Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 58

  The next day, the emperor issued an order, and Mo Chen got up early to prepare. Mo Chen personally sent him to the gate of the city. There was a mighty team, including the army, and officials who saw him off, including military families and ordinary people.

  Somewhat surprisingly, Huangfu Yijue actually came to see him off in person.

Just after dawn, the gate of the city was crowded with people. For some unknown reason, the wind is a bit strong today, perhaps because it is still early, and the sky is also a bit gloomy. Black clouds hang high above the city, quite a kind of The feeling of "black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed", the banners covered the sky, and the soldiers held up the banner with the Northern Qin Dynasty written on it, and the flag was rustling by the wind.

  The soldiers bid farewell to their families, accompanied by crying, comforting, and parting from time to time.

  Mo Chen didn't open his mouth all the time, let Mo Jichen lead him until he walked to the gate of the city, and then murmured, "I promised to accompany you to see the peach blossoms, but I never went."

Mo Chen's voice was very soft, so soft that Mo Chenchen suspected that he had heard it wrong, but seeing Mo Chen's indifferent look, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a soft smile, " There will be a chance."

At this time, Mo Chenchen was wearing a battle robe, with a smile still on his indistinguishable face, holding Mo Chen's hand until the gate of the city, before stopping, turning around and stroking Mo Chen's face with his hands, deeply Looking at Mo Chen.

  In the violet passionate eyes, Mo Chen's figure is reflected, nothing else. She moved her lips, and finally, it turned into four words, "Chen'er, wait for me."

  Mo Chen nodded, moved his lips, finally, sighed silently, nodded slightly, and looked back at Mo Mochen.

Mo Chen hooked his lips, bent down and pressed a light kiss on Mo Chen's face, then got on the horse, looked at the mighty army, stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eyes, the softness faded away, his eyes were full of monsters, and he lowered his The voice line said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

  Raised the whip, whipped it, the horse ran quickly, and then the army began to move, the sound of trampling horseshoes rang out instantly, and the soldiers held up flags, or held guns, and quickly followed the team.

  Mo Chen looked at Mojichen sitting on the horse, and realized that he could also look good in the battle robe. The battle robe is white and red, with golden armor, and the robe flutters in the wind.

If someone else is majestic, majestic, or heroic, while Mo Mochen is wearing a battle robe, he is mysterious, charming, bewitching, and even a little unruly. , and a man in a battle robe.

Seeing the mighty army drifting away, listening to the sound of the wind, for some reason, Mo Chen suddenly remembered Jing Ke's assassination of Qin, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone." poem.

  A trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed at himself, he was really mediocre, and Mojichen is not such a weak person, so he should believe him, right? Now why bother to add sadness to this farewell.

   Seeing that the team had gradually become smaller and finally reached the size of a bean, Mo Chen looked at it inexplicably until it disappeared. She still looked at it, but her expression was out of focus.

   "Princess, I can't see the prince anymore, let's go back, the gate of the city is very windy." Meng'er said cautiously, for a moment, she felt that the princess would turn into a gust of wind, and just follow the wind.

Hearing the words, Mo Chen came back to his senses, but his body was still too cold and indifferent, looking at the horizon where no figure could be seen, Mo Chen said in a distant voice, "Let's go." The faint voice died with the wind, Meng'er carefully Listen, make sure you hear it.

So she saw Mo Chen turning her head and walking away. Only at this moment, Meng'er found that the laziness on Mo Chen was gone, only the boundless desolation and indifference. It's deep and far away, it won't make people look up, but it will make people feel that you will never be able to catch her, plus the hem of the clothes blown up by the wind, no matter how you look at it, it will make people feel unreal.

   So, has the temperament of the princess changed so much? Meng'er was a little puzzled, but still followed Mo Chen.

  Huangfu Yijue stayed in the attic after seeing her off. He saw the change in her temperament with his own eyes, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

"The host... the male lead, he, seems to be paying too much attention to you, um, too aggressive." If Luo Luo read it right just now, the male lead is full of aggressiveness towards the host, and also, powerful In must win.

  Mo Chen's expression was indifferent, "Yeah." There's nothing else to say, as far as she is concerned, except for the mission and him, everything else has nothing to do with her.

   Luoluo also knows that Mo Chen doesn't care, but it always feels that the male lead is weird, really, weird, but he can't tell what's wrong. Could it be that he thinks too much?

  Mo Chen didn't know Luo Luo's entanglement, and walked with lotus steps. Although he didn't bump into anyone while walking, he was indeed in a trance, avoiding pedestrians with his mental strength.

   Meng'er followed Mo Chen, her eyes were full, and her expression kept changing.

   Mo Jichen has not returned for half a year since his expedition, and there has been no letter in the middle, but good news comes from the border from time to time.

  Mo Chen hadn't been out of the mansion much since he went to war, and he only went to the prime minister's mansion two months ago and stayed there for three days. I really couldn't get used to the room without traces of him, so I came back.

  While controlling the border war, Mo Chen played the piano in the house, sipped tea, read books, and fed the fish from time to time.

  In the blink of an eye, it will be winter, and Mo Chen is reading a book in the yard, when suddenly, a leaf floats over, the withered yellow leaf is like a dying butterfly, lifeless.

Mo Chen stretched out his fingers, picked it up from the book, and stared at it for a long time before he raised his head and looked at the trees in the yard that had withered and yellowed leaves, and some of them had only a few withered and yellowed leaves left. The bald, grotesque branches look a little bit clawed at high places.

  Mo Chen stared blankly at the yellow leaves, dancing with the wind, as if he was going to use the wind to complete the last perfect performance, so far, the leaves fell back to their roots.

  Thinking of Ye Luo returning to the roots, Mo Chen stood up, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes, the leaves can still return to the roots, and people can reincarnate after death, but...

  Looking at the leaf in his hand, he gently opened his fingers, letting the leaf go with the wind, and finally, when it landed on the ground, a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head, glanced at the somewhat gloomy sky, shook his head, the wind blew up the corners of his clothes, rustling, and there was already a bit of bitterness in the wind, even though Mo Chen was not afraid of the cold, he knew that it was going to be even colder .

"Miss, why are you outside again? Come into the inner room quickly. I'll burn some charcoal fire for you to warm up." Meng'er just came in from the outer courtyard when she saw her own princess standing in the courtyard with a book in her hand, blowing the cold wind. , hurried over and helped her into the house.

   Let me tell you a bad news, our next Monday and Thursday are full of classes, so, we will not update on Monday and Thursday! you don't have to wait

To be honest, Rong Xian doesn't like full classes at all, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Hold yourself tightly (﹏) (﹏) (﹏)

  (end of this chapter)