Mu Lianrong quietly raised her eyes and focused on the vital part of Prince Qin Jinxiu's vest.
This time the great feud will end without any doubt, just like the accidental death of the mother and the second brother, and the mysterious death of the eldest brother on the battlefield. She guessed the mastermind behind the scenes, but she had no evidence. How could she kill her enemy with her own hands
Mu Lianrong lowered her eyes and frowned slightly.
Behind the long eyelashes, the eyes reflected strong hatred. However, as his eyes flickered, he endured it.
'The Mu family will never betray the emperor and the country! '
Mu Xiong's once categorical words were now like shackles, making Mu Lianrong feel uncomfortable breathing. The Mu family was loyal and courageous, but what did they get in exchange
The hand holding the reins was tightly clenched, but Mu Lianrong still maintained a kind smile on his lips, not letting any of the murderous aura around him leak out.
"I'm coming!"
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
Father! song!
The family affection that melted into the flesh and blood made Mu Lianrong temporarily put aside her hatred and raised her eyes to look at the city gate ahead. The inner excitement was revealed through his eyes.
Along the official road outside the city, the team gradually appeared in people's sight, attracting everyone's attention.
However, as the snake-like team approached, strong discussions broke out in the crowd.
The sky is filled with dark coins, floating in the wind.
Like snowflakes, it instantly covered the ground inside and outside Luodu City.
The returning warriors were not as elated as if they had won the battle. Instead, they were silent, and the entire team exuded a sadness that was too thick to be resolved.
Even, every soldier in the team had a white mourning cloth tied on his right arm. There are black porcelain jars placed in the bamboo baskets on their backs.
This time, there were only 5,000 Mu family troops who followed Mu Xiong back to the capital from Yicheng to report on their duties.
However, among these five thousand people, everyone is like this. Those bamboo baskets and porcelain jars made everyone curious.
What happened
Why is it that this time when the Mu family army returns from victory, it is so different from before
The Ming coins floating into the air flew towards Qin Jinhao and Qin Jinxiu.
Some fell in front of them and some fell on them.
Qin Jinhao reached out and grabbed the Ming Coin that fell towards him. He frowned, crumpled the Ming Coin into a ball, and threw it away. Qin Jinxiu, on the other hand, flicked his sleeves and brushed away Mingbi's harassment with a sudden green complexion.
Mu Lianrong, who was behind them, raised her head slightly and looked at the ghost coins flying in the sky. Sadness emerged from her heart, and a layer of mist quickly rose in her eyes.
She seemed to feel and see the brutality of this battle from these ghost coins that bought her way to the underworld.
Those porcelain jars in bamboo baskets were incomprehensible to others, but she recognized them at a glance as the urns used by the Mu family army to collect the bones of soldiers.
'Father, bring them back! Mu Lianrong's heart was shaking like a drum, and her eyes were red.
All around, it was quiet.
Everyone seemed to be infected by this sad atmosphere.
An army of five thousand people entered through the city gate, and there was no other sound except the sound of horse hooves.
As the leader of the army, Mu Xiong rode at the front.
His expression was solemn, and there was a complex emotion in his weathered eyes.
His right arm was also tied with a white cloth strip, no different due to his identity. Beside him, on another horse, was Mu Qingge, dressed elegantly in red.
Her waist and arms were also wrapped in white cloth.
Beautiful and delicate facial features, very calm. The soul-catching clear eyes were calm and calm, but they hid incomparable sharpness.
(End of chapter)