Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 42 The Pit Depth 017 Meters
"Well, nothing to say."

Mo Jiu's intuition was right, Mo Wang didn't seem to want to tell too much about the inside story of the Mo family.

But how could this stop her?She smiled lightly and stepped forward, riding crookedly on a burgundy horse, from time to time she came into close contact with Mo Wang's mount, touched it, and then asked, "Did you kill Xie Bingsheng?"

"Hmm." His voice was very soft.

"But you didn't kill him." She said in an affirmative tone.

"Huh?" He questioned.

Mo Jiu didn't care how he answered, and just asked, "Song Yan wasn't kidnapped by you, either?"

Mo Wang looked at her for a long time, his eyes fluctuated slightly, but he only said "um".But Mo Jiu was impatient with this question-and-answer game.She leaned over and bumped his horse again, "Once upon a time there was a man who knew a lot of secrets but never told them. Guess what happened?"

Mo Huang opened his mouth, but before he could ask, Mo Jiu smiled and said, "Later he died."

Rubbing his forehead, Mo Wang looked at her dumbfounded, "Killed?"

"No!" Mo Jiu took the reins seriously, and turned around in front of him, "I'm so angry. Because he became mute and can't speak anymore. It's a lifetime of regret, brother."

At this time, the moon has risen in the sky, looking from Mo Huang's point of view, it just hovered over the top of Mo Jiu's hair, a round of silvery brilliance bloomed brightly, as if hanging on her crooked bun, soft and gentle Tactfully, floating light leaps into gold, casting a faint light shadow on her delicate little face, hazy and beautiful.Such a woman, such a smile, he couldn't resist.

With a slight sigh, he finally picked up some common things about the Mo family to tell her.

The so-called "Confucian disciples are Confucianists, and Mozi disciples are chivalrous", in fact, the Mohist disciples have developed into a gangster organization dominated by rangers.However, since the previous old Juzi passed away, there has been no new Juzi to take the position, and no one upholds righteousness, so it has become a black and white opposite extreme.

A group of disciples, headed by Deacon Zuo, abide by the rules of the ancestors, love non-gong, and respect Mohism.However, a group of disciples headed by the right deacon, on the grounds that "ink is ink", slowly moved to another extreme that is contrary to Mohism, and it became more and more serious. They even ignored the brutality of the means in order to achieve their goals. ——Song Yan is now in the hands of the right deacon. As for Xie Bingsheng, the person who killed him was Mo Wang, but the person who cut off his face and turned into a woman playing the piano was the right-hand Mohist.

It was also at this time that Mo Jiu knew that not long after she and Xiao Qian left Zhaoxin, someone from Mo sent a letter to the post station, asking Xiao Qian to go to the right deacon's hall to pick up Song Yan in person.The person who received the letter was Song Ao, who was ignorant of the splitting of the Mohist school, so when he arrived at the Sanjiang station, he saw Mo Huang in Xiao Qian's room, and naturally scolded him furiously.

It's about the Mohism, and Mo Wang can't tell even with his mouth.

But he has always been open-minded, so he can only lead them for a trip in person.

Hearing this, Mo Jiuyin faintly felt that something was wrong... Did the surname Xiao design Mo Wang to come to rescue her, did he have an idea?In this way, not only can Song Yan be rescued by taking advantage of the disputes between the left and right factions, but also from the standpoint of the imperial court, the most effective way to prevent a Jianghu organization from becoming bigger is to let their internal divisions disintegrate, and they can sit on the throne almost without a single soldier. Reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Her eyelids twitched, she glanced at Xiao Qian who was at the front, then smiled at Mo Fan: "Then what should you think about it?"

Mo Zhuang frowned, but didn't answer.

Their Zuo faction has never been an enemy of the imperial court. Naturally, they would not do such a thing as kidnapping the county chief and coercing the privy envoy—but although he is the left deacon, he can't interfere with the behavior of the right faction. The day is not as good as the day, but also sad and helpless.

(End of this chapter)