Chapter 298 (1/2)

Mu Xiyao never inquired how Zong Zhenglin explained to the Duke of Wei. All her attention has been involved in the muzhou robbery case which shocked the great Wei Dynasty.

In the early spring, the Orioles fly and the grass grows, which is the best time to graze in the north. At this time, the winter was over, even if the barbarians did not save grain, they should be able to live a full life.

Only a few dozen people rushed into Xingtian village, Guang'an Town, the northernmost part of muzhou. They burned, killed and looted them. When they left, they captured three village women. After the horse ran into the mountain forest, so far has not been caught, it is from the mountain stream path to escape.

Muzhou, it seems that the previous inventory is far from satisfactory. In the chaotic land of the three states, it is difficult to remove the spies one by one in a short time. This seemingly scattered invasion is actually the most disturbing.

Now, under the threat of emperor Cheng's anger, it is more urgent.

Most of Zong Zhenglin's military construction department and his private troops have already moved to kunmu. The leader of the army was Cao Chong, an old general appointed by Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty. Yuan Qizhao and ye Huaiwen, two of whom Mu Xiyao had an early idea, were only the leaders of the guerrilla rank of Sanpin. Mu Jinzhi, on the contrary, was due to her appearance in front of emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty. This time, she joined yuan Qizhao and led the four grade division. She left Beijing with the army half a month ago.

In the courtyard, Mu Xiyao takes people to turn and sun the books. Not only in her house, but also in the library of the six princes, she also made a fuss about it.

Zong Zhenglin went to the Ministry of war with illness the day before yesterday. Last night, he was busy until Zishi. She thought that it was not far from the day when he led the soldiers to leave.

”Master, what should these orphans do?” Mulan carefully holding his Royal Highness's room book, leaning his head to ask Mu Xiyao for advice. Both the master and his highness love books. In the past years, Tian Guanshi sent someone to take charge of this matter. Now she has to be careful.

”If you leave the book on the drying table, you should not expose it to the sun. The notes on the other side of the story were put anywhere, and the wind dispersed the moisture. Be careful not to roll up the pages. ”

While talking, he went to the room and took several volumes of Zong Zhenglin's case and unfolded them in person, one of which was put on the drying table. Just about to put down the Wei Shi Dian, he bent over to get another copy and put it on. He just caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, which seemed familiar to him.

Turning back with his fingertips to open the page, to see clearly what came into view, Mu Xiyao's mouth slowly revealed a smile. Reach out to twist the bookmark, two fingers a rub, turn to play. There are some hairs on the edges and corners of the lace, the color of the veins remains unchanged, and the meridians are smooth and smooth, which shows that the owner loves them very much.

Many nights, Zong Zhenglin's study was accompanied by this bookmark Since the two people have known each other since Ximu The number of a finger has not been together, and finally understand that when boss is angry, he bites his teeth and calls her ”little heartless”. It seems that there is some truth.

In addition to bookmarks, rings, and at most a returned sachet Mu Xiyao has a fever on her face. Compared with boss, she is not even a drizzle.

So in the afternoon of that day, mother Zhao found that the master had kept her own God in the house, and she didn't even use the girl who was carrying tea and water. In the middle, the little master of Chengqing was noisy about going to the garden to see the earthworms. The master just came out for a little while, coaxed people, and asked mother GUI to take him to play by himself.

When you give gifts to your highness, you will get your skills. Otherwise, the man will be picky and look down upon.

Mu Xiyao focused on lying on the table, so a head down, imperceptibly to the meal time. It's dark outside the window, and I don't know when the light is on. If it wasn't for the cry of the stomach, I'm afraid it would still be buried in it.

The maid didn't call her when she had dinner. She was about to call Mulan into the house, but she found that a man lying on his back on the soft couch not far away. He had changed his clothes and clothes. It should have been some time since he came back.

His face was tired, and now he was closing his eyes and resting.