Xu Qingfeng nodded and turned around and left.

Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and glanced at the bloody room, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "Mo Jingli, if I were you, I would rather die here... Maybe it would be better."

Mo Xiuyao did not stay in Liyang for Mo Jingli's escape. Before dawn the next morning, Mo Xiuyao took Leng Huai He Su and one million troops to leave Liyang. Only more than 200,000 troops were left, including Lu Jinxian and Yun Ting, who were stationed in all places east of Liyang. Now Mo Jingli was seriously injured and defeated, and he could not come out for a long time. Moreover, even if he recovered from his injuries, Mo Xiuyao prepared a lot of things to wait for him, but I was afraid that he would not be able to come out. With basically not having much disadvantage in the military strength, Mo Xiuyao was absolutely at ease with Lu Jinxian's ability.

At this time, a secluded courtyard dozens of miles outside Liyang City was in a secluded courtyard. It looked like an ordinary farmyard outside, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was chilling. Several men who looked like guards stood in the yard, listening to the sound of painful moans coming from inside. In the dark room, Mo Jingli stared at the man kneeling not far away with him. The man was beaten to the point of blood and blood, and had long been dying.

"Tell me, how did the Mo family army enter the city?" Mo Jingli asked with a gloomy expression.

The man shook his head with difficulty, his eyes full of prayer. He really didn't know how the Mo family army entered the city, nor did he know why the Chu soldiers suddenly had diarrhea after using the newly sent food. He was just a small grain escort officer. If he knew that he would be punished like this if he escaped, he would rather stay in Liyang City as a prisoner. Mo Jingli suddenly lost his patience and said in a deep voice: "Take it out!"

The man was frightened and wanted to mercy, but now he didn't even have a sound of begging for mercy. Being thrown out does not mean that the torture is over, but that his life will end here. These days, he is not the first person to suffer these injuries, and he will never be the last one. Soon, the man who has been beaten into a bloody man was pushed out. No one would pity him. Mo Jingli's injuries have not improved these days, and his temper has become increasingly violent. Most people have become accustomed to it.

A man who looked like a servant carefully pushed the door and walked in, "Emperor... Emperor?"

"What's the matter?" Mo Jingli asked coldly. Since suffering such embarrassing injuries, Mo Jingli has become particularly gloomy. Even the room he lives in has become gloomy, and he is not allowed to see light. The attendant came in and finally adapted to the darkness in the room, but still shocked Mo Jingli's cold appearance. Suppressed the fear in his heart, and the attendant whispered: "Report to the emperor... King Ding, King Ding conquered all the troops in Liyang. He had already left Liyang with his troops yesterday morning and headed west."

The dark room was silent for a long time, and after a while, Mo Jingli's voice came out slowly and fiercely, "Mo Xiuyao... Take my troops and horses to fight Lei Zhenting?"

"Go back to the emperor, yes. All the 800,000 Mo family troops in Liyang City have surrendered to King Ding." The attendant said in a depressed voice.

"Bastard! These traitors! I want to kill their nine clans!" With a whoosh, something passed through the attendant's ear and hit the whole thing behind him. The attendant's legs were weak and he pushed it to the ground. "Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body." Mo Jingli sneered and stared at the attendant kneeling on the ground and said, "Take care? You all wish I would die soon, right?"

"I don't dare... the emperor, please spare my life." The man lying on the ground said tremblingly: "Your Majesty... The emperor calms down. When we return to Jiangnan, it will not be too late to reorganize the troops and find the Ding Palace to take revenge. Now... the north is almost full of the Ding Palace's troops, so we really shouldn't stay for a long time." After venting, Mo Jingli gradually recovered a little bit of his mind. Looking at the attendant who was sweating in front of him, he said coldly: "Get up."

The attendant knew that he had passed the level today, and he felt relieved in his heart and thanked the emperor for helping him stand up. His respect seemed to satisfy Mo Jingli, and Mo Jingli's voice became more peaceful, "Go and prepare, and return to Jiangnan early tomorrow morning."

“Yes, yes…”

"Your Majesty, Lord Qiu is asking for a visit." Outside the door, the guard reported. Mo Jingli frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "What are he here to do?" Outside the door, Lord Qiu's voice was still breathing, obviously coming in a hurry: "Your Majesty, the old minister has something urgent to report."

"Come in."

Lord Qiu pushed open the door and frowned at the dimness in the room. Just as he was about to say something, Mo Jingli asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" Lord Qiu took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and said: "Prince, this is the announcement that the old minister had just torn from the county town not far away. Several aristocratic families in Yunzhou jointly issued." Mo Jingli sat up suddenly and said: "Chu Shaoying? Hurry up, take it for me." The attendant took the paper from Lord Qiu and presented it on, and lit the head of the bed not far away.

There was a candlestick in the place. Only then did the two of them see clearly what Mo Jingli looked like on the bed. Because they were seriously injured and had been angry for the past few days, Mo Jingli's face was obviously very pale and he became very thin. The most important thing was that he felt extremely incongruent. Lord Qiu frowned and dared not look at him again. He was neither Mo Jingli's confidant nor an important official, and he did not know Mo Jingli. Although he knew that the emperor was a little wrong, he had no time to take care of these things now.

Mo Jingli unfolded the paper in his hand, and a smile on his lips also solidified on his lips. The notice was not written about the various crimes he thought of criticizing Mo Xiuyao and the Ding Prince's Mansion and the declaration of allegiance to him, but various accusations against him. From him to him poisoning Mo Jingqi to house arrest, killing Mo Suyun, to him abandoning the city and fleeing, forming an alliance with Xiling Beirong, etc., each piece was clearly stated as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Sometimes the pens of these literati

More sharp than a knife, Mo Jingli is like a despicable villain who kills the throne, is unfaithful and filial, even ignores the safety of the world. What makes Mo Jingli even more angry is that this notice was posted before the Mo family army captured Liyang. The following signature shows that the notice was announced to the world the day after Chu Shaoying expressed his loyalty to him, and the people who co-branded happened to be several heads of the family who announced their service after Chu Shaoying.

"Chu, Shao, Ying." Mo Jingli gritted his teeth and his eyes shot at Lord Qiu like lightning, "Why was there no news in Liyang before?" Lord Qiu hurriedly said: "They were not suitable for publishing in Liyang at first. They were originally in a small county town 30 miles away from Liyang. After that, they continued to spread around, but they never posted any news in Liyang. So... that's why..." Lord Qiu said, lowering his head, but he kept thinking in his heart. Looking at the appearance of the emperor, what was written on it was probably true. Although he didn't know the truth about the death of the two emperors, the emperor abandoned Chujing and could not escape. After recapturing Chujing by the Ding Palace, the matter of joining Beirong and Xiling to attack the Mo family army was known to everyone in the world. The emperor... it's over...
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