Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"I wonder where they come from?"

The old man asked casually as he walked.

Lu Yuan said without hesitation: "We came from Beicheng and went to Nancheng to visit relatives. We have been staying here for half a month. No, we wanted to go back to Beicheng. When we arrived at the city gate, we heard from the gatekeeper that thieves had sneaked into the city recently. I was afraid that the thieves would take the opportunity to escape, so I was only allowed to enter the city and not leave the city, so I returned all the way."

When the old man heard it, he believed it.

The old man muttered: "Recently I heard that someone from Mo City killed the second son of City Lord Zhao and sneaked into Nancheng, so the investigation has been tighter these days, and maybe he will be released in a few days."

Lu Yuan also replied: "Accept the village chief's auspicious words!"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed several times, and then sighed: "Alas! I don't know when I will be able to calm down!"

The old man's words were a bit incomprehensible. Seeing several people looking at him, the old man laughed again, but he didn't explain much.

But after walking on the snowy road for quite some time, the old man's voice suddenly sounded.

He asked: "You are all from Beicheng. Tell me, how long can Mo City sustain itself?"

Several people were nervous and looked at the old man with some suspicion.

Mo Xue couldn't help but ask: "Why does the village chief ask this? This is a grudge between the Four Cities and Mo City. What does it have to do with us common people?"

Her voice was very calm, and her eyes flickered with confusion, as if she was really confused.

The old man sighed softly and said with his hands behind his back as he walked: "Of course it is relevant. Whether any of the four cities falls or the Mohist family falls, it involves the lives of the people. How can it not be relevant?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xue tilted her head and thought about it, and stopped talking.

She didn't understand in her heart that if Mo City fell, everyone and everything in Mo City would be implicated.

She still understood why the fire at the city gate affected Chiyu, but she didn't dare to show it too clearly in front of the old man.

Gu Panxia pretended to be curious: "In the opinion of the village chief, how long can this Mo City sustain itself?"

The old man smiled again, but in the end he just shook his head and said ambiguously: "You can't say for sure. You may fall down tomorrow, or you may never fall down in your lifetime."

"Does the village chief hope that Mo Cheng will fall, or does he hope that Mo Cheng can survive until the end?"

Gu Panxia asked seemingly carelessly.

The old man glanced at the four people with his cloudy but shrewd eyes, and said with some meaning: "Of course I hope that Mo City can last until the end."

"Why?"

Gu Panxia was puzzled. She couldn't guess what the old man was thinking. He was obviously from Nancheng, but he didn't want Mo City to fall. Why?

"Mo City is the center point of the entire Qingxuan Continent. It can not only control the four cities, but also the Royal City. If Mo City falls, there will probably be chaos in the future."

After all, everyone wants to dominate one family. Now, on the surface, the other three cities are all dependent on Dongcheng. Of course, this is also the reason for fearing the strength of King Zhao.

But if one day in the future, a peerless genius emerges from the other three cities, how long can such peace be maintained?

In the end, aren't they the common people who are suffering?

"You don't have to make any excuses. I know that you are from Mo City and you are also one of the people wanted by the whole city recently, right?"

When the four of them heard this, they immediately became alert.

"You don't need to panic. I won't tell anyone. I also know the purpose of your coming to Kaoshan Village."

The four of them looked at each other, but their eyes were still fixed on the village chief. If he made the slightest inappropriate move, they promised to slap a knife on his neck mercilessly.