Yu Jun

King Wei stayed alone in the front hall, entered the compartment under tight security, and sat in an armchair, with blood rushing in his heart.

Fifteenth.

Once Mo Qianlan achieves his goal, his puppet prince will definitely die.

He had seven days left to live.

The chair was very hard and uncomfortable. He got up and walked to the couch to sit down. The couch was also an old thing, without pillows and mattresses. Although it was expensive, it was not comfortable.

He could no longer feel disgust, so he rested his elbows on his legs, covered his face with his palms, and trembled uncontrollably.

How to survive?
Who was the first-class guard who escaped?
It must be Huang Yiren!
He rubbed his face vigorously with his palms, stood up and walked around the room.

It would be difficult for Huang Yiren to rescue him alone under Mo Qianlan's tight security. The only possible chance would be on the [-]th to take advantage of Mo Qianlan's confusion to escape from Kuanzhou.

But how to know Mo Qianlan's plan on the [-]th?

How to deliver the news to Huang Yiren who is unable to protect himself?
A creaking sound came from the door, interrupting his thoughts, and he yelled irritably: "Get out!"

The visitor ignored him, carried the food box, placed it on the table, opened the lid, and offered breakfast.

King Wei looked over and realized that it was Qi Chang who had appeared on the stage.

He saw that he was gray and brown, dressed like a servant, pretending to be deaf and mute like everyone else in the yard, and sneered: "You can survive anywhere with your cheap bones!"

Qi Chang said nothing. After placing the food, he stood aside and said, "Please have a meal, Your Majesty."

The King of Wei was frightened all night. When he was lying on the bed, he didn't even know whether he was asleep or not. At this time, he had no appetite at all.

Sitting at the table, he took the Japonica rice porridge and took two mouthfuls. Then he couldn't eat any more. He picked up the spoon, leaned back on the chair, put his hands on his legs, and pinched a few tangerine peel inner golden pills in the purse at his waist.

He closed his eyes, feeling like he had no way out.

Hunger and fullness, warmth and cold, excitement and exhaustion all coexisted in his body. His forehead was swollen and painful, but his heart was still beating violently, unwilling to sit still and wait for death.

Qi Chang stood aside. After not seeing him move his chopsticks for a long time, he stepped forward and bent over to clean it up.

As soon as he bent down, King Wei's head suddenly tilted back, trying to get further away from Qi Chang.

Qi Chang is not only a villain, but also the filthiest and despicable mouse. He spends his whole life cocooned in his own mouse hole.

Such a villain needs to be guarded more than a killer holding a sword.

After a moment, a thought suddenly flashed through King Wei's mind, and he stared at Qi Chang, but the next moment, he looked away.

Qi Chang cannot be used.

Mo Qianlan left Qi Chang behind, perhaps as a bait for him.

He opened his eyes again and stared at Qi Chang. Blood began to rush in his body, and his ears sounded like thunder. Qi Chang in his eyes suddenly had a green face and fangs, and he would betray him in the next moment.

But he had no other choice, he had to take the risk, otherwise he would have to sit here and wait to die.

It's death anyway, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Furthermore, Huang Yiren is still here. As long as he can communicate with Huang Yiren, there is hope to turn things around.

He suddenly said: "Put it down, I'm hungry."

Qi Chang paused, and then took out the things one by one.

King Wei didn't move and asked, "Is it snowing?"

Qi Chang turned to look at the window, which reflected the shadow of snow, and nodded numbly.

The snow rustled down, and the sound was soothing. King Wei picked up a thin stuffed bun and ate it while walking. He ate absentmindedly and walked hesitantly.

When passing by Qi Chang, he threw away the bun and suddenly took action, knocking Qi Chang down. At the same time, he stuffed a tangerine peel golden pill into his mouth when he was about to scream, and then covered his mouth tightly.

The back of Qi Chang's head fell to the ground with a "bang". Suddenly, the world was spinning, stars were shining in his eyes, and the contents of his mouth slid into his throat. The taste was bitter, as if it was medicine.The guard outside the door quickly opened the door, and Feng Xue rushed in following his gaze: "Your Majesty, what happened?"

King Wei forced Qi Chang to stand up: "It's okay, he fell down."

The guard's eyes rolled around Qi Chang, then turned back with an expressionless face, and closed the door with a "snap".

Qi Chang got up, opened his mouth wide, put the fingers of his right hand into his mouth, and pressed it into his throat. After bursts of retching, his eyes were red like a trapped animal.

"What did you feed me?" he growled at the top of his voice, "What was it?"

Because King Wei had no confidence, he was extra bluffing and sat back in his chair. He said coldly: "You have a good life. You can take the palace's secret medicine. You can live a despicable life but die a noble life."

Qi Chang couldn't recall the taste in his mouth, and he couldn't convince himself that King Wei had given him a candy, and he was so angry that he went crazy.

He couldn't help but go crazy.

Why wouldn't these people let him go?
"Your Majesty... don't scare me, please. I'm just a servant now. I'm of no use to you. The uncle is very wary of me. I can't help you. You can find someone else. Li Yitie - you Just say you don't feel well and come to check your pulse. I trust him very much... If you are afraid that his medical skills are too good, then there is-"

He thought hard to come up with a suitable candidate for King Wei.

King Wei sat up straight: "Can his medical skills be better than those of the imperial doctors? Besides, no one else is as afraid of death as you."

Qi Chang's resentment suddenly stopped.

King Wei sneered: "Do you dare to bet whether what you took is poison? We will find out in three days."

When he looked at Qi Chang, he felt ridiculous himself. A trapped beast was driving a mouse with a clumsy plan.

And Qi Chang is more like his nemesis, not his savior at all.

Qi Chang stood silently, blinking and thinking of Mo Qianlan.

Maybe he could tell Mo Qianlan about King Wei's words and deeds to show his loyalty.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want to know what Mo Qianlan is going to do during the peace talks on the [-]th, and then spread the news. There are people from Wude Division outside."

Qi Chang thought of the escaped guard: "Where is the antidote?"

"The people from Wude will give it to you."

Qi Chang nodded, put away the food on the table again, carried the food box, walked to the door, opened the door with one hand, and shivered in the biting wind.

When Wu Jin came out of the ruins, the snow was falling. Yin Bei held an oil-paper umbrella, bowed and followed Wu Jin forward.

There was already a thin layer of snow on the ground. Wu Jin held up the hem of his clothes and stepped on a series of black footprints.

A copper brazier was placed outside the ruins, and the workers were tearing paper money into it. Burnt, unrecognizable corpses were placed in a row, like black coals.

The cries were heartbreaking and shocked the world. The paper money and ashes fell onto Wu Jin's sleeves. He stretched out his hand to dust them off, as if dusting off a life.

The ashes still left a black mark on his sleeve. It was so insignificant that no one else would notice it, but it was glaring to him, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

He followed Yin Bei to the main entrance of Mo Mansion. When he looked up, he saw that the plaque had been changed from Jiedushi Mansion to General Mansion, but the appearance of the mansion had not changed at all. It was still a Yama Hall.

Yin Bei stretched out his hand forward: "Master Wu, please."

Wu Jin did not move. He looked at the gantry style used on the plaque and asked, "Is this the calligraphy of your uncle?"

Yin Bei nodded: "Yes, the uncle mentioned it himself."

The five words "Guide General Di" are full of ups and downs, and they are extremely in control of the situation, like drawing sand with a cone, like a new blade emerging from the ridge, like a phoenix that does not fall down, and the claws of the sentence are in the teeth.

fierce.

Be brave and crown the world.