"You are talking sarcastic again, but your sword is very good, and that sword is as fast as lightning, I admire it." Morey thought for a while and said, "I'll invite you to drink, and let the peanuts drink a little wine."

Ye Lang said happily without thinking: "Okay, let's try your peanut wine."

A knight hurriedly said, "General, no."

Ye Lang waved his hand and said, "Don't say it, Qianqinqin is not that kind of person, I can trust him."

Morey opened his eyes wide and looked Yelang for a long time before he raised his thumb and said, "It turns out that he is a man, so pleased."

There was a layer of mist in his eyes, and he was very excited to gain the trust of his enemies. It was a very rare thing and could be said to be a great honor.

The knight returned Morey's crutch to him, and Morey took it, leaned on the ground and said, "Let's go!"

Yelang jumped off his horse, held Morey, and said, "You lead the way." He turned around and said, "You go and do your business, don't follow me."

This was a great trust in Morey. Morey was moved again. He looked at Ye Lang for a long time without saying anything. He shook his head and walked straight into the house.

Although the knights were unwilling to do so, they had to do so at the unchangeable request of Night Wolf.

When the two of them walked away, a knight whispered: "Will the general be in danger?"

Several knights shook their heads at the same time, helpless and went to work hard.

With Yelang's support, Morey walked into the house with a crutch. It was only more than ten feet long. It took a while to get there. Morey asked Yelang to sit down.

Morey flipped up the cabinet with a cane, took out an exquisite box from one of the cabinets, opened it, took out a bamboo vase, and just opened the plug, a fragrance overflowed. The fragrance filled the room.

Ye Lang sniffed it violently and said, "It smells so fragrant, it is the fragrance of tea. It should be the small fragrant tea on the Xiaoxiang Mountain on the right side of Xiangcheng."

Morey looked happy and nodded suddenly, "Yes. Yes. You actually smelled it."

"This little fragrant tea is warm in nature, but it is a rare treasure in tea." Ye Lang commented.

Morey shook the tea in his hand and said, "This is specially prepared for you. You cut off my feet back then, which made me disabled, but I admire your sword technique, which is the best sword technique I have ever seen. Just thinking. It would be great if I could meet you one day. I prepared this small fragrant tea to be used to entertain you at that time. I didn't expect it to come in handy."

For ten years, Morey still misses Ye Lang, the person who cut off his feet, must have a complicated mood. He has hatred for his enemies and admiration for a good man from any angle. This is rare. Although many people have hatred, they often fade away with time. Those who say that they still remember hatred for many years and have to take revenge.

Most of them only exist in fantasies and novels and admire others is certainly a virtue. It is even more rare to admire enemies or enemies who have great hatred with oneself. This shows that Morey is a real man.

Ye Lang's eyes shot out strange light and said, "Thank you, I still remember me for so many years."

Morey said hatefully: "How could I forget you made me disabled?"

Ye Lang seemed not to see Morey's resentful gaze, but laughed and said, "Okay, okay, the man who never forgets his hatred is a good man, you are a good man."

Morey's eyes flashed with a divine light and said, "Thank you for your praise."

He made tea and brought it up. He put a cup in front of Yelang and a cup on his seat. He took out a plate of water and boiled peanuts, took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses to arrange it. He sat down.

Yelang picked up the wine pot and filled the wine in two glasses. He picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, Morey, your wine, my hand, toast you." Without waiting for Morey to speak, he drank it in one sip and praised, "Good wine, the northern wine tastes sour, it's a bit more intense."

Morey's eyes were even more powerful and he praised: "What a good man, I decided to never take my hatred towards you anymore." He also drank it in one gulp and lit up his wine glass.

If someone else is changed, I have to wait for Morey to drink first to see if he has changed. I will not drink before making a decision, so as to be afraid that he will be poisoned. Yelang is drinking in his head, which means that Yelang is truly at ease with him and he cannot help but be unhappy.

Ye Lang smiled, grabbed a handful of peanut kernels, sprinkled a piece in his mouth and chewed it in his mouth, and sighed, "I said, Morey, you live a life of peanut kernels with wine all day long. It's very good, free and free, no one cares about you. You are the emperor here, and I really envy you."

Morey said with regret: "I want to go out for a walk and go and see, but there is nothing we can do." Yelang asked: "Which mountain are you on now? Is life acceptable?"

He still thinks that Yelang is a horse thief.

Yelang picked up a teacup, took a sip, and praised: "I really didn't expect that the good tea can still be drunk in Xiangcheng's small fragrant tea in the north, but under such circumstances, the taste is very different. You, don't think I am a horse thief. Let me tell you, I once left the army and became a mercenary. Now, I have returned to the army and come to attack your horse farm at the order of the Lord."

Morey looked at Ye Lang with the look of looking at the diorama, and suddenly burst into laughter, "You, you, are quite humorous. You are obviously a horse thief, and you are so beautiful. This is not the behavior of a good man."

Yelang laughed to Morey in a unique way. At this moment, Fang Shi understood and looked at Morey's eyes and said, "Look at my eyes and see if I'm joking."

Morey looked at Yelang's eyes and after a while, hesitated: "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise, why would I come to you for no reason? The north is so cold, although the wine is so good and mellow, it's a bit more intense, and it doesn't taste as tasty as our Blue Moon Empire wine!" Ye Lang said very seriously.

"What you said may be true." Morey believed it a little, then raised his own question and said, "The Battle of Silk City is at a critical moment. If you don't go to Silk City, you will run to the north. It's hard for me to believe it no matter how you say it."

"You don't believe it, that's right. It's because of your thoughts that we took action at this time. If you all believe that we are coming, aren't we going to come and we come here? Didn't the art of war say 'I was surprised and attacked without preparation'? That's the truth." Ye Lang pointed at the table with his left index finger and said, "Don't you don't believe it, even when I heard that I was going to fight in the north, if it weren't for the adults, I really wanted to touch the back of his head to see if the tendons on the back of his neck were confused."

Morey thought about it, finally believed it, and was surprised and said, "So, are you really the army of the Blue Moon Empire?"

"That's not obvious." Ye Lang took a sip of wine, ate a peanut kernel, and said, "I told you again and again. Even if you don't believe me, I can't do anything."

Morey stood up and exclaimed: "No! I want to report the message, and I can't let your conspiracy succeed."

Ye Lang laughed and said, "Captain Qianqi, can you leave?"

Morey knew that although he and Yelang were in love with each other, their hearts were towards different countries. For the sake of the country, Yelang would not let him leave. Even if he did not kill himself, it would be no problem to put him under house arrest. He sat down dejectedly and said, "I can't let the Kingdom of Huka suffer a loss. No matter what, I am also a citizen of the Kingdom of Huka."

"Three hundred years ago, when the Qinge Dynasty unified the mainland, we were all people of the Qinge Dynasty. Since the Qinge Dynasty collapsed, wars have been happening everywhere in the mainland, and countries have been fighting for the hegemony of the mainland. In my opinion, the mainland is about to move towards unification." Ye Lang's eyes shone with strange light.

"To be unified, we should also be unified by our kingdom of Huka." Morey continued.

"No, it's our Blue Moon Empire that unifies the continent." Ye Lang said very surely.

"Blue Moon Empire? Your Blue Moon Empire has been harassing our four northern countries. Even our four small countries cannot be even in line. If you want to unify the continent, that's impossible." Morey said disdainfully.

"What you know is the past. The current situation is completely different. After the Silk City Battle, the strength of your four northern countries will be greatly weakened and you can no longer harass the Blue Moon Empire. The empire can free up hands to deal with other things. If you handle these things well, the empire will become stronger. It will be natural to unify the continent." Ye Lang has been thinking about it since he went to war with Rick and has a relatively complete view of the future situation in the mainland.

"Don't be full of words. It's hard to say who wins and who loses in the Silk City Battle." Morey said dissatisfiedly: "We have Marshal Omarevi and Marshal Tabu, and you can't get it."

"Omarivie and Tabu are both good generals, yes. However, it is not that they are the best. The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Silk City Battle is a master. Omarivie suffered a great loss. Even if Hetabu and Doni and Feng are all the strength of each other, they may not be able to get it. This is just the commander-in-chief of the Silk City Battle, which makes you uncomfortable, let alone us. How serious will the northern expedition he carefully planned will bring to you four countries? Therefore, the four countries will definitely be defeated!" Ye Lang retorted.

"Even if you are raiding, we have a vast territory and sufficient depth to use, use space to obtain time, concentrate enough troops to eliminate your army here and at our home. Your northern expedition is so far away, not to mention anything else, your logistics will be enough for you to bear, and your logistics will become your deadly imitation." Morejo was very familiar with the military formation in the army, and he hit the nail on the head.
Chapter completed!