The emperor is extremely prosperous, but the Mo family is very weak. It is common sense that the grass and trees flourish in spring and wither in autumn. People also have ups and downs, and they will not remain unchanged forever.
After Mo Qianlan sighed with emotion, he slowly sat down on the bench of the waterside pavilion: "His news is becoming increasingly difficult to find out now. I wonder what kind of backhand was arranged for me to go to the peace talks?"
Zhao Shiheng sighed: "The left and right are life-threatening."
Mo Qianlan smiled nonchalantly: "Do you think he wants my life or Ah Gu's life?"
Zhao Shiheng used to walk in front of the emperor, and he could best understand the holy will, so he was silent for a moment and said: "You."
Mo Qianlan raised his eyebrows: "Is he so sure that I have handed over the wealth of the ten states to Ah Gu? If I take the treasure hiding place underground, do you think he will be angry to death?"
Zhao Shiheng had no intention of joking with him, but said solemnly: "But you have already delivered."
Mo Qianlan was speechless for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Here we go. Be prepared in advance, but I'm afraid that once the peace talks are concluded, my future life will not be so easy."
In the age of peace and prosperity, Mo Lingfeng could not suddenly rise up and take power quickly.
Zhao Shiheng also had this worry in his heart and raised his head to look at the babbler in the garden.
These gray birds jumped up and down among the flowers and plants, chirping, sometimes landing on the ground and flying low. They were obviously lively and agile, but when covered by the excessive flowers and trees, they looked gray and fluttering.
"The tentative time for the peace talks is July 20th," his voice suddenly became dark and hoarse, and his legs and feet were aching from the wind, "Among the golden captives, Emperor He is old, but his brother King Jing is in his prime.
, the prince is young, and I just found out the news that the one who is fighting this time is the prince who is not yet eighteen."
The young master is lonely and weak. If the border continues to be unstable and military power changes hands again and again, the road to succession will probably be even more difficult.
Mo Qianlan closed her eyes and stooped down. Finally, she was holding the green jade staff in one hand and placed it on the stone table with the other. She placed her head in her arms, took a moment, and then said: "If the peace talks go well, then...
It’s not good for King Jing, and it’s not good for us either.”
Zhao Shiheng nodded and reached out to help him up: "Let's go to the central hall."
Mo Qianlan walked forward with a stick: "The peace talks are in a hurry, and there will inevitably be omissions in various matters. The time of the peace talks, defense deployment, manpower, and maps, everything may be leaked."
"yes."
"If it leaks out, it will be Wang Yunsheng's failure and it has nothing to do with us."
"right."
"Shiheng, if King Jing and that little Jinlu fight over this matter, guess who will win?"
"King Jing."
"King Jing is warlike, which is a good thing for us."
The two entered the central hall, and the smell of medicine permeated every corner. The golden suanni incense burner spit out curls of green smoke, and the sweet aroma quickly fell on Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan sat in the chair, drank a bowl of medicine, and was still thinking about bringing something to Mo Lingfeng. He closed his eyes, and slid down involuntarily, sinking deeply into the chair, and fell asleep silently.
passed.
There was no trace of blood on his face, and the color of his lips was very pale. The purple veins on his eyelids were clearly visible, and the green jade staff was about to come out.
Zhao Shiheng stepped forward to take away the jade staff, but Mo Qianlan suddenly woke up and took a few deep breaths as if waking up from a dream. After a while, he whispered softly: "Wu Jin is in the state school to observe."
"While listening, I am reading books."
Mo Qianlan sat up straight with a heavy heart, and reluctantly ate a piece of fresh peach, suppressing the bitter taste in his mouth: "Let the students of Zhouxue and Tunan College go to Hengshan to dig locust eggs on July 16th, and they will be paid five yuan a day.
Hundreds of articles, dig for five days."
He handed the plate with fresh peaches to Zhao Shiheng: "The sword has no eyes, Wu Jin can always protect Ah Su."
Zhao Shiheng ate the peach carelessly: "Okay."
Digging locust eggs is a major event that benefits the people. Kuanzhou has not harvested two crops this year. All counties are catching locusts, digging up the eggs and burning them. The government offices are short of manpower. It is a good idea to let students go and experience the hardships of people's livelihood, and at the same time subsidize their families.
A good thing.
Coupled with the peace talks, it was a peaceful time for the fortress. The students entered the fortress from the pontoon and then went to Hengshan. This kind of experience was really rare.
The two academies immediately organized themselves, traveled across mountains and rivers in advance, and took the students to Hengshan Mountain - there is Hengshan Fort on Hengshan Mountain. To this day, there are still soldiers in charge, and all food and accommodation are provided.
Cheng Ting was forcibly sent here by Cheng Taishan and led the big yellow dog up the mountain. He had no intention of seeing how majestic Gaoping Village was. He was just out of breath from exhaustion. Both the man and the dog were in great pain.
Entering the Hengshan Fort, Cheng Ting's feet were sore, and before his butt reached the bench, he was kicked out by the instructor to dig up insect eggs, which made him even more miserable.
Digging for insect eggs is a hard job. You have to bend your waist and stick your butt out all the time, digging non-stop. It is more tiring than plowing a field.
Cheng Ting followed Wu Jin closely, took a hoe, and dug it down. The soil he turned out was full of pale yellow locust eggs, densely packed like maggots, layered on top of each other.
His scalp felt numb when he saw it, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He just felt the fishy smell pungent to his nostrils, and his stomach suddenly became turbulent. His internal organs were twisted together, and he vomited when he opened his mouth.
He supported Wu Jin's shoulders with one hand and pressed his heart with the other. He retched three or four times, and his throat was filled with sour water.
"Wu, Wu Jin..." Cheng Ting took a breath and saw Wu Jin using the hoe again. He hurriedly looked elsewhere. When he turned around, he saw that his classmates were sweating like rain and had dug up locust eggs everywhere.
That's all.
He endured the pain in his heart, grabbed a shovel, and shoveled the eggs into a basket so that he could carry them to the castle and burn them.
Without changing his expression, Wu Jin picked up the fallen insect eggs and continued digging with a hoe. Every time the hoe went down, a lot of insect eggs were turned out.
They dug until it was dark, then returned to Hengshan Fort. They shoveled the eggs into the stove and burned them, then washed their hands and ate.
Cheng Ting had no appetite, so he gave the two noodle nests in the bowl to Wu Jin. Wu Jin took the egg in the bowl and handed it to Cheng Ting: "Eat, we will continue digging tomorrow."
While peeling the eggs, Cheng Ting asked others: "When I went to dig up insect eggs, why didn't I see anyone from Tunan Academy?"
The classmate said angrily: "They went to write poetry."
"Writing poetry?" Cheng Ting's nose almost turned crooked.
They dug insect eggs with their backs to the sky, facing the loess, enduring the scorching heat and nausea. They worked until now and had a rough dinner. Tunan College actually went to compose poetry.
Shameless.
Extremely shameless!
He turned his anger into appetite, ate the egg in two bites, and took back a steamed bun, which he swallowed forcefully. His eyes were full of anger, and he opened fire as soon as the students from Tunan Academy arrived.
As soon as the students from Tunan Academy came back, they were very disappointed to see the students from Zhou Academy sitting there eating and drinking dirty, with dust on the soles of their shoes.
Cheng Ting glanced at the arrogant Wang Jinghua and immediately said loudly: "Classmates, I heard that locusts are not only afraid of fire, but also afraid of water, especially acidic water. Brother Toad led the little toads to make a lot of sour water.
Poetry, all the locusts passing by will be killed by acid!"