Yu Jun

The emperor is at its peak, and Mo's mansion is extremely weak. It is common sense for the vegetation to flourish in spring and wither in autumn.

After Mo Qianlan sighed, he slowly sat down on the bench in the waterside pavilion: "His news is becoming more and more difficult to inquire now. I don't know what kind of backhand is arranged for me to go to the peace talks?"

Zhao Shiheng sighed: "Left and right are critical."

Mo Qianlan smiled indifferently: "Do you think he wants my life or Ah Yao's life?"

Zhao Shiheng walked in front of the emperor in the past, and he was the most able to figure out the holy will, so he was silent for a moment, and he said: "You."

Mo Qianlan raised his eyebrows: "Is he so sure that I have handed over the wealth of the ten states to Ah Yao? If I take the treasure place underground, do you think he will die of anger?"

Zhao Shiheng had no intention of joking with him, but said in a deep voice, "But you have already delivered it."

Mo Qianlan was speechless for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Let's go. Take precautions in advance, but I'm afraid that if the peace talks are completed, Ah Jie's road ahead will not be so easy."

In the peaceful and prosperous age, Mo Lingfeng had no choice but to rise up suddenly and take power quickly.

Zhao Shiheng also had this worry in his heart, and looked up at Zhongshan Babbler in the garden.

These gray birds, jumping up and down among the flowers and plants, chirping, sometimes landing on the ground, flying low, obviously lively and agile, but covered by the overblown flowers and trees, they appear gray and fluffy.

"The tentative time for peace talks is July [-]." His voice suddenly became dark and hoarse, and his legs and feet were aching from the wind. "Among the Jinlu, Emperor Crane is old, but his brother, King Jing, is in his prime. , but the prince is still young, I just found out the news that this time the master is the prince who is not yet eighteen."

The young master is lonely and weak. If the border is more precarious and the military power changes hands again and again, the road to succession will be even more difficult.

With his eyes closed, Mo Qianlan hunched down, leaning on a green jade stick with one hand and placing the other on the stone table, resting his head in the crook of his arm, and said after a while, "If the peace talks go well, then King Jing is not good, and it is not good for us."

Zhao Shiheng nodded and reached out to help him up: "Go to Zhongtang."

Mo Qianlan walked forward leaning on his stick: "The peace talks are in a hurry, and there are inevitably omissions in various matters. The time of the peace talks, deployment, manpower, and maps may all be leaked."

"Yes."

"If it leaks out, it's Wang Yunsheng's disadvantage, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Correct."

"Shiheng, if King Jing and that little Jinlu want to tear themselves apart for this matter, who do you think will win?"

"King Jing."

"King Jing is warlike, which is a good thing for us."

The two entered the middle hall, the smell of medicine permeated every corner, and the golden suanni smoker spit out green smoke, and the sweet aroma quickly fell on Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan sat in the chair, finished drinking a bowl of medicine, still thinking about what to bring to Mo Lingfeng, closed his eyes, slumped down involuntarily, nestled deeply in the chair, and fell asleep soundlessly past.

There was no trace of blood on his face, his lips were also pale in color, the blue veins on his eyelids could be clearly seen, and the green jade staff was about to be released from his hand.

Zhao Shiheng stepped forward to take the jade stick, but Mo Qianlan suddenly woke up, panting heavily as if waking up from a dream, and after a while, he said softly, "Wu Jin is listening at the state school."

"While listening in, doing bookwork at the same time."

Mo Qianlan sat up straight with a heavy heart, and ate a piece of fresh peach unwillingly, suppressing the bitter taste in his mouth: "Let the students of Zhouxue and Tunan College go to Hengshan to dig locust eggs on July [-]th, and pay [-] yuan a day. Baiwen, digging for five days."

He handed the plate of fresh peaches to Zhao Shiheng: "Swords have no eyes, in case Wu Jin can always protect Ah Yao."

Zhao Shiheng casually ate peaches: "Okay."

Digging up locust eggs is a matter of great benefit to the people. In Kuanzhou this year, two materials have not been harvested. All counties are catching locusts, digging up insect eggs and burning them. The yamen is short of manpower. It is a good idea for students to experience the difficulties of people's livelihood and to subsidize their families. good thing.

In addition to the peace talks, the fortress was at a time when there was nothing wrong with it. The students entered the fortress from the pontoon bridge, and then went to Hengshan. This kind of experience is really rare.

The two academies immediately organized themselves, trekking across mountains and rivers ahead of time, and took the students to Hengshan—there was Hengshan Fort on Hengshan, and even today, there are still soldiers in charge, and all food and lodging are available.

Cheng Ting was forcibly sent over by Cheng Taishan, led the big yellow dog up the mountain, and had no intention of seeing how majestic Gaoping Village was, and was so tired that he was out of breath, and both the dog and the person were in great pain.

After entering the Hengshan Fort, Cheng Ting's feet were sore, and before his butt touched the bench, he was driven out to dig insect eggs by the teaching staff, and the pain became even worse.

Digging insect eggs is a hard job. It is more tiring than plowing a field if you have to keep your waist bent and your butt up all the time, digging non-stop.

Cheng Ting followed Wu Jin closely, took a hoe, and went down with a hoe. The clods turned out were full of pale yellow locust eggs, densely packed like maggots, layered on top of each other.

He saw that his scalp was numb, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a fishy smell, his stomach suddenly churned, his internal organs were twisted into one piece, and he vomited when he opened his mouth.

He supported Wu Jin's shoulder with one hand, pressed his heart with the other, retched three or four times, his throat was full of acid water.

"Wu, Wu Jin..." Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that Wu Jin was picking up a hoe again, and hurriedly looked elsewhere, but when he turned his head, he saw that his classmates were sweating profusely, digging up locust eggs everywhere It's all over.

He endured the pain in his heart, grabbed the shovel, and shoveled the eggs into the basket, so that he could carry them to the fort and burn them.

Without changing her face, Wu Jin picked up the fallen eggs and continued to dig with a hoe. Every time the hoe was lowered, many eggs could be turned out.

They didn't return to Hengshan Fort until it was dark. They first shoveled the eggs into the stove and burned them, then washed their hands and ate.

Cheng Ting had no appetite, so he gave Wu Jin all the two noodles in the bowl, and Wu Jin took the bowl and handed his egg to Cheng Ting: "Eat, I will continue digging tomorrow."

While peeling the eggs, Cheng Ting asked others: "When I went to dig the eggs, why didn't I see the people from Tunan Academy?"

The classmate said angrily: "They went to write poems."

"Compose poetry?" Cheng Ting's nose was almost crooked.

They were digging insect eggs with their faces facing the loess soil and their backs facing the sky, braving the scorching heat and enduring nausea, and only now did they have a rough dinner, and Tunan College actually went to compose poetry.

Shameless.

Shameless!
He turned his anger into appetite, ate the egg in two bites, brought back a steamed bun, swallowed it forcefully, his eyes were full of anger, and when the students from Tunan Academy came, he immediately opened fire.

As soon as the students of Tunan Academy came back, they were very disappointed to see the students from the state school sitting there eating and drinking in a mess, and the soles of their shoes were full of dust.

Cheng Ting glanced at the arrogant Wang Jinghua, and immediately said loudly: "Students, I heard that locusts are not only afraid of fire, but also afraid of water, especially acid water. Brother Toad led the little toads to do a lot of sour water." Poetry, the locusts passing by will be killed by acid!"