Wu Jin bowed his head and everyone sat high, staring closely at this poor man.
After a long while, Wang Zhizhou made a "poof" sound and sneered: "Wu Jin, are you here to pay New Year's greetings or to plead guilty? Or are you here to ask for help from the Jiedu Envoy? Why don't you even say a word?"
He looked at Mo Qianlan with a half-smile but said, "Or are you afraid to say something bad about Mo Jiedushi after you discovered it?"
Mo Qianlan met his gaze, and both of them knew it clearly.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the fort sent a list of soldiers to Wang Zhizhou. There were one hundred names on it, all of them deserters.
These one hundred deserters had not been reorganized and had been filling the pockets of Wang Zhizhou and others. This time, the soldiers distributed the New Year's silver rewards and ordered the soldiers in each capital to prepare for the coming year, and then they were suddenly taken out.
Everyone in the fort did not dare to say anything, so they only transferred the one hundred soldiers away first. After comparing the list of dead soldiers, they saw that all the one hundred soldiers Mo Qianlan lent had been killed.
It was such a coincidence that they didn't find out until now. They were shocked and quickly reported the matter to Wang Zhizhou.
When Wang Zhizhou received the news, he broke into a cold sweat. He finally knew why Mo Qianlan gave up his family business and sent Mo Lingfeng to the fort.
He didn't exchange millions of coins for the ridicule of a "Guide Zhonghou", but he really inserted his own power into the fort.
The reason why His Majesty's edict has been delayed is probably not only due to hesitation, but also because he is waiting to see if there will be any changes in Kuanzhou, and there may even be a secret envoy in Kyoto who has already passed by.
And he, Wang Zhizhou, unknowingly became Mo Qianlan's accomplice and accomplice, and was forced to keep the secret.
At this moment, when he looked at Mo Qianlan, he seemed to be able to feel that there was a huge sinister soul in his sickly skin, and he was quietly reaching out to each of their feet, ready to take action at any time to remove them from their current situation.
Pull down the chair.
He doesn't even have a place to vent his anger!
"Wu Jieyuan, is it related to Baozhai?" Wang Zhizhou raised his voice. This voice was not surprising at first, but when he uttered the word "Baozhai", it immediately seemed like a tightened string, pulling everyone.
Wu Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, became the target of public criticism. Everyone wanted to pry open his mouth and pull out one or two secret items.
At this moment, a long whimpering sound came from outside. It was the strong wind that had no place to enter, and it roared fiercely outside.
Everyone hurriedly looked at the windows and saw that the sky through the bright paper suddenly turned dark. In just a moment, it was completely green, without even a trace of sunlight.
Cheng Taishan frowned and changed his words: "It looks like there is a heavy snowfall."
Cheng Ting sat at the end, anxious, and kept talking nonsense: "That's right, when we came here, the weather was not very good, it was groggy, it must be snowing heavily."
Mo Qianlan reached out and touched his knees: "It's going to snow and there's a bit of moisture. Wu Jin, get up. It's enough for you to have this intention. Yin Bei, also give Wu Jin some lucky money."
Wang Zhizhou watched Wu Jin collect the New Year's money, stand up and return to his original place, and sneered: "For a Zhai servant, Mo Jiedushi protects his shortcomings like this. It really makes me jealous. I only hope that Jiedushi will also protect me."
short."
Cheng Taishan frowned tightly: "Yunsheng, what's going on with you today? You're so angry and jealous. People who don't know think you've fallen in love with Qianlan."
He turned to look at Mo Qianlan again: "You too, why are you dressing so fancy in your own home!"
Cheng Ting said loudly: "My uncle is good-looking, and I like to look at him too."
The other two colleagues suddenly laughed.
Wang Zhizhou had something to say about his troubles, and asked Cheng Taishan to chew his tongue again. Anger surged in his belly, becoming more and more full. He had nowhere to vent, so he could only sit with a sullen face.
Cheng Taishan saw that he was so angry that he looked like an old tortoise, so he secretly laughed and scolded Cheng Ting: "What nonsense are you kidding? Shut up and eat your food!"
Cheng Ting reached for the tangerine and retorted in a desperate manner: "Don't shut up while eating."
Amidst the sound of "haha", the sky turned dark blue, pressing hard on the roof ridges, and heavy snow fell one after another. Within a moment, it was so blurry that even the outside could not be seen clearly.
Mo Qianlan drank a cup of tea: "It seems that God's will will allow you all to eat here. There are also good game in the kitchen, so I invite you to try it."
Cheng Taishan immediately said: "I can't ask for it."
Mo Qianlan ordered his servants to prepare a table for the banquet, and asked people to bring in calligraphy and paintings to appreciate together. However, he got up and went to the official room, beckoning Wu Jin to accompany him.
After lifting the door curtain, the wind and snow were so strong that it made people unable to open their mouths. The two of them walked along the corridor, Yin Bei and his servants followed from a distance. Before they passed the flower hall, Mo Qianlan couldn't bear the cold wind.
He suddenly grabbed Wu Jin's arm, grabbed the skirt of his clothes with his right hand, bent over and coughed violently.
The sound he coughed out was very hollow, as if his internal organs had been completely corroded by the disease and he could only make this hollow sound.
Wu Jin felt that the hand he was holding on to her was shaking violently, and an inexplicable thought suddenly came into his mind - Mo Qianlan was an orchid watered with blood.
This flower grows in a greenhouse that is always like spring. It has a fragrance like orchid and an elegant posture. Once it appears in the wind and snow, its beautiful appearance will begin to peel off, revealing the incomplete internal organs, the strong smell of blood, and the large pieces of flesh floating on the body.
A lot of corruption.
It wasn't until Mo Qianlan's hands moved away from his body that he felt relieved.
After walking into the official room with difficulty, Mo Qianlan did not relieve himself. He just sat down on a chair outside and asked Wu Jin, "Do you want to ask me about Listening to the Wind?"
Wu Jin nodded: "Jinlu has been recuperating for many years. Once a war breaks out, he will definitely be like a wolf and a tiger. Do you know how many soldiers died in the war? Others will die. She is made of flesh and blood, so she will naturally die too. There are not even a hundred people.
To protect her on the battlefield, do you have a foolproof plan to protect her? Even if you have a complete plan, what if there is a contingency?"
Mo Qianlan didn't expect that he would say such cruel words in such a calm manner.
He sat stiffly, feeling that Wu Jin had come with a sharp blade and stabbed it into his chest. Once it was inserted to the end, it would cause him heart-wrenching pain.
There was a salty and sour smell in his throat. He swallowed it and chuckled: "I don't have a complete plan, but I just want to pave a way for her to survive. She has to rely on herself for the rest."
He put his hand into his sleeve, took out a wooden hairpin, and handed it to Wu Jin: "She left in a hurry, so let me give it to you first. Please don't be angry with her again."
Wu Jin took it in his hand and could barely see the wooden hairpin clearly in the dim light.
This hairpin has not yet been carved, with burrs on the edges, and only a few bamboo leaves are carved on it. It is so rough that it needs to be sent out, which means that even Mo Lingfeng does not know whether he can survive in the fortress.
He stared at the hairpin blankly, thinking that there was really no perfect solution.
After standing weakly for a moment, he put away the hairpin and calmly said goodbye to Mo Qianlan. Instead of taking the oil-paper umbrella handed over by Yin Bei, he walked into the wind and snow.
He didn't feel cold, and some trivial fragments from when he was studying in Mo Mansion flashed through his mind, cheerful and full of life.
He thought that everyone had their own way to go, Mo Lingfeng was like that, and so was he.