The History of the Empress of the Shang Dynasty

Chapter 58 Restoring memory
With a single sentence, the four teenagers are full of self-blame.

"The opponent is too strong, don't blame you, get up."

Mo gave an order, and the four teenagers finally got up and stood aside, looking at the messy Mo in front of them with concern.

"Master, are you okay?"

The leading boy couldn't bear it, when had they seen their master in such a mess?
"I can't die! Today's humiliation will be paid back a hundred times by those people in the future!"

When Mo Zhi said so casually, the hearts of the four teenagers trembled, as if seeing the bloody scene, they secretly sweated for those people.

"Lin Ri, take my token and return to Beijing quickly, so that Lord Taifu must stop the eldest prince Ling Yunzhao from offering sacrifices to the sky to pray for rain. Also, please don't worry about me, mother and concubine, and must persuade father and emperor to come to Dongshan to pray in person. rain!"

Mo Cong thought for a while that he didn't seem to have any tokens to bring with him, so he simply tore off a piece of blood-stained cloth from his body, and picked up a half-burnt charcoal from the fire beside him.

Different from the word "ink" on the purse, the "ink" he wrote is powerful and majestic. It's hard to imagine that such a 12-year-old child can have such a good brushwork.

"Subordinates obey!"

Lin Ri took the cloth and quickly led away.

"Lin Yue, no matter what method I use, I don't want to see Chen Weichang staying in Lin'an again!"

Mo suddenly saw the green apples on the ground, and Su Ruojin's bitter face immediately appeared in front of his eyes. He gave an order, although Lin Yue was puzzled, she didn't dare to ask more questions, and quickly followed the order and left.

"Lin Xing, tomorrow, I hope that a message will spread throughout Lin'an City: The third prince who came to pray for rain was murdered by thieves, and the heavens are furious, and there will be no rain for nearly a month!"

"Yes! But..."

Just as Lin Yue took the order, she suddenly became nervous again.

"But is it true that there will be no rain in a month? What if..."

"There is no chance. Before leaving the palace this time, Master Tianxiang has observed that the drought will last until next month."

Mo finger lightly knocked on the door, looking at the sky, his eyes flashed a maturity that didn't match his age.

"Yes! Master, don't worry, let it spread throughout the entire Tianqi Kingdom!"

Lin Xing also led away, and in an instant, only Ling Moyu and Lin Chen were left in the back hall.

"Master... If you know that the drought will last for so long, why do you still come..."

Sorrow flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. Although the four of them were older than the third prince, they all knew that none of them could match the boy's scheming in front of him.

In the palace, you need to be careful every step of the way. The third prince has gone through hardships like this one time and time again. He is only a 12-year-old boy. How much courage does it take to continue to face it?
However, after going through those trials and tribulations again and again, this young man grew up rapidly like a flower emerging from a crack in a rock.

The process of growing up was full of pain, but he never complained, even they felt sorry for him.

Such a master is worth following them for a lifetime!
"Don't they know what I know? Then why not give them this chance?"

Ling Moyu's eyes turned cold, and a wicked smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Follow me to Dongshan Mountain, this time, I will let them die completely!"

Mo raised his hand to take off the bloody clothes that were already broken on his body, and threw them into the fire beside him without hesitation. After a while, the bloody clothes were burned to ashes, exuding a fishy smell.

(End of this chapter)