Ye Li came to her senses, shook her head and said, "It's nothing.... I've been falling tight these days, but I suddenly relaxed and felt a little at a loss."

Mo Xiuyao rubbed her hair with guilt and said softly: "It's all my fault, Ali... Nothing will upset you again in the future. I will accompany you whatever you want, okay?" Yes, there will be nothing that will upset you again from now on. No one in this world can threaten Ali. Beirong was defeated, and he won't be able to recover within thirty or fifty years. Lei Zhenting died, and most of the elite soldiers in Xiling were

Stayed at Feihong Pass. The south has to face the 300,000 army led by Murong Shen and Nanhou of the Great Chu. There are also grudges between the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and the Xiling royal family in the country. It would be good to be able to protect yourself with Lei Tengfeng's ability. As for the Great Chu in the south, Mo Jingli was exiled and a minor-aged little baby ascended the throne. The power was just in the hands of the powerful ministers and the empress dowager, and he could not cause any storms. In the future... who else in the world dares to touch his Ali?

Ye Li looked at him in surprise. Mo Xiuyao blinked his eyes and smiled, "Why is Ali looking at me like this?"

Ye Li asked, "Are you planning to withdraw your troops?"

"All the ones that should be fought have been fought. What else can you do if you don't withdraw your troops?" Mo Xiuyao said with a smile.

Ye Li said silently. However, she didn't expect Mo Xiuyao to stop so soon. Mo Xiuyao's plans and decisions have always made her feel bad these days. It's not that there is anything wrong with being ambitious. Mo Xiuyao has the strength and the qualification to win the world, or even unify the world. But perhaps it is because of these days that more cruel wars have made her feel irresistible about the war. There have been too many dead people seen in recent years.

Holding Ye Li in his arms, Mo Xiuyao's handsome face was filled with a gentle smile. He patted Ye Li's back and said softly: "A Li is tired? Why not take a rest first, okay?"

Ye Li nodded unconsciously, leaned on Mo Xiuyao and gradually closed her eyes. She was indeed a little tired. When Ye Li fell asleep, Mo Xiuyao picked her up and put her on the bed inside. He leaned over and looked at the beautiful face who was still frowning slightly while sleeping. Mo Xiuyao raised his hand pitifully and gently outlined her face, and laughed in a low voice: "Silly Ali, why don't I know what you are thinking? Besides... If I have finished fighting, wouldn't Mo Xiaobao become a prodigal son?"

He gently covered Ye Li with a quilt. Mo Xiuyao turned around and went out. He wrote a few lines of himself in a mess on the rice paper placed outside. Obviously, the owner of the handwriting had forgotten to put it away in a hurry: the soldiers were out of the Huai River and the passenger roads were open, and the crows came and went in the cold sky. Poor white bones gathered in the solitary tomb, and they all looked for military achievements for the general.

Using this poem to describe the Mo family may be a bit biased, but it also clearly shows the views and mood of the writers about the current situation.

Ye Li was really tired. When she woke up this time, the sky outside had darkened again. If Mo Xiuyao hadn't eaten for too long, she might have continued to sleep.

Ye Li sat up and looked at Mo Xiuyao who had not changed at all before sitting by his bed. He knew that he had never rested. In fact, it was not just Ye Li and the guards of Feihong Pass that day were so tired. Mo Xiuyao heard that Ye Li was still in Feihong Pass halfway, so he rushed back with his men. Then there was a big battle with Lei Zhenting, and it was impossible to say that it was not tired.

"Why didn't there be any rest?" Ye Li frowned and asked softly.

Mo Xiuyao shook his head with a smile and said softly: "Look at A Li, don't be tired... A Li has been sleeping for a long time, it's time to get up and have some dinner." Ye Li looked silently at the man with a gentle smile in front of him, as if the gloomy and violent faced Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan had never existed before. Looking at her silent appearance, Mo Xiuyao smiled slightly, raised his hand to hug Ye Li in his arms, and asked softly: "A Li is angry with me?"

Ye Li was silent for a moment, sighed slightly, shook her head and said, "No, I know... you are right."

Mo Xiuyao also fell silent, and after a while, he looked at Ye Li with a smile and said, "I just can't accept it, right? Yes, this time... I did it on purpose. How could those wastes from Mo Jingli hurt me? In fact... I had this plan since A Li first asked me to hand over the detailed list of Cangmang Mountain to me. I know Mo Jingli, and I know what he would do when he was forced to do. A Li, look, now... everything is developing as I imagined. But... I didn't expect that A Li, you didn't listen to me and leave Feihong Pass. If Ling Tiehan hadn't arrived... Fortunately, it was right to keep Ling Tiehan's life..." Mo Xiuyao's hand holding Ye Li's waist trembled slightly, but he looked down at Ye Li's eyes and low voices with a faint smile. Such a stubborn smile made Ye Li's heart even more sour.

She couldn't blame this man. Ye Li leaned gently in Mo Xiuyao's arms and thought silently. No matter how many things he had or how many thoughts she could not agree or accept, she could never blame him. This was not his fault. He wanted to take revenge, protect his family and lover, and wanted to continue the Dingwang Mansion in this world, and to get the most rewards with the smallest efforts. No matter where he looked at it, he was not wrong.

Mo Xiuyao gently hugged Ye Li, kissed her hair, and chuckled softly: "I want to hide A Li in the safest and most beautiful palace in the world so that no one can see it, and no one can hurt A Li. But I can't do that... I know A Li doesn't like that. So... I want A Li to stand with me and face everything together, even if A Li doesn't like. A Li, don't hate me, okay?"

Even if I know you hate these, I would rather tear these cruel things into you and show them to you. Because this is Mo Xiuyao... Mo Xiuyao is not a young man from the aristocratic family with bright moon and a clear and ecstatic immortal. Mo Xiuyao is a hell Shura who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood. Although A Li has never been a delicate little flower raised in a greenhouse, A Li's heart is always so kind and soft. How could he like such a bloody and cruel plot and a battlefield with blood flowing? But... what should I do? Mo Xiuyao only wants you to accompany him.

"Xu Yao..." Ye Li sighed softly, raised her head and looked into his gentle but stubborn and persistent eyes. She raised her hand and touched his snow-white hair, and whispered: "It's not your fault, why do I blame you? I just... I'm a little sad. I really want to convince myself that their sacrifices are valuable. Even if all the 200,000 defenders in Feihong Pass were killed in battle, it would at least shorten the war time for several years. During this period... the fewer soldiers and the people who sacrificed less? What's more... I'm so hard
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