There was a hint of impatience in Zhao Shiheng's tone, and Wu Jin immediately realized that the order was not a good one - how could it be good for the emperor to mobilize his troops and mobilize the people?
The Jiedushi envoy who was far away in Kuanzhou received an imperial edict from the emperor, and it was rare for the envoy to come all the way to announce the edict.
Furthermore, when the envoy came to Kuanzhou, the magistrate of the prefecture should enter the city and meet him at the post office. However, this time he went straight to the envoy's house and only sent a servant to deliver the message. It seemed that he was afraid of Mo Mo.
It's normal for Qianlan to take action in advance.
Zhao Shiheng sent Mo Lingfeng away to change clothes. After thinking about it for a moment, he took Wu Jin with him to the front hall. Cheng Ting saw that everyone was gone, and he was left alone in Jiusixuan. He also thought carefully about it.
, found a small path and slipped to the front hall.
In the main hall of the front hall, the incense table has been placed, and the servants are busy burning incense, sweeping away the dust, preparing tea, and placing fruits.
We were planning to arrange a banquet, but unexpectedly the stove collapsed and it would not be repaired for a while. We could not make any big arrangements, so we had to go outside to prepare the banquet.
All the busyness is short-lived. The fragrance burns on the incense table, and the servants fall silent and stand each other.
Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng and stood in the corridor of the flower hall, submerged in the crowd of servants, waiting silently.
Mo Qianlan stood in front of the main hall, wearing a rare official uniform, with purple waist and yellow, wide robe and wide sleeves. The layers were stacked on him, making him look like white jade. His long-winged head was motionless, showing no emotion at all.
Mo Lingfeng stood beside him, put on a new set of clothes that he had never worn before, and washed his face hard until it turned red, but the rest remained unchanged.
In less than a moment, Yin Bei walked in quickly to report the arrival of the envoy Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan swung his sleeves and led everyone to kneel on the ground - his sleeves were swung so fiercely that he wished he could take the emissary back to Kyoto with just one sleeve.
Even if the breeze blows from both sleeves, it cannot change the situation. It only disrupts the smoke in the Jin Suanni incense burner, and then curls up again.
The imperial emissary led a group of people, big and small, in. Seeing that everything was ready, he stopped talking and read the edict:
Zhi said: A girl from the Mo family is gentle and gentle in nature, and she is very strict. I have inherited the legacy of Emperor Zong. I love the Mo family and dote on her. If she has good deeds, she can be named Princess Zhenyang.
Choose a day to prepare a gift book.
After the edict's words fell, the Mo Mansion was silent, not even the wind moved. Mo Qianlan bowed his head to the ground, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
Wu Jin looked down at the blue bricks below her knees, extremely shocked, her lips were slightly opened, and she looked at Zhao Shiheng from the corner of her eye, but could only see a silhouette of him kneeling on the ground, and the arch of his spine was trembling slightly.
Suppressing surprise or suppressing anger.
The trial and confrontation two years ago came to an end, and just when everyone was living peacefully and moving forward, suddenly another chapter continued at this time.
It was sudden for him, but for the emperor, it was planned for a long time - it was bright and naked, and he did not write a letter, and discussed it with his disciples to avoid leaking the news. He directly used the palace servants as envoys, secretly traveled to Kuanzhou, and read it out to everyone.
, tell the world.
After a long time, he heard Mo Qianlan's voice: "I thank God for his kindness."
Mo Qianlan thanked him calmly, and stood up without waiting for the order to speak. With him, everyone in the Mo family naturally followed suit, completely forgetting that Mo Lingfeng should express his gratitude the most.
The white-faced and beardless old eunuch had become a spirit and did not force the Mo brothers and sisters to show off. When Mo Qianlan reached out his hand, he immediately held out the imperial edict respectfully and handed it into Mo Qianlan's hands.
Mo Qianlan turned around, threw the imperial edict onto the incense table, strode into the main hall, first touched the outside of the teapot on the table, then picked up the teapot, stepped out of the threshold, walked down the steps, crossed the incense table, and arrived in front of the envoy.
Zhao Shiheng had been watching his every move. At this moment, when he saw that he was asking for tea, it was not like asking him for tea. His expression was half-smiling but not smiling, and his eyes were filled with resentment. He thought to himself that it was bad. Just as he was about to step forward, Mo Qianlan had already moved the big man.
The teapot was smashed on the emissary's head, and the warm tea inside poured all over his face.
"Zhang Chongfeng? Zhang Chongfeng!"
"Blood!"
"Jiedushi has injured the imperial envoy. Go quickly and go to the post office to inform the magistrate of Kuanzhou and the magistrate to write to your majesty!"
"Jiedushi despises the power of heaven!"
The emissary's servants, big and small, swarmed up and supported the emissary - Neidongmensi and the enshrined officer Zhang Yuanlin. Zhang was dizzy and tremblingly touched the sore spot on his forehead. He felt his hands were sticky and his eyes were scarlet, and he was shaking.
Down, fall straight back.
As soon as he fell down, Mo Jiedu's face was as white as paper, his teeth were clenched, and he twitched skillfully and fell to the ground.
"Jiedu Envoy!" Zhao Shiheng stepped forward, knelt down next to Mo Qianlan, and pinched his hand, "Yin Bei, go quickly and ask Zhao Yitie to come over, look at Zhang Xianfeng's injuries, and then give Mo Jiedu a visit.
Please check your brain and close the door of the house, don’t let anyone with bad intentions take advantage of it!”
He turned around and said to the people close to Zhang Chongfeng: "Kuanzhou is an important border area. Enemy countries often make trouble and cause chaos. You must not be careless."
Yin Bei flew away like an arrow from a string. This group of small Huangmen lost their backbone and could only wander around in circles, howling and screaming. Seeing Zhao Shiheng's grandiose words about closing the door of the mansion, they were unable to get out for a while.
, even more out of ideas.
Zhao Shiheng turned around and shouted: "Cheng Ting!"
Cheng Tingben was hiding in the flowers and trees. He was watching with fear when he was suddenly shouted out by Zhao Shiheng. He fell out and rolled behind the servants. With a gray head and a disgraced face, he crawled to Zhao Shiheng's side: "First, sir."
Zhao Shiheng made the best use of everything: "You lead Zhang to worship them and go to the central hall to rest and entertain them."
Cheng Ting has been studying for many years and has achieved outstanding results. He is able to make all kinds of friends and is even more proficient in paying for treats. As soon as he heard Zhao Shiheng's instructions, he immediately reached out and made a gesture of invitation, asking the little Huangmen to follow him with Zhang Chongfeng on their backs.
As soon as the imperial envoys left, the main hall was mostly empty. Zhao Shiheng and his servants picked up Mo Qianlan and walked out while ordering Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, send the girl to Jiusixuan."
Wu Jin responded. Under this series of rapid changes, he tried his best to calm himself down, walked quickly to Mo Lingfeng, and whispered: "Lingfeng, let's go."
Mo Lingfeng didn't move for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he reached out and took Wu Jin's hand, raised his head and asked him: "Where are you going?"
Wu Jin was startled - her eyes were blank, her face was as white as snow, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Her soul was like a trapped animal, running around helplessly in her body.
He took a deep breath, suppressed all the messy emotions on his face, smiled kindly, and said in a low voice, "Go to Jiusixuan."
Mo Lingfeng straightened her frown, straightened her back as much as possible, and walked slowly towards Jiusixuan. However, she was still flustered and felt very tired. Although it had only been one morning, she had exhausted all her energy.
of spirit.
Wu Jin asked her: "Are you thirsty?"
She shook her head and told Wu Jin: "My brother has epilepsy. Don't be afraid. I won't go to see him now. I will go when I feel better."
Wu Jin recalled the situation when Mo Jiedushi fell ill just now. He still remembered that his whole body was stiff and his muscles were exhausted. His gauze hat fell aside, his sick bones were wrapped in purple clothes, and his lonely ministers were restrained with gold belts.