There was three points of impatience in Zhao Shiheng's tone, and Wu Jin immediately realized that the envoy was not good-how could the Son of Heaven be good when he mobilized the people.

It is rare for the Jiedu envoy, who is far away in Kuanzhou, to receive an edict from the Son of Heaven, and to come all the way from the envoy to announce the decree.

In addition, when the envoy came to Kuanzhou, the prefect of Zhizhou should be connected to the city and wash the dust in the pavilion, but this time he went straight to the Jiedu Embassy, and only sent an inner servant to deliver the message, as if he was afraid that Mo Qianlan would make a move in advance.

Zhao Shiheng sent Mo Lingfeng away to change his clothes, thought about it for a while, and took Wu Jin to the front hall together, Cheng Ting saw that people were gone, leaving only himself in Jiusixuan, and he also thought about it seriously, found a small path, and slipped away to the front hall.

In the main hall of the front hall, the incense case has been placed, and the servants are busy, burning incense, sweeping away dust, preparing tea, and placing fruits.

Originally, I had to place a feast, but the stove collapsed, and it couldn't be repaired for a while, so I couldn't do a big job, so I could only go outside to call for a banquet.

All busyness was short-lived, and incense burned on the incense table, and the servants fell silent and stood on their own.

Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng to stand under the corridor of the flower hall, drowning in the crowd, waiting wordlessly.

Mo Qianlan stood in front of the main hall, wearing a rare official uniform, purple waist and yellow, wide robe and wide sleeves, stacked on top of each other, piling him up like white jade, with long wings and head not moving at all, without revealing the slightest emotion.

Mo Lingfeng stood beside him, changed into a new dress that he had never worn, his face was washed vigorously, his face was flushed, and the rest remained unchanged.

In less than a moment, Yin Bei hurriedly walked in and reported the arrival of Mo Qianlan's envoy.

Mo Qianlan flicked his sleeves and led everyone to kneel on the ground - the sleeves were flicked, and he couldn't wait to pull the envoy back to Kyoto with one sleeve.

Even if the breeze on his sleeves was clear, he couldn't turn the tide, and only disrupted the smoke in the golden incense burner, and then rose up again.

The envoy led a large and small cadre to come in, and when he saw that the pomp and circumstance were all in place, he did not talk nonsense, and began to read the edict:

The system said: The daughter of the Mo family, soft and graceful, Su Duanfang, I inherited the legacy of Emperor Zong, loved the Mo family, spoiled it, and could be named the lord of Zhenyang County, the house of the palace, and lived in me for a long time.

When the voice of the envoy landed, Mo Mansion was silent, not even the wind moved, Mo Qianlan bowed his head to the ground, and no one could see what he was thinking.

Wu Jin looked down at the green bricks under his knees, extremely shocked, his lips opened slightly, and he looked at Zhao Shiheng with his peripheral vision, but he could only see a silhouette of him kneeling on the ground, and the amplitude of the arch of his spine was trembling slightly, I don't know whether he was suppressed in shock or anger.

The temptation and confrontation two years ago came to an end, and just when everyone was living peacefully and moving forward separately, they suddenly continued another chapter at this time.

In he is abrupt, Yu is in the Son of Heaven, but it has been planned for a long time - bright and naked, not discussed by the Chinese book and the door, so as not to leak the news, directly by the palace attendants as an envoy, secretly to Kuanzhou, read it out to the public, and announce it to the world.

After a long time, he heard Mo Qianlan's voice: "Thank you." ”

Mo Qianlan's unfazed thanksgiving, without waiting for the envoy to speak, stood up by himself - with him, the whole Mo Mansion naturally followed suit, completely forgetting that Mo Lingfeng should be most grateful.

The white-faced bearded old eunuch had already become a fine, and he did not force the Mo family brothers and sisters to be pretentious, and when he saw Mo Qianlan stretching out his hand, he immediately respectfully took out the edict and handed it to Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan turned around, casually threw the holy decree on the incense case, 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 case, and arrived in front of the envoy.

Zhao Shiheng has been staring at his every move, at this time, seeing that he is not asking for tea, his expression is also like a smile, his eyes are even more resentful, and he secretly said in his heart, just about to step forward, Mo Qianlan has already smashed the big teapot on the envoy's head, and the warm tea inside poured the envoy's face.

"Zhang Offering? Zhang enshrined! ”

"Blood!"

"The envoy of the festival has injured the envoy, go quickly, go to the pavilion, and inform the governor and prefect of Kuanzhou, Your Majesty Songwen!"

"The Ruler of the Ruler despises the power of heaven!"

The large and small attendants of the imperial envoys flocked to the envoy - the inner east door division, the enshrinement official Zhang Yuanlin, Zhang Xianfeng was dizzy, trembling and trembling to touch the sore spot on his forehead, only to feel that the tentacles were sticky, full of scarlet, shook twice, and fell straight back.

As soon as he fell, Mo Jiedu's face was as white as paper, his teeth were clenched, and he also fell to the ground skillfully twitching.

"Jie Du Envoy!" Zhao Shiheng stepped forward with an arrow, knelt down beside Mo Qianlan, and pinched his people hard, "Yin Bei, go and ask Zhao Yi to post it, show Zhang Fengfeng his injury, and then give Mo Jiedu a look at his brain, close the door of the mansion, don't let people with a heart take advantage of the loophole!" ”

He turned his head and said to the people close to Zhang Fengfeng: "Kuanzhou is a border and important place, and there are often enemy countries that make trouble, so you must not be careless." ”

Yin Bei was like an arrow from the string, rushing away, this class of little yellow doors lost their backbone, only to know that the group was spinning around, howling nonsense, seeing Zhao Shiheng closing the door of the mansion said that it was high-sounding, and he couldn't get out for a while, let alone have no idea.

Zhao Shiheng turned his head and shouted: "Cheng Ting! ”

Cheng Tingben was hiding in the flowers and trees, and his heart was beating when he was watching, and he was suddenly called by Zhao Shiheng, fell out, rolled straight behind the servants, and crawled to Zhao Shiheng's side with a disgraced face and a rolling belt: "First, sir." ”

Zhao Shiheng made the best use of his things: "You lead Zhang to worship them to the middle hall to rest, so that they can be entertained." ”

Cheng Ting has studied for many years, has made remarkable achievements, can make all kinds of friends, and is more proficient in paying for treats, as soon as he heard Zhao Shiheng's instructions, he immediately stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and asked the little yellow men to carry Zhang Xianfeng with him.

As soon as the envoy left, most of the front of the main hall was empty, Zhao Shiheng and the servants set up Mo Qianlan, and while walking out, they instructed Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, send the girl to Jiusixuan." ”

Wu Jin responded, and under this series of rapid changes, he tried his best to calm himself, walked quickly to Mo Lingfeng's side, and said in a low voice: "Yefeng, let's go." ”

Mo Lingfeng didn't move for a long time, and after recovering from his senses, he reached out to hold Wu Jin's hand, looked up and asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

Wu Jin was startled - her eyes were distracted, her face was snow-white, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, sticking to her forehead, and her soul was like a trapped beast, running helplessly in her body.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the messy emotions on his face, smiled kindly, and at the same time said in a low voice: "Go to Jiusixuan." ”

Mo Lingfeng's tightly knit brows flattened a little, straightened her back as much as she could, and slowly swallowed towards Jiu Sixuan, but she was still flustered and felt very tired—although it had only been a morning, she had exhausted all her energy.

Wu Jin asked her, "Are you thirsty?" ”

She shook her head, and then told Wu Jin: "My brother has epilepsy, don't be afraid, I won't go to see him now, and I'll go when I'm not uncomfortable." ”

Wu Jin recalled the situation when Mo Jiedu became ill, and still remembered that he was stiff, his muscles were exhausted, his gauze hat fell to the side, his purple clothes were wrapped in sick bones, and the gold belt was binding Guchen.

Like a dead corpse.