the back were frightened and grunted a few times.
"General..." The accompanying adjutant had already walked to the back, thinking of checking as usual. When he heard the noise, he immediately swallowed the rest of his words with a look of disgust on his face.
Well, what’s there to check about a butcher’s car?
The stench is terrible.
The general looked at the oxcart going away and said in a deep voice, "Let's hurry up and not delay the master's work."
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"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave these days. There's martial law outside, and soldiers patrolling everywhere."
Luo Yidao went down the ladder to the cellar and placed the food box in his hand on the table.
He said a little embarrassedly, "All the good food and wine in the restaurant are reserved for the soldiers. I only bought two stir-fries. You can make do with a couple of bites."
"Brother Lao Luo is here."
In this situation, it is a blessing to have a hot meal, so Mo Jinchuan naturally would not despise it.
Song Yanxi wasn't some delicate young lady either. She broke off half a pancake that she had brought back from the Wu family and handed it to Luo Yidao, saying, "Brother Luo, try it. Aunt Wu's skill in making pancakes is truly exceptional."
Luo Yidao took the pancake with great trepidation, his voice stuttering as he said, "Thank... Thank you, Princess."
Mo Jinchuan glanced at him and said calmly, "Brother Luo, don't be so reserved. There are no princesses or princes here today."
As if he understood something, Luo Yidao said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, you are Pingchuan, and she is your wife."
As he was talking, he thought of something else and asked hurriedly, "What's your name, brother?"
Mo Jinchuan's expression remained calm as he uttered a word.
"Song."
Luo Yidao took a bite of the pancake and said while chewing, "Change it."
And his last name is Song, are you afraid that people won’t associate them with him?
Seeing him choking and rolling his eyes, Song Yanxi poured him a bowl of water and handed it to him, "It's better for us not to show up in public during this period of time."
Looking at Mo Jinchuan's beard that still couldn't hide his handsome features, Luo Yidao gulped down two mouthfuls of cold water in anger.
He muttered, "If I looked like this, I'd have eighteen wives."
Mo Jinchuan paused in picking up the food.
Then he added, "It's not good for a grown man to be too good-looking. It's easy for people to notice him."
Luo Yidao realized something was wrong after he finished speaking, and before Song Yanxi could speak, he changed the subject and said, "When I went to deliver the meat just now, I saw the Mr. Black or White they were talking about. He looked so sick that he looked like he was about to die.
I never thought that sick kid would actually dare to pick up a knife and kill someone. He's really not the type of person you should be."
Upon hearing this, both of their expressions changed.
They said in unison: "Kill who?"
Luo Yidao was startled by their reaction and scratched his head, saying, "I only heard it once, and all I know is that a man died, nothing else."
If it’s a man, then he’s not Aunt Wu.
Mo Jinchuan frowned and asked, "When Brother Luo heard these words, did they say anything else?"
"Let me think about it."
As Luo Yidao spoke, he took another bite of the cake in his hand and said casually, "This lady is really good at cooking. Why don't you rent a stall in town and do business yourself? I'm sure it will sell well."
Feeling the solemn atmosphere, he dared not laugh anymore. He swallowed the bread in his mouth and said, "I heard that soldier cursing. If I were Mr. Wu, I would chop him up too. He looks like a good-for-nothing. How dare he lay hands on Mr. Wu's benefactor?"
"benefactor?"
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