In the office of the Military Chief of Linjiang Military Region, Mo Gu looked at a document in his hand. This was a summoning order from the Central Committee of Chang'an. Mo Gu was summoned to Chang'an to attend the 24th Empire Plenary Session. Under the summoning order, there was also the red mud of the Imperial Marshal's command, indicating that there was no delay.

Mo Gu sat in his seat and looked at the document, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, the prompt for a holographic call sounded. Mo Gu glanced at the caller, got up and closed all the doors and windows, so as not to let there be any light in the room. Then he opened the communication and said silently: "Eagle King."

Leng Yuan, wearing a black suit, appeared in the interweaving of particles of holographic projection. Because of the iterative update of technology, holographic projection has been very developed and has a very high degree of reality, just like Leng Yuan himself standing there.

Leng Yuan looked at Mo Gu's eyes and said deeply: "There is information to tell me that Chang'an summons you to attend the 24th Empire Plenary Session."

Mo Gu narrowed his eyes. She just received this document. Whose information was spread so quickly?

Mo Gu subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. Although there was nothing there, she knew there were eyes there, eyes belonging to those with spiritual powers.

Mo Gu did not hide what Leng Yuan asked about and directly replied: "Yes."

"Why don't you report to me?" Leng Yuan's voice did not fluctuate, it was not much different from his usual tone, but it revealed a faint oppression.

Mo Gu looked at Leng Yuan and was silent for a long time before saying, "I haven't had time to report to you yet."

Leng Yuan doesn't speak.

Mo Gu opened the fireplace, and the flames in the fireplace were reflected in her pupils. She picked up the summoning order and said, "I can burn it and pretend I don't know anything."

"No, you go." Leng Yuan looked at Mo Gu's back, and some complicated emotions appeared in her eyes. "It's time to finish the matter between the North and Chang'an."

Mo Gu took back the summoning order and nodded: "I understand, I'll leave now."

"Mo Gu." Just before Mo Gu walked out of the room, Leng Yuan called out. Leng Yuan stared at Mo Gu's eyes, his expression flashed in his pupils, like a candlelight that kept shining in the dark but would go out at any time. "I trust you very much, don't let me down."

What is trust? Trust is a silent entrustment, just like "I love you", it is in the natural moves, in the low murmuring of the soul, in the eyes, on the lips, and in every breath.

Trust is never spoken, it is a silent force, a rope that closely connects both sides.

When trust needs to be conveyed in words, the rope has actually loosened.

After Leng Yuan finished speaking, she turned off the communication unilaterally and turned into fluorescent particles and disappeared. Mo Gu still looked at the place where Leng Yuan was standing just now. Her eyes were very lonely. She stood there alone, as if she was still looking at her old friend who had been thousands of miles apart. She was silent for more than half a minute. She nodded and left silently.

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The weather in Chang'an today is very bad. The thick haze is pressing on the head of the city like a dark torrent, making people feel stuffy and breathless. It is like an ominous sign of disaster coming. A drizzle of rain spills all over the city. But in a sense, this bad weather is a sign of "auspiciousness" because the Western Regions have had severe water shortage in recent years. Such a heavy rain can make those hungry and thirsty people live, of course, just to survive.

Mo Gu opened the car door and walked out, looking at the Empire Hall, which symbolized the highest power of the Red Blood Empire. This huge building was blurred in the rainstorm, like a giant standing under the sky overlooking her.

It is worth mentioning that Mo Gu did not wear an imperial military uniform representing the identity of the military leader of the Linjiang Military Region today, but was wearing the uniform of the Eagle Flag Army Headquarters, wearing a black suit, with flying kites embroidered on the side of the arms and the collar of the shirt. Even though he was petite, he exuded an oppressive aura. The rain wet her black hair and dripped from the end, and some of them flowed along her fair face, leaving cold marks.

Mo Gu put one hand on Lan Lian's sword hilt, and the other hand hung weakly in front of him. The high-gang's military boots stepped on the accumulated water and walked towards the Imperial Hall. At the gate, two central garrisons crossed and stopped Mo Gu, and their voice revealed the majesty that the Central Army should have: "General Blood Marquis, please take off the sword."

Mo Gu did not look at the two Central Guards, put his little hands on the hilt of the sword, looked ahead, and said indifferently: "This is given by the King of Sword Eagle, and will not be taken."

The two Central Guards exchanged glances with each other. Just as they were about to move further, a sound came from the communicator in their ears. After a moment, they let it go, and it was supposed that there was instructions from inside.

The gate of the hall was opened, and the hall was filled with people, all of which were high-ranking central generals holding heavy troops, but they all had pale faces and thin skin, which was obviously a trace of long-term malnutrition. By chance, Mo Gu caught a glimpse of the cold and cold light in the dark shadow. When he looked closely, he found that it was the eyes of the central generals, which was a look of wild beasts seeing flesh.

Mo Gu walked to the front and looked at Yue Runsheng and Liu Fusu on the stage. Her first reaction was that these two people had lost weight, and her second reaction was that these two people had grown old.

Time is unforgiving, and Yue Runsheng is about to become a centenarian. Time bent his back and waist, and he even had to use crutches to walk, and even needed someone to support him.

Liu Fusu is fifty years old and has gone through two-thirds of his life. He is no longer the jade-faced scholar general back then. The beard under his jaw begins to be stained with traces of wind and frost, and it turns slightly white, and even there are many acne on his skin.

Liu Fusu looked at Mo Gu in the audience. Although he was middle-aged, his majesty in his voice remained unabated: "Mo Gu, the major general of Linjiang Military Region of the Red Blood Empire, saluted the Imperial Marshal."

Ink bones in the eagle flag uniform stood tall and handsomely. Looking at Yue Runsheng, who was hunched, his hands were not moving at all. She said simply: "I don't salute."

The atmosphere around him frozen in this sentence, but Liu Fusu was not surprised. He just raised the corner of his lips and said quietly: "Learn well."

Mo Gu looked calm and said calmly: "I hope you are not talking nonsense when you come to me this time. Let's say, what do you want? Or should I take my post or take back my military power?"

"None of them." Liu Fusu's gaze moved away from Mo Gu's face, staring at the side door of the Empire Hall, and said, "Major General Mo Gu has been guarding Linjiang for 25 years. He has been honest and honest, and has a strong heart in the Jiangnan region. In order to commend these decades of achievements, I will give you a gift."

"What gift?"

"Send your family to reunite."
Chapter completed!