Chapter 183: If you don't agree, I won't accept it (6)

Mu Lianrong quietly raised her eyes and focused on the key point of Prince Qin Jinxiu's vest.
This time the big feud was the accidental death of his mother and second elder brother that year, and the eldest brother died in a strange battle, no doubt ended. She guessed the master behind the scenes, but there is no evidence. How can she kill her enemies?
With drooping eyes, Mu Lianrong frowned slightly.
After the long eyelashes, a strong hatred was reflected in his eyes. However, in the light of his eyes, he endured it.
‘Mu’s family, never do anything to betray the monarchy! ’
Mu Xiong's once categorical sentence, but now it is like a chain, making Mu Lianrong feel uncomfortable breathing. Mu family, loyal to the liver and righteousness, but what did you get in return?
Holding the hand of the rein tightly, Mu Lianrong still kept a kind smile at the corner of his mouth, and did not let the murderous aura all over him vent.
"I'm coming!"
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
father! song!
The family love melted into the bones and blood caused Mu Lianrong to temporarily let go of his hatred, and raised her eyes to look at the city gate in front. The excitement in the heart was revealed through the eyes.
Following the official road outside the city, the team that gradually appeared in people's sight attracted everyone's attention.
However, when the snake-like team approached, strong discussions broke out in the crowd.
The sky full of coins, drifting with the wind.
Like snowflakes, it instantly covered the ground inside and outside Luodu City.
The returning warrior did not have the joy of winning the battle. Instead, they were all silent, and the whole team exuded a kind of sadness that was too thick to dissolve.
Even in the team, every soldier is tied with a white filial cloth on his right arm. In the bamboo basket on the back, there are black porcelain jars.
There were only 5,000 Mu Jiajun who followed Mu Xiong to return to Dudu from Yicheng.
Of course, in these five thousand people, everyone is like this. Those bamboo baskets and porcelain jars made everyone curious.
What happened?
Why, this time when Mu Jiajun returned from victory, it was so different from the past?
The Ming coins floating in the air flew in the direction of Qin Jinhao and Qin Jinxiu.
Some fell in front of them, and some fell on them.
Qin Jinhao stretched out his hand to grab it, grabbed the Ming coin that fell on him, frowned, crumpled the Ming coin into a ball, and threw it away. But Qin Jinxiu brushed his sleeves, his face suddenly blue and cleared Mingbi's harassment.
Behind them, Mu Lianrong raised her head slightly, looking at the Ming coins flying in the sky, sadness floated from her heart, and a mist quickly rose in her eyes.
She seemed to have felt and saw the fierceness of this battle from these coins that bought her way to the underworld.
The porcelain jars in the bamboo baskets were not understood by others, but she recognized at a glance that they were the ashes jars used by Mu Jiajun to condense the bones of soldiers.
‘Father, bring them back! Mu Lianrong's heart shook like a drum, her eyes flushed.
All around, it was quiet.
All 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 head of the army, Mu Xiong rode a horse to the front.
He looked solemn, with a complex emotion in his vicissitudes of life.
On his right arm, a strip of white cloth was also tied, no difference because of his identity. Beside him, another horse is Mu Qingge in a red dress.
White cloth was wrapped around her waist and arms.
Beautiful and delicate facial features, very quiet. In the breathtakingly clear eyes, there is no wave, but there is an incomparable sharpness.