Yu Jun

When Wu Jin walked into the second hall, the sky and the earth were already completely white. The servant lifted up the heavy wind curtain, and a warm wind with a rich fragrance blew into his face. His hands that were frozen outside instantly became numb and hot, and his eyes were filled with tears. It was so hot that I couldn't open my eyes open, and for a while I couldn't even breathe.

It's too warm.

He stabilized his body and looked forward. Mo Qianlan was sitting in the Grand Master's chair in the middle. His hair was disheveled and there were several long needles on his head. His clothes were layered on top of each other. His chest was open and there were also silver needles on it, and there were large pieces on it. The red mark was particularly glaring, as if it had been scratched hard by something hard.

Li Yitie was only wearing a single piece of clothing, and his head was covered with sweat from the heat. He turned to look at Wu Jin, immediately walked up to him, grabbed his wrist, looked at it carefully, then helped him take off the crane cloak, and pinched the white round Seeing that the long gown with straight collar and sleeves was not too thick, he said: "Yin Bei, Wu Tong is judged not to be able to sweat. Get him a light and soft towel."

Yin Bei left in response. Mo Qianlan raised his tired eyelids and saw that Wu Jin was meticulous and saluted him as an elder, and said: "Don't be too polite, just sit down."

Li Yitie took Wu Jin to the last seat, away from the charcoal basin. He reached out and touched the back of Wu Jin's neck. It was dry and warm, which was just right. Then he said with relief: "Have you drunk the medicine?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Drink, thank you for your consideration."

"I'm afraid of damaging the sign." Li Yitie walked back to Mo Qianlan, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

When the carved incense has been burned, the small copper ball hanging on the incense stick falls and makes a "dong" sound.

He stretched out his hand to pull out the needle, and a servant came in with the medicine and delivered it to Mo Qianlan. Mo Qianlan drank it slowly, wiped the medicine stains from his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed twice: "You go ahead."

He ordered his servants to serve tea, and the servants packed up the medicine bowls and left. Li Yitie put on a fox fur and a mink hat, picked up the medicine box, glanced at the two patients who were working hard, sighed silently, and left the matter. place.

Mo Qianlan put one elbow on the armrest of the chair, calmed down, and looked at Wu Jin carefully.

He saw that Wu Jin was ill, and his upright posture remained unchanged, his courteous expression remained unchanged, and his clear eyes remained unchanged. His mind began with the meaning of nature, followed the way of beauty, and was in harmony with the benefits of things, and was in harmony with all things. Yang, very good.

He smiled: "Wu Tongpan doesn't have to sit so upright. I have nothing else to do today. I just want to clear up your doubts."

Wu Jin said: "Please tell me about the fire in the prefectural government office, which killed 30 government officials and 28 people in the nursing home."

The servants brought tea, and Mo Qianlan took a sip of his life-extending ginseng tea and avoided talking about it: "I am guilty of Huai Bi, and you are guilty of Huai Min. But when I was your age, I don’t have the courage to burn the boat.”

Wu Jin faintly heard the sound of a xun, coming from a distance. He was distracted for a moment, then put his mind back: "For people who are unkind, too much courage is a bad thing."

Mo Qianlan also heard the sound of the xun, looked out the window, then turned to look at Wu Jin, and changed his words: "Kingto is not an easy place for you, not just Kyoto, if there is no Mingjun, no matter where you are an official , it’s all very difficult.”

Wu Jin asked: "The wise king in your heart is the prince or the king of Wei? Or is it someone else?"

With this shocking question, there is a thrilling answer.

Mo Qianlan's words had profound meaning: "Those who trust you are Mingjun."

He stretched out his hand to stir up a candied fruit: "Once a man becomes a king, above ten thousand people, his eyes and ears will inevitably be blocked. He will also listen to the words of treacherous villains, and what is clear will become unclear. Only one person who treats each other sincerely and unswervingly will be a gentleman." Only with our hearts can we support each other.”

Wu Jin said: "It's earth-shaking, easier said than done."

Not only did they rise up, but also because Mo Lingfeng was a woman.

"It's not easy, and I don't have the energy to do it anymore." Mo Qianlan picked up the candied fruit and soaked it into the bitter ginseng tea. "We can only use thunder to control the King of Wei, and through peace talks, we can finally defeat him." born."

He saw the dusty edges of Wu Jin's shoes: "You came here from the Yamen of the Prefecture. I know that you feel sad and angry for those people who died in vain, just like the time in Guanyi, but you have to understand that continuing to delay will only make things worse." The country is in trouble both internally and externally, and a sharp sword can cut through the mess, but there will always be someone who wants to kill someone with the sword."

"Those people are human beings, too."

"Yes, I will go to hell to receive my retribution. I will also pay a huge price to keep the border peaceful for ten years while protecting the Mo family."

Wu Jin didn't give him any time to think: "What price?" Mo Qianlan told the truth: "During the peace talks, as long as Jin Lu gives the owner of the Mo family Kuanzhou and the wealth of ten states in the oath, I will give it to him."

Wu Jin said: "I don't believe you."

Mo Qianlan drank half a cup of tea: "My death date is only a few days away."

The room suddenly became quiet.

The heavy snow is flying, the cold wind is blowing, the charcoal fire is scorching, and the heaven and earth are silent.

Wu Jin Yi Zheng, thousands of doubts stopped in his chest, staring at Mo Qianlan's face, he couldn't believe it, but he had expected it.

Because this day will come sooner or later.

He picked up the teacup and saw ripples in the teacup in the dense heat, only then did he realize that he had shed tears.

Even though Mo Qianlan's sins were monstrous, his hands were full of blood, and he was a hellish Shura, he still shed tears for him.

Mo Qianlan's life of turmoil, rare joy, and pain for most of his life have all come to an end.

At the same time, his doubts were cleared.

Why did Mo Qianlan take action only after learning about his death remonstrance on the second day of October?

Because he is the person Mo Qianlan is looking for to support him.

He remembered the night when he met Mo Lingfeng for the first time, the colorful lights of Yuhua Street, the melodious sounds, and the drunkenness. A little girl sat on his brother's shoulder and glanced at him with a pair of precocious eyes, seeing through his hardship and embarrassment. Let the things between them shatter silently.

It turns out that the throbbing really only lasts for a moment.

Her beloved brother was dying, and he could not and would not abandon her.

And for the third time, he became an unforgivable conspirator - don't care about the fire in the state government office, don't care about the imprisonment of King Wei, don't participate in the peace talks, close your eyes, shut your mouth, don't look at those people who died in vain .

There will be a fourth, fifth, and countless times in the future.

There was a taste of rust in his throat. He coughed and swallowed the blood, suppressing the sharp pain in his abdomen.

Mo Qianlan stood up, holding the jade staff, and walked to Wu Jin: "I will ask Liu Boyu to go to Jinlu to deliver the message. People who walk in the dark have their own uses. If you still don't believe it, you can wait here."

He stretched out his hand to touch Wu Jin's heart: "I have said what I said, so do you treat Ah Shu sincerely and unswervingly? Can I entrust her to you?"

His breath was swallowed bit by bit along with the sound. It was dark and hoarse. It was the lingering sound at the end of the song. He was trembling and holding a breath, not wanting to cut off or leave the scene.

However, things are not up to people.

Wu Jin's chest was so congested that Mo Qianlan's eyes looked into his heart and he nodded: "Yes."

He pushed away Mo Qianlan's cold and heavy hand: "But I am not Mr. Zhao."

"I know," Mo Qianlan let go of his hand, walked back slowly and sat down, "I know that to subvert the world, you need to kill, to gather people's hearts, you need benevolence. In this regard, you are better than Shiheng, and the people will do the same. Blessed because of you.”

He manipulated Wu Jin as calmly as he manipulated anyone in the game. (End of chapter)