Yu Jun

Mo Qianlan walked out, took out the porcelain bottle as he walked, poured out a large handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed them whole, but when he still felt they were not enough, he poured another handful and swallowed them.

It wasn't until he had eaten the entire bottle of pills that he felt relieved.

Throwing away the porcelain bottle, he continued to move forward, leaving the past behind him with every step he took.

Returning to the central tent, Nomad Qing stood outside. When he saw Mo Qianlan, he immediately bowed his hands and looked back. Before he could wonder where Mo Lingfeng was, Mo Qianlan coughed and said, "General, you are not feeling well. You need to take a rest." You lead the troops and follow me for peace talks."

Nomad Qing nodded: "Yes, I will make arrangements for this later."

He was chosen by Mo Qianlan. In his eyes, the Mo brothers and sisters were one, no matter who they were.

The others had already received military orders from Mo Lingfeng. Although Nomad Qing and Yin Nan could not control the soldiers like arms, they could still mobilize them.

The soldier opened the door and invited Mo Qianlan to come in. He strode slowly. The moment he saw the King of Wei, his withered eyes shot out a quenching light, like a new orchid osmanthus hair or a jade mountain recast, with his hands folded in his sleeves. , although he has never held a sword, he can make the world flow with blood.

He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, the time has come, please."

King Wei's body was heavy and he supported the armrests of the chair with both hands before he reluctantly stood up. He glanced at Mo Qianlan and became more and more frightened. After going out, he couldn't help but look towards the direction of Kuanzhou City, hoping that some strange soldiers would save his life.

Among the officials in Kuanzhou City who were not afraid of death, there was only one Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was sitting in front of the desk in the study room of Tongxuan Mansion, reading the passage from "The Legend of Gongyang" that he had copied, "In the fourth year of Duke Zhuang, Jihou Da left his country."

Since returning home after reading this book in Cheng Mansion on the [-]th, he has been silently reading this section.

This article solved all his doubts and revealed the lies beneath Mo Qianlan's truth.

The terminally ill Mo Qianlan, the noble son of King Jin, Mo Lingfeng who is the only one who can mobilize the Mo family's army, the puppet-like King Wei, and Huang Yiren who escaped, are all indispensable in this catastrophe. The missing link.

Otherwise, even if Huang Yiren is very capable, he still cannot escape Mo Qianlan's trap.

Everyone is a chess piece on the chessboard, moving according to Mo Qianlan's wishes.

After Wu Jin understood everything, he locked himself in the second hall's study and took care of his own legs - Mo Qianlan didn't want him to disrupt the situation, so he stopped seeing him from the eighth day of the lunar month.

At this time, his hands and feet were cold while he was sitting. He rubbed his hands for a moment and then stood up to add some charcoal.

He picked up the chopsticks and heated up the charcoal fire. He took a stool and sat beside the charcoal fire. He put his hands on the fire to bake. His hands were no longer cold. He was about to get up to write when there was a knock on the door: "Brother, the medicine is ready." ."

Wu Jin hid the expression on her face, walked back to the case, and covered her handwriting: "Come in."

The door creaked open, and Wu Yi walked in cautiously, holding a plate and a medicine bowl.

Since the breakup of their relationship, he had to put away all his little thoughts and circle around Wu Jin cautiously and diligently, not daring to do anything wrong again.

Wu Jin took the medicine bowl, drank it in one gulp, and put it aside. Wu Yi quickly said, "My mother asked you to eat this mutton cake."

Wu Jin nodded, finished eating slowly, and rinsed his mouth with tea. Official Cao came to ask questions again, so Wu Yi quickly walked out with the tray.

In the temporary absence of the magistrate, the militia, Qiangu and other official affairs are all supervised and carried out by the deputy general magistrate.

The sunlight outside was already dazzling, coming in from the door and window, and the dust was flying like gold dust. Zhang Caoguan had already heard about Wu Jin's reputation for being unkind when he was the judge, and he had no time to sigh that it was a sunny day. The money-making accounts were handed over to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin opened it and took a closer look, and saw that the name and color on it were detailed, including the property exploration money, tea and salt interest money, the boss's money, the remaining money from the reduction, the money from selling wine, and the rent money from the building management shop, which added up to nearly Forty species, far more than other states.

After reading it, he picked up a pen and ticked off a dozen items such as "seed money", "fire money", and "sweeping money".Zhang Caoguan saw that he had crossed out so many words in a row and said anxiously: "Wu Tongpan, it's not that the lower official made a clever name. In fact, the imperial court has a permanent quota. Due to the large military needs of this state, the permanent quota is higher than that of other states. Only in this way can one ascend to the throne." Forehead."

Wu Jin waved his hand and concentrated on writing "We will leave for the trip in the autumn." He stood up and walked to Zhang Caoguan and handed over the account book: "It doesn't matter if you don't get the quota."

Zhang Caoguan was stunned for a moment: "If you don't get the honor, Your Majesty will definitely punish you and your future..."

When he said this, his heart thumped and he shut his mouth suddenly.

Wu Jin had no future at all.

He fell from the highest place and survived by chance from the imperial staff. He would never climb higher again, and would only fall endlessly.

There was no incense in the room, but the clean scent of soap came from Wu Jin's body. A pot of camellias fell heavily on him, and also on the account book.

Zhang Caoguan lowered his head and looked at the line of words written by Wu Jin. His posture was regular and calm, his writing was rigorous and sharp, and he was meticulous. It was obviously regular script, but it showed extraordinary strength and courage.

The unpretentious paper and pen, the fearlessness written between the lines, and the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes ticked off every stroke, actually gave rise to an aura of peace and stability.

"I'll take care of it now." Zhang Caoguan decided in his mind and left with the account book.

There was only one person left in the room again. Wu Jin sat alone in the sun, closed his eyes and rested, and fell asleep at some point.

In the haze, the surroundings turned into a dead silence. He heard blood gurgling from the ground, floating on the bluestone, flowing out in all directions. He wanted to get up and walk out to the fortress, but his legs were nailed , unable to move.

He watched helplessly as he was drowned in blood, descended into hell, and finally woke up in shock as he was suffocated.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was still bright, the ground was clean, the coals were blazing, and nothing had changed.

He took out the books he copied from the pile on the desk and burned them in the fire until they turned into ashes. Then he looked at Wu Yi who came to deliver the charcoal: "What time is it?"

Wu Yi thought for a while: "It's almost halfway through Chen time."

Wu Jin walked to the door and looked in the direction of the fortress: "The peace talks have begun."

Outside Gaoping Village, the sun was already shining, falling unobstructed on the withered grass and gravel. Soldiers from the Jin and Mozambique sides stood across the road, their flags rolling in the cold wind, and a little golden light condensed on the tip of the gun, making it dazzling.

Soldiers guarded a small dome house. The guards and entourage brought by the prince and civil servants quietly entered and exited the dome house, delivering refreshments. In the dome house, the King of Wei and the prince of Jin sat opposite each other.

The little prince is young, less than nine years old, and thin. The four guards behind him are always there, and they are heavily guarded. If there is a slight movement on the opposite side, the four people with eight eyes will look over.

Hou Fuzhong's mouth was dry due to the quarrel. He took a sip of tea and held back his anger: "With Sanchuan Village and Hengshan as the boundary, both sides will withdraw their troops. This is our bottom line. It is really difficult to give in to each other."

The man on the other side sneered: "If Sanchuan Village is used as the boundary, we will not ask both sides to withdraw their troops, but ask us to make a unilateral concession. You need to be sincere."

"If you don't withdraw your troops, we can still expel you from the border. Since we are negotiating for peace, you should show sincerity instead of just asking for it!"

"Our sincerity is to sit here. The city boundary was conquered by us. Everything must be business as usual!"

"Take Sanchuan Village as the boundary!"

"Take Gaoping Village as the boundary!"