Han Mingyue smiled faintly and did not speak. Now he could not help but envy Mo Xiuyao for his good taste. Logically speaking, Mo Xiuyao could not be blamed for this matter. But emotionally speaking, no matter who it was, they could not help but want to give him a slap in the face. But Ye Li had not said a single word of blame to Mo Xiuyao. No matter whether she truly understood or tolerated Mo Xiuyao, this was Mo Xiuyao's great fortune. Similarly, it was probably because of this Ye Li that Mo Xiuyao did not become more extreme.
In these years, although she did not have much interaction with Mo Xiuyao, Han Mingyue still paid attention to Mo Xiuyao from time to time. After all, other than her only brother, Mo Xiuyao could be considered the person Han Mingyue valued the most. In these years, Han Mingyue could vaguely sense that Mo Xiuyao had lost control several times. But it seemed that every time Mo Xiuyao was on the verge of losing control, he would steadily stabilize himself. Obviously, all of this had a lot to do with Ye Li.
Just like last night, when Lenghuai mentioned the matter of the West-Hill soldiers being held captive, Han Mingyue could clearly sense that Mo Xiuyao had the intention to kill. But it only took a moment for him to perfectly control it. Then he methodically instructed Lenghuai on how to deal with these captives. It was as if Prince Ding was really so compassionate and magnanimous. Heaven knew that Mo Xiuyao was never someone who would treat his enemies kindly. And at that time, the only person present who could affect Mo Xiuyao's emotions was Ye Li. So at that moment, Han Mingyue somewhat understood why Feng Zhiyao was so nervous about the relationship between Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li. If Mo Xiuyao was a peerless sword, then Ye Li was the scabbard. If Mo Xiuyao was a peerless horse, then Ye Li was the bridle that could restrain the horse. Neither of the two could be missing.
Han Mingyue lowered her head and laughed, "Xiuyao, you're already past the age of being willful. Other people's tolerance is not for you to squander as you wish. At least … you should go to the Qi Lin soldiers' graves and toast a cup of wine. These people are all trained by Princess Ding herself herself … They are completely different from what you and I know. I always feel that Princess Consort's feelings towards these Qi Lin soldiers are not the same. This time, for your plan, you sacrificed half of the Qi Lin soldiers. If someone destroyed half of your Prince Ding Mansion, would you be happy? "
Mo Xiuyao was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he said in a low voice, "I hate Qi Lin!"
Han Mingyue paused. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but laugh, "Do you hate Qi Lin? Or do you hate that Princess Consort treats other people or things differently? Princess Consort is different from other women. You should have known that a long time ago. Go … don't say that you hate Qi Lin. They are the most outstanding and admirable soldiers. Don't tell me that you don't feel regret. "
As Prince Ding, Mo Xiuyao could be said to be one of a kind. He was destined to like all the elite soldiers. How could he not like Qi Lin, the elite of the elite soldiers? To be honest, Mo Xiuyao still underestimated Qi Lin's fighting strength. He didn't even think that Ye Li would send Qi Lin to guard Fei Hong Pass. After all, compared to hundreds of thousands of soldiers, a troop of a thousand people, no matter how elite, was still too small. Initially, Mo Xiuyao was already prepared for the annihilation of the entire Feihong Pass. However, he did not expect that it was this group of people that he did not expect to save the entire Feihong Pass.
After a long silence, Mo Xiuyao walked in the direction of Ye Li.
"Xiuyao." Behind him, Han Mingyue suddenly called out.
Mo Xiuyao turned around. He looked at him and raised an eyebrow in confusion. Han Mingyue said, "We're still brothers, right?"
Mo Xiuyao nodded slightly. With a tap of his foot, he rushed in the direction of Ye Li.
Looking at a certain person's figure hurriedly leaving, Han Mingyue couldn't help but chuckle. Who would have thought that Mo Xiuyao, who was in the dreams of countless maidens back then, who was unrestrained and unrestrained, would be so anxious now? Thinking about himself, Young Master Ming Yue raised his eyes and looked into the distance. His elegant lips hooked up in a calm and relaxed smile.
Mo Xiuyao landed not far behind Ye Li like a light swan. He didn't make any noise. Qin Feng and the others looked at Mo Xiuyao and silently retreated. Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li sitting on the ground. He quietly walked over and sat on the ground like Ye Li.
"Xiuyao?" Ye Li stopped playing the zither and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that Feng San and the others had something to discuss with you? Why are you here? " Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "The war is over. No matter how big the matter is, it can be put aside for a while, right?"
Ye Li smiled and nodded. Now, except for Murong Shen and Marquis Nan who were still leading the Da Chu State's army in the south to fight against the West-Hill, the Mohist army was already quiet. Lowering her head and thinking, Ye Li said, "How to settle the families of the dead and seriously injured soldiers …"
Mo Xiuyao held her slightly cold hand and held it in his palm. He said, "You can leave these matters to Young Master Qingchen. Don't worry, Li. I promise that every dead soldier's funeral will be arranged properly. The same goes for Qi Lin. "
Ye Li smiled and nodded. She was not worried about Qi Lin. Qi Lin had a very perfect system, including compensation for casualties and serious injuries. Moreover, Qi Lin did not have many people, so it was fine as long as they followed the rules. However, the other soldiers of the Mohist army often suffered thousands of casualties. It was not easy to deal with them properly.
Seeing Ye Li's worry, Mo Xiuyao promised firmly, "I will tell all the generals to take care of their soldiers' funerals." Hearing Mo Xiuyao's solemn promise, Ye Li could not help but smile. She said, "Of course I believe you. You don't have to be so serious. I just said a few words casually. "
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and did not say anything. Lili's heart was too soft, and she thought too much. However, Mo Xiuyao knew that she was not thinking about the so-called kindness or the so-called noble character. She thought that this was how it should be. Ye Li had many ideas that were incompatible with the people of this era. For example, she thought that men should respect women. She thought that soldiers should protect the people. She thought that the country should take care of the soldiers' funerals. It was not that she thought that was wrong. It was just that for the people of this era, it was too absurd and difficult to do. However, perhaps it was because he loved Li who was different from the rest. Mo Xiuyao knew about her magical experiences. He even thought that Li's life in the previous world must be happier than in this world. That was why he wanted to give the world to her. He wanted to make her happier than before.
Mo Xiuyao took the ebony zither from Ye Li's hands and gently played it on his lap. Mo Xiuyao's zither skills were actually better than Ye Li's. It was still the 《Soul Summoning Song》. But in Mo Xiuyao's hands, there was an even more impassioned and shocking feeling of vicissitudes. Ye Li listened to him play in a daze. Finally, she could not help but cry.
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