Ou Yezi coughed dryly a few times, startling Xie Zhuangshui awake. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a box of plaster, handing it to the sleepy and bewildered Xie Zhuangshui. "When I came here, I heard that the general had been scratched on the face by an assassin. When the Grand Tutor learned of this, he specifically asked me to find this scar-removing plaster. Please accept it, General."
When Xie Zhuangshui heard that this ointment could remove scars, his mind suddenly cleared up: "Thank you very much, sir. Please allow me to pay my respects to the Grand Tutor!"
Ou Yezi said, "I'm here mainly to assist the general. These cannons will be left to me for safekeeping and maintenance."
"Of course. With you here, our army is even more powerful!"
He didn't want to listen to Xie Zhuangshui's flattering words anymore, so he said, "I wonder where the Qingliang King's army is right now? I haven't heard a single word along the way."
Xie Zhuangshui replied, "They retreated into the Zhiyou Forest long ago and haven't come out yet."
Ou Yezi's expression changed again when he heard this: "...Maybe I'm overly suspicious. Wang Yanzhou is very cunning. General, you should send someone to investigate the situation in Qingliang Valley first."
After thinking for a moment, Xie Zhuangshui said that what Ou Yezi said was quite reasonable. Although their men were guarding Zhiyou Forest day and night, there was no guarantee that Wang Yanzhou would abandon the army and quietly leave Zhiyou Forest alone to seek help from Qingliang Valley. "...Sir, what you said makes sense. Xiao Liang, give the order immediately!"
"yes!"
Hong Yu, who was disguised as a cook and washing dishes all the time, secretly wrote down the plans of Ou Yezi and others. While washing the dishes, he was thinking about how to exchange the information he had just learned with Mo Yu when they met next time.
Mo Yu, who had received too many unexpected messages in the past few days, returned to the military camp in a daze, as if he had participated in some meeting. When he came to his senses, the cold wind as a knife was slapping his cheek.
Li Xinzhai, who had been sitting next to him and waiting for him to come back to his senses, saw that Mo Yu's empty eyes had become confused. He guessed that he must have woken up from thinking about life, so he made some noise and moved closer to him.
"......" Mo Yu turned around with a vigilant look on his face. Seeing that the person was Li Xinzhai, he breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as Li Xinzhai came up, he said directly, "Sometimes I really wonder, are you thinking about your father, who you met once, or the girl who suddenly appeared and said she was an old acquaintance of yours?"
Mo Yu pulled his collar, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said, "Does it make any difference? Since it's causing you trouble, then don't think about it. Anyway, to put it bluntly, these things have nothing to do with you, right?"
Li Xinzhai took out the wine that had been warmed long ago and handed it to Mo Yu. He smiled and said, "But it has something to do with you. You are so calm that I am a little worried."
After a sip of warm wine, Mo Yu's body, which had been somewhat stiff and cold, gradually warmed up. Perhaps because he had been infected with insect poison since childhood, he was somewhat like these insects and was very afraid of the cold. When he felt cold, he felt dizzy, especially when he was trying to think about something.
Mo Yu looked at the military camp below him, lowered his eyes and said, "...I just don't know what expression or identity to use to think about that matter."
This question wasn't difficult. Li Xinzhai suggested, "If you regard him as a father, then go there as a son. If you only regard him as an unrelated king, then don't even think about it."
This is where Mo Yu is struggling: "I don't think he is my father, nor do I think he has much to do with me, so I am confused. But in fact, if I don't go down the mountain, everything that is happening now should have nothing to do with me."
If, if, there are countless strange medicines in this world, but there is no regret medicine. He didn't want to accept all this, but now he was already in it: "Alas, all of a sudden, I don't know how to comfort you."
Mo Yu straightened his messy hair and sighed, deciding not to think about this question for the time being: "...No matter the outcome, when this is all over, what do you want to do?"
Li Xinzhai was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "Me? I'll probably go back to my old job, or go back to the mountains to build a house and live a down-to-earth life as a wild man. That seems like a good idea too."
Mo Yu shook his head slightly. He had followed his master's wishes and stayed on the mountain for so long. Now he just wanted to come down and see the world. He thought she wouldn't mind if he stayed a little longer. "I don't particularly want to go back. I want to wander around the world. Maybe I can run into her there."
This woman, nameless among the two brothers, held an inexplicably strong presence in them. She wasn't their friend, nor was she Mo Yu's childhood sweetheart. To be frank, she was the only outsider to appear in those desolate mountains and forests in all those years. This woman, a charismatic figure, had, before departing, "borrowed" a token of gratitude from Emperor Gan Zhao, a ring inlaid with an unknown red gemstone.
This person suddenly appeared in the mountains, incurred a lot of debt, and then suddenly disappeared from the mortal world. Li Xinzhai, who had been wandering the world under the pseudonym Black Crow, often inquired about the whereabouts of this mysterious woman, but in the end, he had no clue.
Speaking of this woman who could almost be said to have the potential to influence the rest of their lives, Li Xinzhai couldn't help but mention someone. Tang Chen had said that on the way back, Mo Yu seemed to have gotten into some romantic trouble. "It's rare to hear you mention that person. Speaking of which, that mysterious girl in red I met on my way back to Qingliang Valley, judging from Ah Chen's description, her story seems to be true. Could it be that you met her sometime, talked to her, and then forgot about her?"
Mo Yu rolled his eyes at Li Xinzhai and felt a little depressed. Why did he and Tang Chen say the same thing? Could it be that he really forgot about the person? This shouldn't be the case. Apart from anything else, he was still very confident in his memory. Besides, the number of people on the mountain could be counted on one hand. How could he forget one of them when he suddenly appeared? "...But I really can't remember. I always feel like I've seen him somewhere, but I don't have any impression of him. Logically, this shouldn't be the case."
Li Xinzhai thought for a while and asked doubtfully, "So, do you think she could be the one we've been looking for?"
Mo Yun said with certainty, "No, it's not the same person. The scent and feeling of that person are completely different from the woman I met before. She stole Master's most precious ring. If she dares to show up, I can pull her out from the crowd."
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