Unity hour has just arrived, and the morning light is faint.

Jing Zhaoyin's carriage has been waiting at the gate of Prince Mian's West Mansion in advance, just waiting for Prince Mian's golden carriage to appear.

On the carriage, two heads, one old and one young, opened the hanging curtain from time to time and looked through the autumn water.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally saw the handsome figure of His Highness Mian Wang.

Wu Jingmo was one step ahead of his father. He rushed out of the carriage in one swift step, fell to his knees in a hurry, and shouted:

"Jingzhao Mansion has something urgent to report!"

King Mian glanced at Wu Jingmo and kept saying:

"Please wake up quickly! I have something to talk about!"

But his steps didn't slow down at all. He immediately got on his horse and got into his golden carriage with carved gold and jade.

Jing Zhaoyin Wu Renzhong also knelt down on Jin Yu's side.

Before the two of them could shout for a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years, according to the Dajing rites, they heard the voice of King Mian saying hurriedly through the golden curtain:

"Hey, it's almost dawn, don't miss the time to go to court! I'm going ahead, Mr. Wu, you should leave quickly!"

Before the words were spoken, the coachman sitting in front of Jinyu understood what he was doing. His hand holding the horse's bridle only slightly increased his strength, and his legs clamped on the horse's belly.

Jin Yu then rolled away in front of Wu Renzhong and Wu Jingmo.

Wu Jingmo suddenly found the courage in his heart and shouted at the departing carriage:

"His Royal Highness Mian Wang, I'll see you later when you go to court! Wan Sheng will be waiting for you at your house!"

When Wu Renzhong heard this, he glared at him fiercely and scolded him:

"There are no rules! How can you talk to His Highness Prince Mian like this!"

After saying that, he picked up Wu Jingmo and tried to put him back into the carriage. During the movement, he took advantage of the situation and whispered in his son's ear:

"Are you stupid because you have been studying behind closed doors recently? Can't you see that Prince Mian doesn't want to take care of it?"

"He doesn't care about his own son's affairs. No wonder everyone in Jinghua City calls him a wimp!"

Wu Jingmo was so angry that he blurted out angrily and pushed back his father's words of persuasion.

As soon as the words came out, he himself was extremely surprised.

He has always behaved politely and never dared to make irresponsible remarks about the affairs of the government or the royal family.

Lu Chengfeng had previously commented on their relatives and relatives in front of him, and he had even advised him to be careful.

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However, Lu Chengfeng has the noble blood of the Lu family. If he says something wrong, he will at most be slapped by the elders of the clan. But he is not like a commoner from a humble family like himself, who may accidentally say something out of his mouth to cause trouble.

Lost your life!

Sure enough, his father became furious, pointed at his nose and cursed:

"Slap mouth! That's what you can say! I think you took the wrong medicine today and went crazy! Go home and stay there!"

"I also ask for your understanding, father. My son is so caring that I cannot obey my order! Father, you should hurry up and go to court first. His Highness Mian Wang has ordered not to miss the time for going to court."

Wu Jingmo bowed his body and lowered his head, his posture was humble and ashamed, but he did not retreat at all.

"You, you, you! You even learned to talk back and disobey you! Let's see how I deal with you when I return home!"

Wu Renzhong's face changed drastically, he got on the carriage angrily, and drove away after giving the order.

Wu Jingmo looked at the billowing smoke of his father's departure, then looked at the magnificent high-gate compound in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

This is the first time in his life that he has been so disobedient to his father.

He knew that his father was doing it for his own good and did not want him to get involved in the muddy waters of royal disputes.

He also knew that the situation he would face in the future would probably be more difficult and dangerous than Lu Chengfeng.

It’s just that it’s hard to settle down!

The difficulty is not only because of his deep brotherly love for Lu Chengfeng, but also because he has lost his heart and his heart for justice, and because he also wants to be himself, pursue the truth and not be afraid of power.

Such people, even if they are like fireworks in the sky, are briefly brilliant and then succumb to darkness and eventually fall into silence. However, the fireworks have lit up a part of the sky and rekindled a pair of eyes buried deep in their hearts.

Burning, shining brightly, extinguishing, and finally turning into ashes are the fate of fireworks.

It is bleak and desolate, but it is better than the lights of thousands of houses and comparable to the sun, moon and stars.

There was no one around. A drop of mixed tears slowly flowed from the corner of Wu Jingmo's eyes, gently sliding down his young and pale cheek.

I can't tell whether I feel sorry for others or myself, or whether I am thinking about innocence or worrying about the world.

Wu Jingmo raised his head and looked at the red sun that was jumping out, and the power of hope suddenly arose in his dejected heart!

God! If there is a god above my head, please let me go farther and farther.

, do more and more!

He raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on his face, and then, using his feet as a weapon, he ran as fast as he could.

If even his own father is unwilling to intervene too much, then there may be only one person in the Great Jing Dynasty who is willing to help Lu Chengfeng.

This person is King Xuan.

Yes, the only one Wu Jingmo can ask for help now is King Xuan.

Although King Xuan extended an olive branch to him years ago, he still hesitated cautiously, thinking that his personal relationship with King Xuan in the past was just because they had a good conversation and became friends, and he never dared to take a step closer to forming a party for personal gain.

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However, he was regarded as a subordinate of King Xuan from early on, even though he never asked for any benefit or personal gain from King Xuan.

That's right, now it's your turn to approach him and ask for help.

Thousands of years of officialdom are nothing more than exchange of interests!

Wu Jingmo didn't want to think about how he would have to serve King Xuan so much in the future to repay the favor he had saved him today, and he didn't have time to think about it.

If you go too late, you won’t be able to block King Xuan’s golden carriage to go to court!

Fortunately, the princes and nobles all lived in the west of Jinghua City, and Prince Xuan's residence was only two blocks away from Prince Mian's West Mansion.

Wu Jingmo was thinking as he quickly walked through two wide and bright neighborhood avenues and came to the courtyard of Prince Xuan's Mansion.

I saw that King Xuan's golden carriage had just started and was about to ride away.

Wu Jingmo took three steps at a time and ran forward. He rashly threw himself in front of the golden carriage and knelt down on the ground, shouting:

"Folk Wu Jingmo has met His Highness King Xuan! His Highness King Xuan is a thousand years old!"

"Jingmo, it's you! Why do you call yourself a grassroots citizen? Are you angry that I didn't give you an official title? Get up quickly! Why are you so anxious so early in the morning?"

King Xuan poked his head out from the bead curtain and joked with a bright smile.

Wu Jingmo straightened his clothes solemnly and politely, and replied solemnly:

"The matter is so important and urgent that Jingmo has no choice but to block the car. Please forgive me, His Highness King Xuan."

It was rare for King Xuan to see Wu Jingmo behave like this. He knew something big was going on at the first sight and said with a pleasant look:

"It's okay! Jingmo, get in the car and talk!"
Chapter completed!