Yu Jun

"Empty salary," Zhao Shiheng replied very flatly, "Soldiers are not sold to the military households when they die, and they are not listed in the number of fleeing. This is used to eat the empty salary. For the hundred soldiers we sent in, just report the names of the fleeing soldiers directly. The one hundred soldiers who left were naturally killed in battle."

"The commander in the army, the governor in the city..." Wu Jin was suddenly speechless.

Yes, when the soldiers are inspected after this battle, people will naturally notice the strangeness and report it layer by layer until they reach Wang Zhizhou.

But who dares to report further?

On closer inspection, everyone is guilty, and everyone is an accomplice.

So the situation became that everyone in Kuanzhou knew it well, but the emperor in Kyoto didn't know it at all.

This long plan was not only ruthless, but also involved all officials, big and small, in Kuanzhou.

Even the sunflower fan given to Wang Zhizhou was to let Wang Zhizhou take precautions against this matter in advance, so as not to be demoted and transferred by His Majesty afterwards.

Wu Jin was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally let out a "ha", seeming to sneer, but also sneering, laughing at herself for being ridiculously immature.

Zhao Shiheng said: "You want to report?"

Wu Jin sneered: "Jedushi did such a tight job, how can the students report it? And who will they report it to?"

"Kyoto," Zhao Shiheng said, "but you won't report and will keep silent. In fact, when you are silent, you can still act as before, as before, and it will be of endless benefit to you."

Wu Jin knew what benefits he was talking about.

Staying in Mo Mansion, he will continue to be taught by Zhao Shiheng. Zhao Shiheng has an amazing talent, and he only needs a little help to get him back from the maze.

If he can accompany Mo Lingfeng, life will get better day by day.

His family is poor, he needs the advice of a famous teacher, he has countless reasons to get blood with the Mo family.

Zhao Shiheng reached out and tapped on the table, his voice softened: "This is the chessboard, now I am the emperor, and you are Mo Qianlan."

He stretched out his hand again, and pointed directly into Wu Jin's heart: "I want to seek your family business and kill your clansmen. If I fail once, if I do it again, will you let others slaughter you? Do you want to live? Do you want to fight back?"

"I won't be caught without a fight, I will definitely find other ways, and I won't treat other people's lives as pawns or worthless things."

The charcoal fire "peeled", a few sparks popped out, and yellow flames sprang up. Zhao Shiheng stretched out his hand and swept his fingers over the flames, with a half-smile: "This is the best way, and it can save your life for a long time. .”

Wu Jin stood up abruptly, and roared angrily, "What's the use of all the filth in your bag? I'd rather abandon it!"

He was trembling all over, with firm light and bitter tears in his eyes, and his voice was full of tears: "Miss Mo's life is fate, so is the life of other people not fate? Under the sky, only Mo Jiedu envoy Do you have a sister?"

He tried his best not to lose his composure too much: "As soon as the border wars started, the three armies were violent, corpses were piled up in the wild, and blood flowed like rivers! They also have brothers and sisters, parents and relatives!"

Enduring to the extreme, twisted and blue veins burst out on his forehead and neck, tears poured out, his teeth were clenched tightly, his straight spine bent down, his left hand slapped his chest hard, and he yelled hoarsely: "Mr. , These people are also human!"

Cheng Ting, who took out Mo Lingfeng from Changsuiju, happened to arrive at the door at this time, and heard Wu Jin's heartbreaking words.

He stood at the door, full of astonishment, confused, watching the big yellow dog wagging its anxious tail, turned his head to look at Mo Lingfeng, who was hanging his head, and seeing that Mo Lingfeng was not moving, he quickly stepped over the threshold and walked to Wu Jin.

He dragged Wu Jin away, and bowed to Zhao Shiheng again: "Sir, Wu Jin may have been frightened by Pao last night, you must not be as knowledgeable as him."

Wu Jin didn't accept his favor, and pushed Cheng Ting away with one left hand, and stared at Zhao Shiheng with resentment in her eyes, big tears fell on the ground and shattered into eight petals: "You are not worthy of teaching and educating people!"

Hearing his rebellious words, Cheng Ting stopped breathing for a moment in shock, then hurriedly stretched out two hands, one hand pushed Wu Jin back, and the other kept waving at Zhao Shiheng: "Sir! He is crazy!" Yes! He must be crazy! He has that. Yes, that epilepsy is right, and he fell out when he was going to rush for the exam!"

"Lingfeng, Ergou!" He was sweating anxiously, winking at Mo Lingfeng, motioning for her to persuade her, but Mo Lingfeng stood at the door, motionless.

And Wu Jin followed Cheng Ting and saw Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng is from the north and looks south. She is slender and petite. The rash on her face has faded a lot, and a layer of oily ointment is still applied. Danfeng's eyes are too bright, with a kind of insight into everything, which is connected to her heart.

He suddenly closed his eyes, hugged the small porcelain jar on the table, and walked up to Mo Lefeng: "You know?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded.

"When did you know?"

"After being robbed."

At the moment when she heard the answer, Wu Jin was truly heartbroken - she had a chance to prevent more misery, but she chose to be indifferent.

His chest was so constricted that he couldn't help scratching his heart hard, wanting to take out this heart and throw it into the wind, fire, and conspiracy.

Cheng Ting stood where he was, looked at Zhao Shiheng, Mo Lingfeng, and Wu Jin, feeling a sense of loss that he had missed some secret.

He cupped his hands again at Zhao Shiheng, and ran to Wu Jin's side anxiously, grabbed his sleeve, trying to bring him back to his senses.

Wu Jin indeed regained her senses, straightened her back, and stuffed the porcelain jar in her hand into Mo Lingfeng's arms: "Rock candy walnuts, drink it with water."

Then he brushed off his clothes and turned to Cheng Ting: "Thank you, I'm sorry that I won't be able to be your classmate in the future."

Cheng Ting opened his mouth, unable to speak, simply lifted his feet and followed him.

The two walked through the garden one after the other, and exited the corner door. Cheng Ting took two steps forward, side by side with Wu Jin, and whispered, "Wu Jin, did Mr. Zhao do something bad?"

Wu Jin can only be silent——Mo Qianlan's crimes are heinous, too numerous to write down. He knows the truth and remains silent, which is tantamount to a kind of conspiracy.

Cheng Ting hesitated and said, "If you don't go to Zhai Xue to study, what will you do with your studies? Mr. Zhao is a rare good man."

Wu Jin walked in the crowd, her face was frozen white, her temples twitched, and there seemed to be a smell of blood between her lips and teeth: "I'm going back to the state to study."

It turned out that he had already reached this point of grief and anger, just crying without concealment was not enough to pour out the anger in his heart, and he had to bite out a mouth full of blood to continue to calm down.

There are indeed many bad guys in the world, but Mo Qianlan is unique, which is especially jaw-dropping.

"You must not act rashly for a moment of anger," Cheng Ting said anxiously, "Zhou Xue can't even teach a dog well, wait for you to calm down, then go and apologize to Mr. Zhao, wait for your arm to heal, Let's go to study."

Wu Jin swallowed the blood from her mouth, and the pain in her heart had flowed out, and she was able to speak to Cheng Ting clearly: "I used to study in Zhou Xue."

He pulled Cheng Ting aside and watched the Taiping cars loaded with winter clothes leaving the city and going to the fortress.