Yu Jun

The three words "Two Hundred Guans" were louder than gold. Everyone was so dizzy that they almost thought they were in a dream—Two Hundred Guans!

They only have two hundred coins a month, and sometimes they still can’t send them out, and they still have to send half of them to their homes, and they can’t save enough for a year.

Mo Qianlan didn't look at the ecstasy on the soldier's face, but stretched out his hand to Yin Bei and said, "Go, carry all the boxes up."

The ecstasy dazed the soldiers' minds, they all forgot how the cash box was so heavy, there was no peace cart, only relying on manpower, how the coachman moved it, and all the strange things in it were completely forgotten, and they just let out a happy air.

The coachmen shared a box with each other, and first lifted some of the camphorwood boxes and placed them in the thatched hall. Yin Bei stepped forward to open a box, and the copper color inside was yellow. Under the light of the torch, it immediately shone brightly yellow.

The soldiers had already lined up to wait for the reward, so they couldn't help stretching their heads to see what was inside the box.

No one noticed that the coachman took out a sharp knife from his sleeve, stood behind the soldier, and wiped it mercilessly on the soldier's neck. In an instant, the blood soaked into the mud one by one. Presumably, in the spring of the coming year, the grass hall will be full of spring scenery. , Wanguan copper coins are therefore overshadowed.

Zhao Shiheng never knew that death could be so silent.

The stench lingered at the tip of his nose. This smell penetrated into his body through his seven orifices, melted into his blood, burned into his soul, and lasted his entire life. It was hard to redeem his sin.

Since the failure of the emperor's murder two years ago, Mo Qianlan learned that he intends to let Mo Lingfeng come to Beijing today, and Zhao Shiheng will make a plan to bring the Mo family to the beginning of revival with a bloody road.

He turned his head and glanced at Mo Qianlan.

The smell also clung to Mo Qianlan's crown, hair, and clothes with the wind. Mo Qianlan couldn't help reaching out to rub his forehead, and then squeezed the roots of the mountain tightly, because he had a terrible headache and had no time to worry about his feelings.

The coachmen killed people cleanly, and then stripped off the cloth armor on the body, not caring about the blood on the cloth armor, each of them grabbed a piece of blood on the body to mark the size, and exchanged it back and forth.

This group of butchers are all tall and burly, and the corpses lying on the ground are called elite soldiers, but in fact they are mixed, high and low, fat and thin, and the cloth armor is changed. In the end, there are still a dozen or so drivers who are stretched. .

The little man who slipped out from Mo Lingfeng was well dressed, turned to look at Yin Bei: "Let's just wear it like this."

As soon as he opened his mouth, two pointed teeth were exposed.

"Okay," Yin Bei kicked the two coachmen who were laughing at each other away with the scabbard, and promised with a smile on his face, "I'll get some new ones later."

He patted the group of "elite soldiers" to get all the corpses out, and when there were only living people left in the grass hall again, the "elite soldiers" stood up energetically and lined up neatly, with their arms around their waists. The knife has become a veritable elite soldier.

The camphor wood box also opened its mouth wide, revealing its wealth.

Among these tall warriors, the little one was like a bean, but he was not an ordinary warrior. Instead, he was their upper peak, standing at the forefront, propped up on the ground with a knife, kneeling on one knee, bared two canine teeth, He shouted: "Your Nomad, the capital of the Dingyuan Army, see Jiedushi!"

The other elite soldiers then knelt down, opened their mouths, and uttered a bell-like voice: "My subordinates refer to Jiedushi."

Mo Qianlan already had a headache, but after this earth-shattering visit, his brain was boiling, and the buzzing sound could not stop, but two blushes appeared on his pale face, he supported the armrest of the chair with both hands, excitedly Stand up: "OK."

Zhao Shiheng got up immediately and gave him a hand.

With his support, Mo Qianlan walked towards You Muqing, helped him up, and patted You Muqing on the shoulder: "Dingyuan Army, Youdutou! Good!"

When the Mo family occupied ten states in the northwest, it was named "Fuyuan Army", but Mo Qianlan changed it to "Dingyuan Army".

This small group of Dingyuan army received the salary of the Mo family, and their family members were supported by the Mo family. They were loyal, like a needle inserted into a watertight fortress, and opened up a road to heaven for Mo Lingfeng in the future.

This was Zhao Shiheng's plan and Mo Qianlan's plan - the two of them worked hard all day, were vigilant at night, and finally came to their senses. The only thing that could counter imperial power was military power.

From raising private soldiers two years ago, to strengthening the thieves in Jia County, to instigating thieves to plunder the post, to borrowing a hundred soldiers to suppress the bandits, and then to the fact that this soldier is not that soldier, every step has been followed by the established steps.

Even Wu Jin was on their chessboard—except for Wu Jin, who else would risk their lives to deliver the letter?

What they paved for Mo Lingfeng was the road to the mountains and seas of corpses. The two of them have committed a lot of crimes. After death, they will fall into the mud pear hell and will never be reborn, but Mo Lingfeng can move forward cleanly.

Mo Qianlan bent down and took out a copper coin from the camphor wood box, and handed it to You Muqing with his own hands: "Reward, two hundred coins per person! Bring out the wine and drink as much as you want!"

The Dingyuan army cheered, and the noise was in full swing, and someone unearthed countless jars of fine wine from the cellar, and set up a fire to roast meat to eat. Although You Muqing is small, his capacity for drinking and eating is unrivaled. With these two alone, he can conquer Stay with these warriors.

While shouting and drinking in the grass hall, Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng and went down the mountain with Zhao Shiheng.

They still have a lot of things to do. The hundred elite soldiers have changed their appearances. Everyone in the fortress is neither deaf nor blind, so they can see through it at a glance. If they want to hide the truth, they still need to create an opportunity.

Mo Qianlan couldn't even go back to Kuanzhou with Mo Lingfeng.

Baozhai belongs to Kuanzhou, and the pretext of suppressing bandits is stationed here. As a Jiedu envoy, he still has to deal with the prefect of Jeju. Mo Lingfeng will no longer follow Zhang Gongfu to Beijing.

And autumn grain.

He had no intention of seizing the autumn grain, but he still wanted to play, saying that the thief divided it into several shares and hid the autumn grain, and now the soldiers are searching everywhere to suppress the bandits.

He had no objection to staying in Jeju to take care of the aftermath, but he did not want to let go of Mo Lingfeng, and carried Mo Lingfeng to the carriage all the way, his tired waist almost broke, and after he put it down, he tightly held Mo Lingfeng's waist hand.

Zhao Shiheng saw that the two of them were inseparable as if they were inseparable, so he acted like a villain, tore their brother and sister apart, and pushed Mo Lingfeng into the carriage with all his might.

Although Mo Lingfeng was reluctant to part with him, he was willing to go home, so he didn't hang around with his brother too much, and left neatly.

And Mo Qianlan returned to the posthouse in Heshan County, bringing joy and sorrow to others.

Zhang Xianfeng was worried.

Mo Qianlan refused to obey the edict and refused to let Mo Lingfeng enter the capital, bluntly saying that he would write a letter to His Majesty to plead guilty, but Mo Qianlan would not be guilty, but he would be convicted.

The Son of Heaven and the Mo family are already in a state of incompatibility, and they are incompatible. However, the Son of Heaven is regarded as Yao and Shun. He naturally wants the monarch and his ministers to support each other. This imperial punching bag.

Two other people were also very worried—Jeju Zhizhou was in charge of the Jeju Xiang Army, and the Jeju prefect was in charge of each county. There was a fire in the posthouse, and 75 students who were rushing for the exam died. Even including Wu Jin and Wang Jinghua, only five survived.

The rest of the dead and injured are numerous, not to mention the bandits who robbed the hostages and extorted money, and their rampant behavior shocked the world.

inability.

Extremely incompetent!