In Meng Yang's desperate eyes, those servants were all controlled, and even he himself had no chance to fight back, so he was invited back to the mansion by Luo Kunyu.

said that it was to prevent someone from maliciously destroying Yangcheng's Wenhui, but Meng Yang could clearly feel that this was Mo Qian's minions to be exposed, and he even felt that Mo Qian was not only blocking his own transportation of illicit salt this time, but even Yangcheng's power, he did not intend to let go.

It's just that under absolute force, he is useless as the nominal second-in-command of Yangcheng, not to mention, it is still the number one in command of Yangcheng who holds the military power now, and he really can't afford to have any thoughts of resisting, or rather, he doesn't dare.

And the crowd of onlookers on the side, the incident happened between the lightning and flint, and many people have not yet figured out the cause and effect of the matter, but after listening to Mo Qian's announcement that the poetry meeting can be carried out normally, they didn't pay much attention to it, which is in line with their hearts.

As for the affairs between Mo Qian and these officials, under the charm of Mo Jushi, they can't make up any talking points.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the painting boat in the center again, because at this time, the interrupted poetry meeting started again, and I don't know if Mo Jushi was affected by these people.

But in the interrupted time, another word was handed out in the painting boat, needless to say, and it caused a burst of snatching from everyone in quyi.

People outside are lamenting that Mo Jushi is really a ghost, but only Nangong Qingxuan inside the painting boat is lamenting that Mo Qian's poems are all mass-produced......

At this time, the matter has been resolved, and there is a leader in Yangcheng who personally goes out, and everyone will naturally not pay attention to these trivial matters, and now for these readers, those freshly baked poems are the protagonists.

And for those who are involved in the surrounding area, it is the right way to achieve their own goals, so the Oiran do everything they can to grab the eyeballs, and the hawkers open their voices to sell, and the previous things are as if they did not exist.

It's just that everyone didn't know that at this time, there was an angry person who stared at Mo Qian's distant eyes, and then turned his head to stare at the painting boat in the center, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

This person is Wen Zhaoyun who shot before, but he was shot into the water by Nangong Qingxuan, and he was still in a daze when he was fished up by Ding Lian, but now he has changed into dry clothes, and he has just sobered up, and he was shocked by Mo Qian's back move.

"It turns out that I have been kept in the dark all the time, Mo Qian's son is really insidious and vicious, and the backhands are continuous, all blame me for being impulsive, and I almost fell for his scheme!"

Wen Zhaoyun clenched his teeth and whispered to himself.

Ding Lian held the hot tea at this time, and heard Wen Zhaoyun's self-talk, so he couldn't help but interject: "Alas, Wen Daxia, you are really reckless this time, this Mo Qian is not a good match, we should plan carefully before making a move." ”

"That's my junior sister, now that the relationship with Mo Qian is getting closer and closer, I am about to be deceived by him, how can I sit idly by?!"

Wen Zhaoyun's eyes widened, he originally thought that Nangong Qingxuan was just using Mo Qian, but he didn't expect that he would help Mo Qian fight for power, and even hurt himself, how could he bear it?

Ding Lian handed the tea in his hand to Wen Zhaoyun, thought for a moment and said: "Wen Daxia, this Mo Qian is really tight, I originally thought that with Lord Meng's move, he would definitely die, but I didn't expect him to use Meng Yang to set up a bureau to lure him into the bait, and now he also controls Yangcheng, and he is in power, if we want to move him, we really have to plan well." ”

Wen Zhaoyun took the tea, regardless of the hot tea, took a big gulp, and finally felt a trace of warmth rising up his body, and his brain finally cleared up a little.

"If you think about it, you have a point. But that Mo Qian is just a dog official who relies on the power of the imperial court after all, and I naturally can't confront him head-on.

Speaking of self-protection ability, apart from my junior sister, only the guards around him can show their hands, and when I summon the masters of the sect to come and lure away the guards, Mo Qian will not have to worry about it! ”

Or not...... Let's leave this matter at that, shall we? Anyway, you are a person in the rivers and lakes, so Mo Qian can't do anything about you, just act as if nothing has happened. ”

Although Ding Lian hated Mo Qian in his heart, his profit-seeking personality made him go back to weigh the pros and cons more after removing the spirit in his heart, and now it was obvious that he had failed to deal with Mo Qian, and it also made Mo Qian's strength soar.

If you still want to deal with Mo Qian rashly, especially under the leadership of Wen Zhaoyun, you will definitely lose more than you lose, and you may even catch yourself, so Ding Lian already wants to withdraw, what is wrong with doing something, why do you have to die?

"Humph!" Wen Zhaoyun slammed the teacup on the table and looked at Ding Lian with a sneer, "It's not unreasonable for the world to look down on you businessmen, greedy for life and afraid of death, chasing fame and fortune, and when you encounter a little thing, you only know how to shrink your head and be a king."

That Mo Qian bullied you three times and twice, you don't want to take revenge, and now you have the confidence to say that I will be a turtle with you? ”

Wen Zhaoyun paused and continued: "Don't want me to give up like this, you just take a good look, Mo Qian, you will definitely die at my hands." ”

The corners of Ding Lian's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak after all.

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Changzhou, a courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

The courtyard is not large, about the size of a moderately wealthy family, but it is unusually quiet.

And the patrols are quite strict, the cold light is cold, and the guards who come and go are staggered, but there is only the sound of "chirping" footsteps, and even the breath of breathing is controlled to a minimum.

The aura of slaughter spread in this small courtyard, like a small military castle.

Inside, although not as neat as outside, the tension has not diminished in the slightest, but has intensified. Sitting at the top was a man in his forties, unsmiling.

The gaze swept over the faces of many people, until it made people feel like an iron brush slashing, and their cheeks hurt a little, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath carefully.

"Who will explain to me why the salt in Yangcheng has not arrived yet?" This person is Sheng Hongji, the general under Wang Shun, and the leader of Wang Shun's forces in Changzhou.

Although Wang Shun's main forces are still in the land of Yuzhang, and Changzhou is still nominally a territory of Daqi, Sheng Hongji has infiltrated here many years ago to develop and expand his strength.

And the local officials are afraid of the strength of the other party, and they only turn a blind eye to these things, and if this continues, it will be a matter of time before Changzhou is annexed or even marched into Yangcheng.