Chapter 812 What is the Northern Frontier like?
Mo Beihan smiled gently:
"Of course I am willing! King Ping's farm is located in a remote area and is heavily guarded. It is difficult to empty the warehouse quietly, but I know you can do it."
He looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
Qiao Ran knew that this guy must know something, otherwise he wouldn't have come to find her to go with him.
But since he didn't expose it, she didn't point it out either:
"Okay then, when do we act?"
Mo Beihan's smile became even brighter:
"Tomorrow morning!"
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the city gate!"
Mo Beihan nodded gently: "Okay!"
Mo Beihan and his team actually helped out in the Devil's Valley for a whole day, from morning till dusk. They only had lunch at the villagers' homes and left without even having dinner.
Qiao Dajiang is feeling more and more favorable towards his future son-in-law.
He was able to put aside his status as a prince and help these peasants with their work. He did not mind being splashed with mud and water, and he did not complain even when he was covered in sweat, straw crumbs, and felt sticky and itchy.
All of this is because he values his daughter and wants her to be fully integrated into his family.
What is there to complain about with a son-in-law like this?
The next morning, Mu Er still brought people to help, but Mo Beihan didn't come, and Qiao Ran wasn't there either.
The Qiao family already knew that they were going to do something big, and while they were worried, they continued to harvest the rice calmly.
When Qiao Ran rode to the city gate, she found Mo Beihan was already waiting at the entrance to the mountain.
"In order to avoid revealing our whereabouts, Mu Er and the others and I stayed at a farm in the suburbs last night."
"I see, you've thought this through very carefully!"
Two men and two horses were galloping on their horses along a quiet and deserted path in the early morning when the sun had just risen and the sky was filled with brilliant morning glow.
The official road was too conspicuous. Fortunately, Mu Yi and his friends found a small road leading to Huangshan County, but they had to walk a little further.
Although summer is hot, the early morning when the sun rises is very cool and comfortable.
Sitting on the galloping horse, the cool breeze blows on your face, the air is unusually fresh, and the fragrance of soil and plants permeates into your nose with the wind, making you feel relaxed and comfortable.
There was a section of the mountain road with dense branches and grass, so you had to dismount and lead the horse.
"Mo Beihan, what is the northern border like? Are there mountains and flowers like this?"
Remembering that Shui Baihong returned to Northern Xinjiang and Mo Beihan also grew up in Northern Xinjiang, Qiao Ran asked curiously.
Mo Beihan led the horse in front to clear the way, using his sword to cut off the grass and branches that were about to scratch his face, while answering:
"There are mountains in northern Xinjiang, but you can only see flowers and trees for four or five months a year. The rest of the time it's covered in snow and the weather is cold. There are not four distinct seasons like here."
"Wouldn't that be very hard to endure? Grandpa Mo is old, and it's not suitable for him to be stationed in the Northern Frontier all the time, right? Will you go to the Northern Frontier to take over your grandfather's place in the future?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
Mo Beihan paused for a moment, his eyes looking far away:
"The emperor is afraid of the Dingbei Palace and has always wanted to take back the military power, but the Dingbei Army was cultivated by my grandfather himself. If the military power was lost, I am afraid that the Dingbei Palace would have been destroyed long ago. My grandfather knew that the emperor would not hand over the military power to me, so he has been stationed in the northern border so that I can stay in the capital."
Qiao Ran understood that the military power of the Dingbei Army was the life-saving talisman for the grandfather and grandson of the Dingbei Palace. If it was handed over, the emperor would definitely find a reason to deal with the two of them, and the Dingbei Palace would be completely extinct.
Therefore, the old prince would rather guard the military power in the northern border with his aging body, so that the emperor would be afraid and save his grandson's life.
