Hearing something that he said inexplicably, he paused and nodded, his eyes really looked at the villain in the painting in front of him with gentleness.
He was quite uneasy this afternoon, and he hadn't had a moment of peace in recent months because he had no one to accompany him. Today, he was really worried and came here to quiet the studio, and by the way, he heard what he had to say inexplicably. Although the situation outside seemed very calm, he knew that the calmer the waves were on the surface, the more surging the waves below.
The close-fitting servant who followed Mo Qianxun actually ran in at this time.
He frowned for no reason, thinking why he was so unruly.
The servant said nervously to Mo Qianxun: "Master! Just now, green warning fireworks signals were continuously released in the southwest direction. Explanation: What troublesome thing happened to Mr. Wen."
The man who was planning to write a poem on the painting beat hard and fell to the ground.
He hurriedly asked, "What direction?"
The little servant said with certainty: "Southwest direction!"
He said behind him for no reason: "Young Master, can it be those rebels who are causing trouble?"
Mo Qianxun didn't ponder at all.
Southwest direction.
slight……!!!
Something must have happened slightly, otherwise Wen Tai would not release the emergency smoke egg. The smoke egg is green, Wen Tai's, and there are only two, so it is to be used in a critical moment.
A proud child like Wen Tai once said that he would never use that smoke egg in his whole life.
Unless otherwise absolutely, Wen Tai would not use these two smoke bombs with his kung fu.
Mo Qianxun clenched his fists and leaked his nervousness. He turned his head and tried his best to calmly order: "Forget it, mobilize 200,000 troops quickly! Follow me! No, follow me, I will take a step first!" As he said that, he was about to step away.
He stopped him inexplicably and said, "Young Master, no! You are the emperor. You should put the overall situation first and sit firmly on the court. I'll let me go!"
Mo Qianxun narrowed his eyes, and the meaning of anger was obvious.
This was the first time inexplicably seeing Mo Qianxun get angry in front of him. Although he only had one look, his eyes were warning him that he had surpassed him.
He just wants to act and leave.
"Or, let's wait. After we mobilize enough troops and you will walk with the army. If you act alone, what if there is anything wrong..." Inexplicably hesitant to persuade him behind him.
"I can't wait for a moment! Go and do things quickly! Otherwise, you go back to plant flowers!" Mo Qianxun said this, then raised his arms and flew out from the door. The speed was so fast that those literati and poets who quietly admired calligraphy and paintings on the third floor only saw a white shadow flashing in front of him and disappeared out of thin air. They were shocked for a few times.
Since then, many rumors have come one after another.
Some people say that because the Dragon and Phoenix Bookstore was well done, even the gods were patronized. Of course, this is a later story.
Mo Qianxun flew to the horse shed in the backyard.
He led a thousand-mile horse with a 100-mile horse. He turned over and slapped his palms behind the horse. The horse neighed and quickly stepped out of the yard of the Longfeng Bookstore and ran out.
Bai Weiwei was lying in the carriage at this moment. The carriage was very soft and her heart was bleeding.
Everyone was still shouting slogans loudly. Every time they shouted, they would kill one or two men in black, and they felt extremely refreshed.
But these guards were getting more and more unable to withstand it.
Bai Weiwei could hear fewer and fewer people shouting.