Yu Jun

When Yin Bei saw Wu Jin, it was already snowing heavily outside the house.

After Wu Jin heard the whole story, he didn't look surprised. He nodded calmly, got up and left, with Yin Bei following hurriedly behind him.

As they walked, Wu Jin asked, "Has Li Yitie gone?"

"I'm going, do you want to block the news?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "No, don't control the delivery shop. Let all the news get out. The more chaotic the better, is there anyone left alive?"

"Yes, the transit envoy Hou Fu was injured."

"Let him live and take the bones back to the city. The noise should be huge and there is no need to cover up. The coffin of the King of Wei will be sent to the Marquis Mansion. The memorial will be written in the Hou Fu and go to the capital with the coffin and coffin of the King of Wei."

The death of Mo Qianlan will make people mistakenly think that Kuanzhou has lost its control, and countless news will be delivered to the emperor as quickly as possible through express delivery.

Can the emperor withstand such a huge change?
There is no peace at the border, no peace for the people, and no peace for the country. Great changes.

It is difficult for the eyes of the world to see that Mo Qianlan is the initiator. Among the fierce rumors, some people will attribute it to the fight for the crown prince, some people will attribute it to Mo Qianlan's collaboration with the enemy, and some people will attribute it to Huang Yiren's meticulous work.

The more information there is, the harder it is for people to discover the truth. Only when the big thing is settled will someone wake up and realize that everyone has been in the game since Mo Qianlan "awakened".

Mo Qianlan left no stone unturned, turning helpless death into a weapon that could threaten the world, paving a bloody path for Mo Lingfeng.

Before the two of them walked out of the courtyard, Wu's mother came from the verandah with medicine and a hot steamed cake in her arms. She didn't hold an umbrella and said in surprise: "Boss, why don't you hold an umbrella?"

She put down the tray, hurriedly came out of the corridor, dragged Wu Jin to the corridor, and slapped the snow flakes on his body hard: "Want to go out? Drink the medicine first, and I will get you some clothes."

Wu Jin picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He seemed calm, but in fact there were countless emotions tumbling in his chest, and he could no longer remember the cold and pain.

Wu's mother came out quickly and gave Wu Jin a crane cloak and Yin Bei an oil-paper umbrella. She recognized Yin Bei, a member of the Mo family.

She felt that her son was about to embark on a road of no return, but she said nothing and did not take out the steamed cakes to Wu Jin.

There was snow and wind on the road, so we couldn't eat it. It was already cold when we took it to Mo's house, so there was no need to take it out.

This steamed cake that she couldn't handle seemed to be her humbleness that she was eager to hide. Her powerlessness and humiliation in front of Mo Lingfeng all stemmed from this.

Yin Bei remembered that Wu Jin was still injured, and immediately squatted down and carried Wu Jin on his back. He held Wu Jin's hips and legs with one hand and held an umbrella with the other, and walked outside the Tongpan Mansion in one go.

Putting Wu Jin down in front of the carriage, he put down the riding stool and helped Wu Jin get into the carriage. The carriage traveled smoothly all the way to the front of Mo Mansion.

Wu Jin got off the carriage and ordered Yin Bei in an orderly manner: "Before going to the fortress, go to the Cheng Mansion to ask Mrs. Cheng to come forward and arrange the funeral."

"Yes."

"Who is in charge in the fort?"

"Nomad Lord, I still leave Yin Nan there."

"it is good."

Wu Jin asked Yin Bei to run errands and went straight to the second hall of Mo Mansion.

The eaves and corners of Mo Mansion exuded a gloomy atmosphere, the wood core was filled with the smell of ancient decay, and the servants were like clay sculptures. Mo Lingfeng's deathly silence made the house completely sink.

Grandma stood outside the house, wiping her tears with a handkerchief from time to time. She was anxious and uneasy. When she saw Wu Jin approaching, she stepped forward and saluted: "Wu Tongpan, you are here."

Wu Jin stood still in front of the door and asked softly: "Is the general inside?"

"Yes, Doctor Li prescribed tranquilizer, but she didn't drink it either." Wu Jin took a breath, walked up the stone steps, and knocked on the door gently.

There was no movement in the house.

Wu Jin waited for a moment, then stretched out his hand to push the door open. The door creaked open, and the dim skylight slowly entered, illuminating Mo Lingfeng who was sitting in the Taishi chair.

She was sitting where Mo Qianlan usually sat. Her body was covered with blood and had not been scrubbed or replaced. She put her hands on the armrests of the chair, her back slightly backward, leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes turning into two black holes, looking emotionless. Look ahead.

When Wu Jin saw this, his heart immediately broke.

He stepped in, the room was slightly cold, the charcoal fire was weak, the fiery red silver charcoal was covered with a layer of ash, the smell of the incense sticks in the incense burner had faded, no one dared to come in to replace it, the wind that followed Wu Jin's footsteps quickly picked up and carried away the accumulated incense. The smell in the house - agarwood, medicine, charcoal fire.

The traces of Mo Qianlan are disappearing quietly, and there is nothing Mo Lingfeng can do to save him.

She blinked her eyes, blinking Wu Jin into her eyes. There was no movement or words, and she just sat in a daze.

Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, walked to Mo Lingfeng, leaned over and stretched out his hand, holding her hand: "Lingfeng."

Mo Lingfeng fluttered his eyelashes but made no sound.

Wu Jin squatted down, his clothes falling to the ground, twisting and turning, just like his heart: "He is gone."

Only then did Mo Lingfeng's face gain expression, his lips pursed tightly, and his whole body turned into a dried clay sculpture that would fall apart if touched casually.

She said, "No."

She soon found that she had forgotten the facts, and was anxious and panicked. She wanted to escape, but had nowhere to escape. She could only lower her head and not look at Wu Jin - she wanted to fight against the law of heaven and the world.

Wu Jin reached out and held her face, his voice gentle and firm: "He left, but he left the world for you."

Mo Lingfeng looked at him for a long time, then suddenly pushed his hand away, stood up suddenly, reached out to take off the soft armor, and threw it to the ground: "I don't want it!"

Wu Jin fell to the ground, her internal organs shaking. She didn't even give herself time to feel the pain, so she stood up quickly and firmly grasped Mo Lingfeng's arm with both hands: "Don't be afraid."

Mo Lingfeng shook off his hand, took off the golden lock around his neck, and threw it to the ground: "No, I don't want it! What's the use of these things? What's the use of living a hundred years? I want my brother back, I just want my brother!" I want a brother"

Wu Jin quickly hugged her - all the comfort seemed hollow at this moment.

She bit Wu Jin's shoulder, biting deeply and hard, tears streaming down her face, and she fell down. Wu Jin also hugged her and fell to the ground together.

"I want a brother! I just want a brother."

The person who carried all her joys and sorrows has disappeared, and the person who regarded her as a treasure has been wiped out. The shoulders she sat on, the hands she held, and the arms she hid were all crushed to powder by swords. The fire of hell swept through the Mo family. All family wealth is in vain, and all great undertakings are in ruins.

Her family is broken and separated. What's the use of all this?

Wu Jin hugged her tightly and caught her steadily. While she was struggling, her cheek brushed against his cheek. The cold touch was different from usual. He endured the pain and tightened her, silently comforting her when she collapsed.

The person in his arms was like a moist mist that would disperse with a gentle blow. He had to use all his strength to keep it.

A tear slipped down, and it was unclear whether it was his or Mo Liangfeng's.

The cry was desperate and full of pain. It came out of the house and entered everyone's ears. Cheng Taishan and Mrs. Cheng, who hurried over, listened to Mo Lingfeng's hoarse shouts. They felt as if they had lost their hearts and their legs couldn't help but feel weak. .

When people are in the most painful time, they will inevitably fall into madness. They know that the person who can catch Mo Lingfeng's ferocity and madness is Wu Jin.