Chapter 9284

The peddler smiles at Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun: "my two guests, I'm really sorry to let you see such a miserable scene."

Seeing that Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun only frowned but didn't ask questions, the peddler gave a bitter smile and pointed to his head and said, "this woman has a problem with her brain. She always talks nonsense and says that she is the daughter of the imperial capital every day. Ha ha ha How could miss Qianjin be reduced to be a village woman in Mojia village? Don't mind, you two. Go this way, please

Peddlers lead the way in front, Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun walk hand in hand.

The two of them looked at each other with a smile that only they could understand.

Su Luo, holding Nangong Liuyun, looked at the Mojia village and asked the peddler unintentionally, "we don't dare to be interested in that woman, but it's the history of your Mojia village, its historical sites, historical sites, cultural heritage, generations of famous officials and so on. Can you tell us something about it

Seeing that Su Luo didn't have a good-natured Bagua Wang Xiaohua, the peddler immediately beamed with joy and explained the long history of Mojia village with Su Luo.

From the peddler's words, Su Luo really heard some information.

Mojia village moved here shortly after the death of Taizu. Over the years, this lineage has been continuously passed down. The eldest son of each generation will be the head of Mojia village. Therefore, the blood of the head of Mojia village is still very pure.

Su Luo thought, the specific things from the peddler mouth is not out of the mouth, but she still asked a peddler how to address.

"My name is mo Jiaqiang. I'm a Jia generation. I really want to count it seriously. I'm the same generation as our majesty. You know, when our Majesty was the crown prince, there was Jia in his name. Later, because of taboo, he changed it to Jia. " The peddler is proud.

Su Luo nodded with a smile: "powerful."

"That is! The people of Mojia village really need to talk about it. It's royal blood! " Mojia was elated.

Su Luozhuang asked unintentionally, "are you in Mojia village all year round? No one is going to live in the imperial city? "

Mo Jiaqiang said angrily: "our ancestors have orders. The children of the family can engage in business and practice, but they are not allowed to take scientific examinations, let alone become officials."

Su Luo eyes slightly flash, not allowed to be an official? Did the ancestors of Mojia village have any stimulation in the imperial capital? In short, there must be something wrong with it!

Su Luo always thought that Mohist school was just Mohist school, but he didn't know that Mohist school was a branch of royal family.

When Su Luo was waiting to ask in detail, a cold voice suddenly appeared in the oblique Thorn: "Mo Jiaqiang, you talk too much!"

Pressure, indifference, threatening voice!

Su looked back subconsciously. It was an old man with a linen robe. He looked like an ordinary old man, but the momentum of his back hands and the sharpness of his eyes were not what an ordinary old farmer could have.

Mojia looked up subconsciously and saw the old man in front of him. His face turned pale: "third uncle! You, how are you here? "

The third uncle glared at Mo Jiaqiang and looked back. His eyes, sharp as hawk falcon, swept across Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo's face coldly.

At the moment, Su Luo has already taken off the mask, so the peerless face fell into the eyes of the third uncle.

The third uncle frowned more tightly: "who are they?"

Mo Jiaqiang quickly explained: "these two guests came from a long way away from other places. They traveled all the way to our Mojia village www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!