After Nanmo regained the lost territory, the people of the You tribe completely withdrew to the You tribe, and Nanmo won a complete victory this time.

But Xu Zhilan couldn't be happy anyway, how happened to Yu Huiyi in Liaozhou, and whether the poison had been resolved? Will Yu Huiyi really like that princess of the Dan clan?

"Lan'er, why are you depressed?" Luo Fengran asked with concern.

"Cousin, I'm worried about Wen Jin." In front of Luo Fengran, Xu Zhilan didn't need to hide it.

"That guy has a way to avoid danger." Luo Fengran half-jokingly comforted Xu Zhilan.

"If you're worried, go ahead, no one is stopping you now." Yang Qingyue suddenly said.

"No, now go see Wen Jin, what if the princess of the Dan clan doesn't detoxify Wen Jin." Xu Zhilan sighed helplessly.

"Actually, what Feng Ran said makes sense, what kind of person is Wen Jin, that is the person who decides the overall situation between talking and laughing, this little setback will be handled easily, don't worry." Nangong Yunzhao also persuaded.

In fact, I understand all these truths, but my thoughts are uncontrollable.

"Zhilan, now that the war is over, let's go back to Beijing." Yang Qingyue knew that Xu Zhilan had to go back.

"Hmm." Xu Zhilan lightly agreed.

In fact, Luo Fengran didn't want Xu Zhilan to return to the Longtan Tiger's Den, but what could he do, Nan Mo's current situation was not much better.

At night, looking at the silent night sky, Xu Zhilan brushed his head.

Since Liu Huiniang knew about Nan Mo's crisis, it proved that Nan Mo's crisis was related to the Lotus Sect, but the Lotus Sect did not appear here.

Fang Ying is sure that he is the enemy, and he will not give up easily, there are Zhang Jieyu and Yin Zhaorong in the capital, as well as Li Fang and Xu Yunru, hey! There are so many enemies.

Go back to the capital first, and find a way to let the emperor transfer the royal hue back, besides, the original owner's mother's revenge has not been avenged, and the body of others must be worthy of others, not to mention that there is still a great ambition that has not been realized.

Xu Zhilan has no choice but to be strong, no matter where he is, living, living well is the most important thing.

The next day, Yang Qingyue reorganized the army and horses and prepared to leave for Beijing, and Nangong Yunzhao and Li Jing were also preparing to go back.

For everyone's help, Rowan is difficult to express in words, and the people of Nanmo are not suffering from the war, which is the most gratifying thing for Rowan.

"Lan'er, remember, Nanmo is your home, and you are always welcome to return." Rowan had tears in his eyes, how he hoped that his sister's only bone and blood would stay by his side.

"Uncle, Lan'er will." Xu Zhilan couldn't control the tears in his eyes.

All morning, Xu Zhilan was depressed, thinking about his uncle and aunt, it was difficult to give up, and it was not too good to feel that someone loved someone.

"Zhilan, don't be so good all the time, there's nothing you can't get by, as long as you live." Yang Qingyue said to Xu Zhilan with a smile.

Yang Qingyue is called free and easy, even if she is nineteen years old and does not marry, no one will force her, and her father is so fond of her.

"Qingyue, what are your plans after returning to Beijing?" Xu Zhilan asked curiously.

"I will do whatever you do, fully support you, be your good sister, share life and death, even if you start the army tomorrow, I will support you later." Yang Qingyue's personality is so straightforward, for her, there is nothing more interesting than being with Xu Zhilan.

Xu Zhilan was moved and a little excited at the same time, isn't this a dead friend, Yang Qingyue has a noble identity, and she follows her with all her heart, who else?

Along the way, I couldn't see anything else, all refugees, refugees from all over the place.

They support the old and the young, their clothes are ragged, their faces are yellow and thin, they have suffered either floods or droughts, and some are not natural disasters but man-made disasters at all.

The lawlessness of local officials, especially those who relied on the power of the DPRK and China, and local tyrants, ran rampant in the townships, preying on the common people, and making it difficult for the people to run for their homes.

"Qingyue, this is the frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen's wine and meat, the mediocre king, still drunk and dreaming of death there, it is really bitter for the people of the world!" Xu Zhilan is angry and hateful, and he can't do anything.

I want to help them, but my strength is limited, and I can't help them for a while.

"That's why I said, if you raise an army, I'll support you with a million dollars." Yang Qingyue approached Xu Zhilan and said softly.

At this moment, Xu Zhilan once again strengthened his determination to push to the faint king.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and then a group of officers and soldiers rushed into the crowd, and those refugees were either old, weak, sick or disabled or people who had not eaten for several days, and were directly hit by horses, and some were even trampled under the feet of horses.

Xu Zhilan felt a pain in his heart, it was really like a mustard.

"Hand over Qin Xun to me, or I'll kill all these refugees!" A leader flaunts his might on a horse, as if life under his feet is a mess of grass.

"We don't have a name Qin Xun here, so the official will spare us." A man in his forties took the lead in kneeling and pleading.

Qin Xun, Xu Zhilan has this person in his impression, he is Shan Juntong's sworn brother, he is the son of the general of Southern Qi, and he is exiled in the rivers and lakes after the gate.

The leader whipped the man who spoke aside, "Damn, you can't catch Qin Xun, don't even think about your life!" ”

Xu Zhilan really couldn't stand it anymore, and one flew down on the horse, bypassing the refugees and grabbing the whip that the official and army leader was about to fall again.

"Stop!" Xu Zhilan scolded.

"Who are you to meddle here?" The leader's face is confused, are women so horizontal these years?

"I ask you, what are these refugees guilty of, and why did you trample them to death?" Xu Zhilan's eyes flashed with anger, concealing shock.

"Can you handle it? The lives of these refugees are worth a few dollars, and it is better to live than to die. The man showed not the slightest remorse.

"Why do I think you're more damned!" Xu Zhilan's eyes were red, and this expression of treating human life as a mustard suddenly angered Xu Zhilan.

A cold light purple electric sword came out of the sheath, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the leader's choked throat, and everyone was stunned, what is the situation?

"You scum shouldn't be alive!" The hair-blowing blade directly cut the man's throat.

The officers and soldiers behind were shocked, they had never seen such a horizontal one, and they fled one after another.

Xu Zhilan didn't care about them, he came to rescue the injured refugees first, tried his best to save those who could be saved, and there was no way to save those who couldn't.

Just now, as the officers and soldiers acted recklessly, three children and a woman were trampled to death by horses, and several older ones were seriously injured, and several young ones were slightly injured.

Yang Qingyue ordered people to settle the seriously injured refugees and paid to buy some food for these refugees, but these people simply had never eaten and gobbled them up one by one.

"Where is this place?" Xu Zhilan asked the man who was beaten by braids just now.

"Girl, Lingtong County under the jurisdiction of Taizhou Prefecture here." The man answered Xu Zhilan's question as he ate.

"Why are they looking for someone named Qin Xun?" Xu Zhilan asked curiously.