Yu Jun

Mo Qianlan was so excited that he almost lost his strength. He asked Yin Bei to carry Zhao Shiheng on his back and go back with him, and let Mo Lingfeng go back to the fort. After this battle, the fort was actually safer.

He hugged Mo Lingfeng tightly, and the two cuddled together bloody: "Don't be afraid."

Mo Lingfeng had a pair of swollen walnut eyes, not afraid, just sad and uncomfortable.

But one day, the news of the First Battle of Zhangjiabao spread throughout Kuanzhou, the peace talks failed, and the imperial emissary died. Zhang Gong hurried back to Kyoto to report the details of the peace talks to His Majesty.

And Zhong Jiaqing also conducted a thorough investigation on these crossbowmen, but found that it was the Qiang people pretending to be crossbowmen and ambush in Hengshan.

Jinlu has been coveting bows and crossbows for a long time, and after stealing the wind knife last time, he stole the nun again, and the North and South Workshops must be thoroughly investigated.

After Mo Qianlan buried Zhao Shiheng, he sat quietly in the study and sneered when he heard the news Yin Bei brought back.

This chess move made by the emperor is to deal with his body in his own way.

The Mo family stole the Wind Knife and placed people in the North and South workshops. The emperor used the name of Jinlu to kill him with a crossbowman, picked himself clean, and took the opportunity to rectify the North and South workshops.

The emperor even counted the Mo family's disruption of the peace talks - let them suffer the consequences.

He asked Yin Bei: "Have you found out who made His Majesty's sword and arranged for the crossbowmen, Ah Kuo?"

"The girl said that the upper army is in control," Yin Bei replied, "She has already dealt with it."

Mo Qianlan nodded in satisfaction.

He is not dead, and Mo Lingfeng is still alive, the emperor played the chess game without losing or winning, and it will be even more difficult to attack Mo Lingfeng next time.

There is no such opportunity for peace talks anymore, Mo Lingfeng stayed in the fortress, surrounded by soldiers, very safe.

Next, the emperor could no longer restrain Mo Lefeng.

"Let Wu Jin come at night, since Shi Heng is gone, Wu Jin can also use it."

"Yes."

"How much to give each month, when Ah Yao comes back, it's up to her."

"Yes."

"Drink the medicine."

Mo Qianlan didn't support Yin Bei, got up by himself, stepped over the threshold, his eyes were pierced by the bright light outside, his eyes suddenly blurred, the string in his mind broke without warning, and he fell straight He fell to the ground, twitching unconscious.

"Master!" Yin Bei was stunned, "Hurry up and invite Li Yitie!"

Mo Qianlan's epilepsy relapsed.

Li Yitie exhorted thousands of times, but Mo Qianlan was still unable to prevent the disease because of grief and hard work. Li Yitie secretly said that it was not good, and it came quickly. He did not take the pulse or use medicine. Killed Mo Qianlan's life.

Although his life was saved, Mo Qianlan became a living dead.

There is no one in the Mo residence anymore.

The news immediately leaked out along with Qiu Yu, spreading to every corner of Kuanzhou City.

Peeping and coveting eyes followed, and the silent and dignified Mo Mansion suddenly became turbulent and uneasy everywhere, and the monsters and monsters were eager to try, salivating at this behemoth.

Early the next morning after Mo Qianlan's illness, Yin Bei went out to Shishi Street.

Ten Stone Street is still narrow and cramped as before, with a sour smell. The debris piled up on both sides is as high as the houses, and it is crumbling, but there is no smoke from the kitchen, let alone a few people. On the contrary, sporadic crying can be heard along the way.

It's a sign of troubled times.

The road and the narrow door are very familiar. With a "creak", the door opened. Wu Yi was about to go to the bakery with a bag of sugar in his hands. When he saw Yin Bei, he felt very familiar.

"Brother Wu, I am the follower of Mo Jiedu, is your brother here?"

Wu Yi nodded: "Yes."

Then he turned his head and shouted at the door: "Brother! Someone is looking for you!"

There was no response from inside, so Wu Yi raised his chin and moved towards the door: "Go in by yourself, he is studying and can't hear anything."

After that, he took the two small bags of sugar and went to the bakery to help.

Yin Bei stepped over the low threshold and saw Wu Jin sitting in the courtyard at a glance.

In order to save lamp oil, he reads in the still dim light, with his back to the gate, sitting on a bench, facing a book on a square table, sitting upright and concentrated, the only spectator is curled up on the roof The cat licked its paws in the cold wind, glanced arrogantly and lazily at Yin Bei, let out a "meow", and buried its head down again.

Yin Bei called out: "Young Master Wu."

Wu Jin didn't raise her head, she seemed to be lost in thought, and remained motionless, while Yin Bei stood by his side, waiting quietly.

It took a quarter of an hour for Wu Jin to recover from her contemplation, close the book, and was about to get up and change clothes to go to the bookstore, when she suddenly saw Yin Bei standing beside her, she was startled: "When did Brother Yin come?"

He hurriedly gave way: "Please sit down, I'll boil the water."

Yin Bei waved his hands, clasped his fists in both hands, and bowed to Wu Jin to the end: "Young Master Wu, the Jiedu envoy has left his soul and is unconscious. The Mo family is in danger. I have no choice but to ask you for help. Mr. Zhao left behind many I don't know anything about business."

His mind is tight enough to work as a coolie and do odd jobs.

What's more, Mo Qianlan originally planned to let Wu Jin take over Zhao Shiheng.

Wu Jin's heart trembled, she thought for a while, her face turned pale, and she asked, "Does Miss Mo know?"

Yin Bei was even more at a loss: "Because of the Zhangjiabao incident, General Zhong wants to take back Sanchuan Village. The girl is on the battlefield now, so I dare not distract her. If the girl knows about the uncle, I'm afraid it will be bad."

Wu Jin lowered her head, and the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

He knows the Mo family's brother and sister's feelings better than anyone else.

The majesty of the sky crushed the innocence and softness of the brothers and sisters of the Mo family. They leaned on each other and stepped on the flesh and blood of their closest relatives. Their hair, skin, eyebrows, and flesh and blood came from the same vein, and they were united by blood. There is no such thing in this world. People love each other more than they do, and no calculation can drive them apart.

There is only death, which is unpredictable and impossible to parry.

Wu Jin thought for a while: "Brother Yin, it's okay for me to do some trivial things, but I'm afraid I can't do big things. Cheng Zhifu and Jiedushi are close friends."

There is no need for Yin Bei to answer, he will not go on.

Cheng Zhifu has a large family and is in the officialdom, so he knows how powerful he is, so he has to avoid suspicion.

Speaking of this, he knew that Yin Bei was desperate, and he could not retreat.

"I'm going to get the umbrella." Wu Jin looked at the sky, there was no sunlight in the morning, only dark clouds, "Go to the bookstore first and ask for your resignation, and then I will go with you."

The two of them took umbrellas and rushed to the bookstore. He took the unfinished documents in the bookstore with him and sent them when they were finished.

When the bookstore arrived at the Mo Mansion, the rain had not yet fallen, but the air was already filled with water vapor. The front door of the Mo Mansion was very lively, full of young men who came to send greeting cards, and under the stone steps, there were still a few people standing in person. Come and see you.

Wu Jin glanced over and immediately saw a familiar face - Liu Boyu.

After looking at it, the two walked around to the corner gate and entered the mansion through the corner gate.

As soon as he entered the gate of the mansion, he was a little surprised. He never thought that Mo's mansion had declined so far, and there was no popularity at all. The flowers and plants in the garden were all withered and never replaced. The servants lost their suppression and sneaked around. The claws of the outside world.

Step by step forward, he struggled to look back.

He must be firm in order to avoid being swallowed by this vortex.