Yu Jun

When mentioning Zhao Shiheng, Mo Qianlan looked nostalgic. He let go of his hand on Qi Chang's shoulder and looked him up and down, trying to find traces of Zhao Shiheng on him.

But no, this face and this person were cowardly and disgusting to him.

He sneered: "So, you are affectionate and righteous?"

"Being a disciple of Mr. Zhao is like being a son," Qi Chang said sincerely. "Sir, I am loyal to you, and I am the same. Although I do unjust things, I still have righteousness in my heart."

Mo Qianlan bowed slightly, put his head close to Qi Chang's bowed head, and said softly: "But Wu Jin is also kind to you, why don't you miss him even half of the time?"

Qi Chang instantly smelled the strong smell on his body, the smell of medicine, agarwood, and blood, all intertwined together, making him subconsciously want to retreat, but he suppressed this guilty behavior and remained motionless, trembling: "I feel the kindness of Wu Jin. , It’s just that the Mo family has the virtue of rebirth for me, I... I’m sorry for Wu Jin.”

Mo Qianlan slowly raised his head, stepped back, turned to look at a lone goose on the screen, suddenly turned back and said sternly: "Lie!"

He walked up to Qi Chang again, raised his hand and put it on his shoulder: "You won't survive if you lie."

Qi Chang raised his head in panic and saw Mo Qianlan's eyes as lifeless as tombstones, and his heart skipped a beat.

Mo Qianlan's hands were still weak, but he felt like they were made of paper. As soon as he patted them, he fell down and couldn't get up no matter how hard he climbed up.

"Yes...I lied. I lied. I don't value justice at all. The reason why Mr. kept me is actually because I am a villain and will definitely hinder Wu Jin's future...I, I am a villain...but also As you wish sir."

He felt guilty and tried to excuse himself, speaking half-truths and half-falsehoods, begging for mercy and sweating profusely, hoping to escape from Mo Qianlan.

He is afraid of death, and the more afraid he is, the more he wants to live.

"Sir, please spare my life. For the sake of Mr. Zhao, please spare my life! Mr. Zhao really taught me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pass the Tongjinshi examination. I am his closed disciple!"

"In this life, I will be a cow and a horse for you, and you will be a cow and a horse for the general, and I will be the same in the next life, and the next life after that!"

His forehead hit the ground with a crisp sound. Mo Qianlan stared at him for a long time and smiled coldly: "For Shiheng's sake, spare your life."

Qi Chang raised his head in shock, and then prostrated himself ecstatically: "Thank you, uncle, for not killing me! Thank you, uncle, for not killing me!"

King Wei sat on the cold ground, watching Qi Chang burst into tears, bowing his head in a posture that could be lowered into the dust. He opened his mouth and tried to say a few undignified words, but he couldn't. At the same time, he also thought that begging for mercy would be useless. No help.

Mo Qianlan, who was as evil as a ghost, would not change his mind just because he cried.

Maybe he didn't intend to kill Qi Chang in the first place - maybe because of Mr. So-and-so, maybe because he was still useful.

King Wei was confused in his thoughts, wondering if it was his turn, and stared at Mo Qianlan nervously.

Mo Qianlan sat back and gave orders to Yin Bei: "Send Tan Zhizhou to the water and leave his body intact."

"Yes," Yin Beidao said, "A first-class guard ran away."

Mo Qianlan then looked at King Wei and said, "Guard the east and south gates and prevent him from escaping back to the capital. Search and arrest him in the city."

Yin Bei responded, bent down and grabbed one of Tan Xuan's feet, dragged him out, threw him to the door, and asked someone to come and drag him away.

Mo Qianlan said: "Pour in the oil."

King Wei woke up from his dream and stood up with his hands on the ground: "You want to burn me to death?"

The sound of oil being splashed on the ground was particularly clear in the night. The pungent smell of raw tung oil overwhelmed the smell of blood and filled the inside and outside.

Mo Qianlan shook his head, coughed for a while, stood up and walked towards him, grabbing his arm: "There was a fire in Zhizhou's government office. Tan Zhizhou was anxious to avoid the fire and drowned in the pool. The guards tried their best to rescue the prince. The prince took refuge in Mo Mansion and ordered the officials from various states to go to Mo Mansion. Greetings." Although King Wei's hands and feet were cold, there was still a hint of heat in his body. When Mo Qianlan's hand grabbed him, he shivered due to the coldness of his hand.

Mo Qianlan pushed him out: "At that time, please also ask the prince to give an order to send a message to Jinlu, and we will discuss peace at the foot of Hengshan Mountain on the [-]th."

King Wei stepped on the water stain left by Tan Xuan. He couldn't help but look down at his bare feet, and saw Mo Qianlan's shadow, long and sharp, like a thread, tied to his body.

He became Mo Qianlan's shadow puppet.

He was extremely frightened and followed Mo Qianlan outside in a panic. Tung oil was splashed on all sides and corpses were lying on all sides. The blood was about to solidify in the cold night. When he stepped on it, the sticky blood rushed out. It gushed out from between his toes, making him almost want to vomit.

The "royal guards" surrounded him, leaving him with no way to escape.

Peace talks - he wanted peace talks.

Why does Mo Qianlan want to use the peace talks?
Qi Chang followed behind with a low eyebrow. There was blood on his shoes. He stepped on them. He was not as afraid as King Wei - as long as it is not his own blood, other people's blood does not matter.

A group of people walked out of the inner office. Yin Bei took out the fire starter, opened the cover, and threw it to the ground. The fire starter bounced on the ground a few times. As it rolled, sparks began to appear from the fire starter inside.

Immediately afterwards, a small piece of ground burned, and you could see the flickering blue flame inside. In the blink of an eye, the fire spread rapidly. With a "boom", the flames shot up into the sky and quickly swallowed the Zhizhou Mansion Office, licking it. Drop everything.

All sin is annihilated in it.

King Wei boarded the carriage under restraint, and Mo Qianlan went with him, leaving only an injured "guard" waiting for the state officials who came after hearing the news. The carriage drove to Mo Mansion and stopped at the main entrance.

Yin Bei helped Mo Qianlan out of the carriage, and King Wei climbed down. There were four lanterns hanging in front of the gate. He glanced at the plaque hanging under the eaves, and saw the black lacquer bottom, gold characters, flying dragons and phoenixes, and the edge of the book was drawn out. Five words: "General Guide".

Mo Qianlan looked back and said, "Your Majesty, please."

King Wei followed his footsteps and climbed up the stairs. As soon as he entered Mo's mansion, he saw the front hall was brightly lit, illuminating the citron trees and other things in the corridor. It was dull and old.

The beams were dust-free and the ground was spotless, but lifeless. Mo Qianlan's relaxation at this moment was like a dead man returning to his grave.

An old woman was standing in front of the hall with her servant. After he saw it clearly, he was so shocked that he almost rolled down the stone steps.

The old woman was horribly old, with silver hair and scars all over her face. The skin that should have been loose was wrinkled and smooth, and her eyes were sunk in large scars.

Mo Qianlan took the jade staff from the nanny's hand and rested her whole body on the jade staff. The light in her eyes dispersed, and the anger on her face also dissipated.

Yin Bei firmly held his arm, took the medicine bowl from the nanny, and fed it to Mo Qianlan's mouth. Mo Qianlan drank it all in one gulp and looked at King Wei: "Your Majesty lives here."

He wanted to say a few more words, but his strength failed him. He leaned on Yin Bei and only said the word "study" before closing his eyes and losing his voice.

Yin Bei picked up Mo Qianlan and rushed to the study. Only two outsiders, King Wei and Qi Chang, were left in the front hall.

They looked at the nuns, guards, and servants who stayed in the front hall, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, standing everywhere like clay and wood sculptures, but the house seemed to come to life, with ferocious spine beasts, bells and whistles, and doors and windows whimpering. As if to blend them into this cemetery.

They shuddered in unison.

It turns out that the Mo family, under constant suppression by the imperial power, has become like this.

(End of this chapter)