There is a moon in the sky, the bright moon. The bright moonlight gently paved down www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, and the few poplars in the garden of the Xianju Garden were reflected very clearly. Looking at the poplar leaves swaying lightly in the wind, there was a trace of worry in my heart.

Mu He looked at the worried look on Li Muqi's face, and said slowly, "Will they be in danger tonight?"

"I don't know," Li Muqi shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know why, when I saw the moonlight tonight, a trace of worry suddenly rose in my heart." But I can't say why I'm worried. Lingering, shaking in the heart, but also flowing in the heart. ”

"Maybe it's not us you're worried about, it's about yourself. Mu He looked at Li Muqi's eyes and said, "You are afraid, afraid that they will not be able to see what you think in your heart tonight, worried that those things have been destroyed by them, and also worried that you will not be able to solve this matter as soon as possible." At this time, every accident, every change, every second of loss is a kind of torture and a kind of torment for you. Mu He's eyeballs climbed up a layer of red tide, and his voice was a little excited, "Because you know: we still have time to wait, but those Li people who are hungry and cold don't have much time to wait." They've already..." Tears finally wet Mu He's eyes, Mu He's voice was a little choked, "They can't stand it anymore, they can't wait, their bodies and minds are almost on the verge of the most dangerous." Just a small flame will cause an uproar, and I am afraid that no one will be able to save them at that time. ”

Li Muqi listened to Mu He's words quietly, and unconsciously, a tear crossed the corner of his mouth, and the bitter taste flowed on his lips. Between breaths, you can also smell a faint, bitter taste.

Li Muqi was really worried about this, and he really didn't have much certainty. If he was really hit by Mu Heyan, what should he do? His hand unnaturally touched a hard object -- it was a gold medal that Li Shuheng temporarily lent him for an adjustable military horse. This was his own talisman, but when he touched this cold gold medal at this time, he couldn't help but have a fear that he had never felt before: it was not only a talisman, but also his own talisman, if he couldn't solve this matter properly, tens of thousands of local Li people would definitely riot - he knew that the people of the criminal department would only behead the perpetrators here to show the people. They don't care if the people they beheaded are the ones who committed the crime, they are only here to give an explanation to the imperial court, and they have not given an explanation to the people of Limin, nor do they solve the fundamental problems for the people. If it is said to be resolved, it can only be temporarily relieved and the mood of the people will be eased a little. Soon after they patted their butts and left, tens of thousands of Li people would finally figure it out and speak their hearts, but at that time, there was no one to manage it, and a mob's fold would definitely be reported to the imperial court. I'm afraid that at that time, even if someone knows that there will be an inside story, it will be difficult to argue for them. The gold medal in Li Muqi's hand has become a lifeline for tens of thousands of Li people, and his hands will eventually be stained with innocent blood; when this subsides, he is afraid that he will also be impeached by hundreds of officials, and he will eventually lose everything he cherishes and cares about.

At this time, he couldn't tell whether he was saving tens of thousands of Li people or Li Muqi himself; he couldn't tell whether he was worried about tens of thousands of Li people or Li Muqi himself; he couldn't tell whether he was worried about the future of tens of thousands of Li people or Li Muqi himself. I don't know when the lives of those tens of thousands of Li people have been in the hands of Li Muqi, in his every judgment, and I don't know when, Li Muqi's fate has been linked with these Li people.

No matter what, Li Muqi's future is still in his own hands, but the fate of the tens of thousands of Li people is not in their own hands.

"You're right," Li Muqi sighed and said. "I'm afraid that at that time, I won't be able to save them, and I won't be able to save myself. ”

"At this time, I still have two things that I don't understand. Mu He sighed lightly and said, "The first thing is: why do you want to scold Luo Qiuhe, Mr. Luo? The other thing is, why did you send the two of them to check these grain stores, is this the key?"

These grain stores were indeed the crux of the case: the gold and silver had been hidden by them, in a place where he was afraid that he would not dare to go, and yet the lost grain was not as hideable as gold and silver, nor could it be placed anywhere. If they are distributed to the hungry, they are very reluctant to give up, and they always feel that if they do that, they will feel bitter in their hearts. And there is only one place that can solve this problem, but it can't be solved like that. If the hungry people do not get a little food, the court will investigate it, and someone will surely inform the court of this. By this time gold and silver had been protected and safe, and only those grains were bound to become the most dangerous things. The safest place is to keep them in the grain store, but not the safest place, only to exchange them for gold and silver. Li Muqi sighed and said, "I'm afraid they didn't expect that the news would reach the imperial court so quickly." I only hope that there is still a lot of grain that they are greedy for, and a large number of them are left in the grain stores and have not yet been disposed of. We have almost become a lifesaver for them, but we are also in the most dangerous situation. ”

"So how did they pacify the people?" said Muho curiously, with some concern in his words. "It's not going to be chaff. ”

"If it's just chaff, it's also a blessing for the people. But there will be a mixture of rotten grain and food that has been gnawed by rats and ants. It's just that those things cost them almost nothing. Li Muqi said with a painful look on his face, "It was Luo Qiuhe who proved this, but there was still some evidence." Looking at Mu He's red eyes, Li Muqi sighed. He continued, "Many innocent lives have been lost at their hands. ”

Li Muqi slowly raised his head, looked at the bright moon, his eyes were full of anger, and he said with hatred, "And they don't care about this, what they care about is the gold and silver they have obtained, but they can't use it at will." ”

"The reason why I scolded Luo Qiuhe like that was just to give him a pair of hands and feet, so that he would have less worries, and also to protect myself from being suspected by them and attract their attention and attention. Li Muqi put away the anger in his eyes, and then moved his gaze to Mu He and said softly. Li Muqi knew that his anger and coldness were facing those who he hated in his heart, not the people he cherished around him. Looking at Mu He's expression, he stretched out his hand, stroked her hair, and said softly, "At this moment, we have attracted their attention and have been completely exposed to their sight." If I don't do this, Luo Qiuhe and I don't turn against each other, and it will be difficult for him to do what is in his heart, and it will be difficult for him to solve the things I care about. Only by doing this scene will Luo Qiuhe not be cared about and cared about by them. ”

"Won't they doubt it, won't they realize it's just a play?"

"If you don't know, can you see what's wrong?"

Mu He shook his head, his eyes kept flashing: if he didn't already know that it was just a scene, he was afraid that he would already believe that it was a real scene. I can't help but think in my heart: if a thing is too perfect, it is inevitable that it is not designed in advance and arranged by others. If not, how can it be so real, how can it be so ideal, how can it be so coincidental, and there is not the slightest flaw.

The night breeze blew through the leaves in the corners, the dark green leaves, and there was a cold fear in them. The sound of "rustling" rushed left and right in the alley, and the gray bricks were full of scars left by the passage of time. It's as if there is a history in every gray brick - a history that no one cares about. What people care about is often the glorious moment, such a depressed time, always staying in the darkest corner, waiting for time to wash away. However, it is often the only time like this that is the most real time, without any polishing and embellishment.

Gorgeous, always after countless retouches, countless changes, and even countless times of destruction, and then repaired before the result, has lost the original innocence.

The willow branches swayed gently, shaking the relentless, cold night wind, as if they wanted to shake a trace of warmth, but in the end they were only disappointed, waiting.

Li Antong gently brushed away the extremely naughty willow branch that covered his eyes, and it was this naughty willow branch that allowed him to stay safely in the present, without being discovered by several fierce men who were patrolling around the courtyard.

Li Antong had been squatting on this willow tree for a whole hour, without the slightest movement or subtle movement. He is like the fruit of a tree, moving with the branches and the wind. A pair of eyes like a bright moon watched everything around him tightly, always paying attention to those extremely strong and terrifying big men - although in Li Antong's eyes, there was no difference between them and a lamb wearing a layer of tiger skin, but they could frighten other uninvited guests. They are meant to frighten those who only have what they seem, but not what they are. If the people in the world are like Li Antong, I am afraid that they will only bark a few times like dogs.

There is no trace of tiredness on his face, nor a trace of uneasiness, just like a Buddha statue, looking at the good and evil of the world with his eyes open. There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, laughing at the big men, and also laughing at the biting cold wind tonight.

The night wind finally blew out the last candle, and when the candlelight was extinguished, Li Antong turned into a ghost, jumping down from the willow tree in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the figure melted into the night, and it was difficult to find half a minute. It happened so fast that no one saw him, no one heard a sound, only the constant sound of the wind still walking in the night sky and playing in the courtyard.