Yu Jun

There were many officials here, and they all came forward to tease Wu Jin. Qi Chang retreated to the shadow of the eaves, not knowing how to ask Wu Jin for help, his heart beating wildly.

The sound of horse hooves sounded on the street. He followed the sound and saw Mo Lingfeng wearing fresh clothes and an angry horse. He came with his bodyguard and reined the horse in front of Wu Jin.

"Xueshi Wu is as pale as a chrysanthemum, which matches this flower." Mo Lingfeng looked down at the chrysanthemum. "This flower follows the weather and stands proud of the frost branches. It should not wither in the mud."

Wu Jin's eyes moved slightly, and he heard what Mo Lingfeng meant - obey the emperor and don't get stuck in the quagmire.

He smiled slightly and said, "General, you are so complimentary."

The two did not find Qi Chang.

Qi Chang stood in the shadows and watched. In front of him were high-ranking officials running past, vendors carrying burdens running back and forth, horse-drawn carriages rumbling to and fro, and the large pot outside the foot shop was steaming with white steam. Several colors were intertwined together, showing that A colorful and prosperous Kyoto.

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin were also in this color. The golden light of the sun fell on Mo Lingfeng's golden necklace, and the dark patterns on the purple gown on her body also shimmered, as if the sunlight was flowing on her clothes.

Wu Jin raised his head to look at Mo Lingfeng on the horse, the light in his eyes was burning.

He was the only one huddled in the shadows, looking ashen as a pitiful creature.

Suddenly there was a surge of anger in his heart.

She, he, do they know the sacrifices they have made?
Does Zhao Shiheng, who is buried underground, know what he has to give up because of his words?

His life or death is uncertain!
Everything he had was in vain!

He is going to be a beggar!
they do not know!
He's standing right here and they can't even see him!
Anger turned into resentment, eroding him and engulfing him. He couldn't help but think of his own hardships - in his life, he had always had to work hard to get what others could easily get!
However, it was lost in an instant.

Mo Lingfeng's wealth and power, and Wu Jin's calmness and gentleness, will not be shaken in the slightest by his choices.

He hated the fight between the King of Wei and the Crown Prince, he hated Mo Lingfeng for being greedy, he had become extremely rich, and he wanted to have military power, which got him into trouble. He hated that he was not Wu Jin, but he could still stand upright in front of these huge and powerful powers. .

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin didn't know when to disperse on the street. The colorful scene just now seemed to be a flash in the pan, and everything in front of him became cold again.

His breath also trembled, and he was crying. He raised his head and took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes, and Zhao Shiheng's laughter could be heard in his ears - the laughter was arrogant and careless, as if he could penetrate human nature and see the future.

His steadfastness in holding on to integrity and righteousness last night quietly dissipated, and the beggars' eyes fell on him. They were hollow and lifeless, enough to make him shudder.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind - his sacrifice was insignificant to the Mo family, and his betrayal was equally insignificant to the Mo family.

He is not a villain, he is just forced to survive in order to survive.

Thinking of this, his heavy steps suddenly became brisk, and a layer of sweat broke out on his body. When his feet stepped on the ground, it was like stepping on clouds, and his whole body became erratic.

He turned to look at the man carrying the fish: "I want to see the prince."

The shadow lengthened behind him, starting from the heel, becoming wide, and after swelling, became extremely thin, like a sharp blade with sharp ends, stabbing both others and himself.

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Tonight at three o'clock in the morning, Heshan Zhengdian, Jiazi Pavilion."

Qi Chang nodded and took notes, and his physical sensations became clear. Headache, swollen eyes, hoarse throat, burning breath, and limp limbs were symptoms of a cold.

Dragging his heavy sick body, he went to the Hanlin Academy to ask for leave, and then hired a sedan to go back. He sat at home and drank a cup of hot tea. Even though he was ill, he still felt comfortable.

The servant took out the medicine he had taken the day before and boiled it. Qi Chang drank it once and stayed in bed until Shen Shi. When he woke up, his illness was mostly cured.

He sat up, sighing secretly that he had a bad life, pulled on his shoes and changed clothes, drank another bowl of medicine, grimaced in pain, straightened his clothes, and headed to Shanhe Main Store.The waiter led him to the A-shaped pavilion. There were two people guarding the pavilion. They took a look at Qi Chang before opening the door and letting him in.

There was another person in the pavilion, it was Wang Jinghua.

Wang Jinghua looked at him and frowned: "Did you go the wrong way?"

Then he realized that Qi Chang could not have gone wrong, and was shocked: "Are you from King Wei?"

After being surprised, he clicked his tongue twice: "Oh, white-eyed wolf."

Qi Chang's expression changed and he murmured: "I didn't, I just wanted to survive."

Then he quickly walked up to Wang Jinghua and slapped Wang Jinghua without any warning.

With a crisp sound, he felt a burst of joy in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at his own slap, thinking: "How dare you bully me?"

Wang Jinghua covered his face, became furious, and cursed: "You dare to hit me, you are a beggar?"

He stood up, intending to fight back, but saw Qi Chang's eyes were sinister, and his expression was terrifying. After a pause, Qi Chang grabbed his lapel, pushed him back into the chair, raised his hand and slapped him again.

In order to survive, he endured humiliation and made great sacrifices. How could he be humiliated by a white body?
"Who's the beggar?"

"you die……"

Another slap in the face, Qi Chang pressed Wang Jinghua firmly: "Who is the beggar?"

"you!"

After receiving another slap, Qi Chang asked again: "Who is the beggar?"

Wang Jinghua whimpered and changed his tone: "It's me, it's my head office."

Qi Chang let go of him and straightened up, with his waist straight and feeling proud and proud as never before.

When the King of Wei arrived, Qi Chang and Wang Jinghua each took their places and drank tea. Wang Jinghua's left cheek was red and swollen, and his pout could hang a copper pot. The two stood up to greet the King of Wei. Wang Jinghua swallowed his complaints while looking at the King of Wei. Went back.

Now he is very good at observing words and expressions. King Wei is not his father, so it is useless to complain.

King Wei glanced at Qi Chang and saw that his expression was different from before, so he secretly thought that this man was indeed a Zhongshan wolf, a ruthless beast.

He sneered in his heart and took the first seat: "You two are from the same hometown and we are familiar with each other. Unfortunately, we have important things to do today and we can't drink. Otherwise, it will all come to light."

He reached out to Shujing, who immediately took out a piece of bamboo paper and gave it to King Wei.

The king of Wei put the bamboo paper on the table and showed it to the two of them: "This is probably what happened in Kuanzhou."

Just as Wang Jinghua was about to reach out, he saw Qi Chang glance over and cursed in his heart, but he still retracted his hand. Qi Chang took the paper and looked at it carefully, and saw that it read:

"On July 25, the [-]th year of Yuan Zhang, the peace talks with Jin Lu failed.

On August 28, the 26th year of Yuan Zhang, Qin Fang was ordered to be killed. "

After reading it, he put the paper back on the table. Wang Jinghua quickly took it in his hand and looked at it. After reading it, his expression suddenly darkened - Qin Fang's death was the beginning of his father's downfall. Although his father was not convicted of murder However, in the end, his family was ruined and his family was destroyed.