The three words "two hundred guan" were louder than gold, and the people who smashed them were dizzy, almost thinking that they were in a dream - two hundred guan!

They only have 200 wen a month, and sometimes they can't send it, and they have to send half of it to their homes, and they can't save it in a year.

Mo Qianlan didn't look at the ecstasy on the soldier's face, and stretched out his hand to Yin Bei and said, "Go, carry all the boxes." ”

The ecstasy overwhelmed the soldiers' minds, and they forgot that the cash box was so heavy, that there was no peace car, that it was only by manpower, and that the coachman carried it, and that all kinds of strange things were completely forgotten, and they were just happy to go out.

The coachmen had a box, first lifted a part of the camphor wood box, and placed it in the grass hall, Yin Bei stepped forward to open a box, which was copper-colored and yellow, and under the light of the torch, it was immediately yellow and dazzling.

The soldiers were already lined up for the reward, and at this time they could not help but stick their heads out to see the situation in the box.

No one noticed that the coachman took out the sharp knife from his sleeve, stood behind the soldier, and mercilessly wiped it on the soldier's neck, and in an instant, the blood was soaked in the mud.

Zhao Shiheng never knew that death could be so silent.

The tip of his nose lingered with a foul stench, which penetrated into his body from his seven orifices, into his bones and blood, and burned into his soul, and could not atone for his sins for the rest of his life.

Since the murder failure of the Son of Heaven two years ago, Mo Qianlan learned that Jinshang intended to let Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing, and he Zhao Shiheng made plans to send the Mo family to the beginning of revival with a bloody road.

He turned his head and glanced at Mo Qianlan.

The smell also adhered to Mo Qianlan's crown, hair, and clothes with the wind, Mo Qianlan couldn't help but reach out to rub his forehead, and pinched the mountain roots hard, because he had a great headache, and he had no time to care about what he felt in his heart.

The coachmen killed people cleanly, and went to peel off the cloth armor on the corpse, and did not care about the blood on the cloth armor.

This group of butchers are all tall and big, with tigers on their backs, and the corpses lying on the ground claim to be elite soldiers, but in fact they are uneven, all of them are high, low, fat and thin, and the cloth armor is changed back and forth, and in the end, there are still so many dozen coachmen who are overstretched, which is very ridiculous.

The little man who slipped out of Mo Lingfeng's side was dressed very well, and turned his head to look at Yin Bei: "That's it." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, two sharp teeth appeared.

"Okay," Yin Bei pestled the two coachmen who were laughing at each other with his scabbard, and promised with a smile, "Go back and get a few new ones." ”

He even asked this group of "elite soldiers" to get the corpses out, and when there were only living people left in the grass hall again, the "elite soldiers" stood back in high spirits, lined up neatly, and carried knives at their waists, becoming veritable elite soldiers.

The camphor wood box also opened its mouth wide, revealing its wealth.

The little man was in the middle of this group of tall martial artists, the small one was like a bean, but it was not an ordinary man, but it was their upper peak, standing at the forefront, supporting the ground with a knife, kneeling on one knee, showing two tiger teeth in his mouth, and shouting: "The head of the Dingyuan army is nomadic Qing see the Jiedu envoy!" ”

The other elite soldiers then knelt on the ground, opened their mouths, and made a voice like a bell: "Subordinates see the Jiedu envoy." ”

Mo Qianlan already had a headache, after this earth-shattering visit, his mind was even more boiling, and he couldn't stop buzzing, but two blushes surged on his pale face, he supported the armrest of the chair with both hands, and stood up excitedly: "Okay." ”

Zhao Shiheng immediately got up and helped him.

Under his support, Mo Qianlan walked towards Nomad Qing, picked him up, and patted Nomad Qing on the shoulder: "Dingyuan Army, You Dutou!" Good! ”

When the Mo family was based on the ten states in the northwest, it was called the "Fuyuan Army", and Mo Qianlan changed it to the "Dingyuan Army".

This small group of Dingyuan Army, receiving the Mo family's military salary, and the family members are supported by the Mo family, loyal, like a needle inserted into a dripping fortress, opening up a road to heaven for Mo Lingfeng in the future.

This is Zhao Shiheng's plan, Mo Qianlan's plan - the two of them work all day long, they are vigilant, and they finally have enlightenment, and the only one who can resist the imperial power is the military power.

From raising private soldiers two years ago, to strengthening the thieves in Jia County, to instigating the thieves to loot the pavilion, to borrowing 100 soldiers to suppress bandits, and then to this soldier is not another soldier, every step has been in accordance with the established steps.

Even Wu Jin is on their chessboard - who else but Wu Jin will risk death to deliver the letter?

They paved the road of corpses and mountains and seas for Mo Lingfeng, the two of them are guilty of sin, and they will fall into the mud and pear hell after death, and they will never be reborn, but Mo Lingfeng can move forward cleanly.

Mo Qianlan bent down and took out the usual copper coin from the camphor wood box, and handed it to the nomadic Qing with his own hands: "Reward, two hundred yuan per person!" Bring the wine out and drink to your heart's content! ”

The Dingyuan army cheered, and the noise was in full swing, and someone took out countless jars of fine wine from the cellar, set up a fire to roast and eat meat, although the nomadic Qing was small, the amount of wine and food was unrivaled, and these two things alone could subdue this group of martial artists.

When the grass hall was shouting five and six, Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng and went down the mountain with Zhao Shiheng.

They still have a lot of things to do, these hundred elite soldiers have changed their appearance, and the people in the fortress are neither deaf nor blind, so they can naturally see through it at a glance, and if they want to hide from the world, they still need to create an opportunity.

Mo Qianlan couldn't even go back to Kuanzhou with Mo Lingfeng.

The fortress belongs to Kuanzhou, under the pretext of suppressing bandits, and the troops are stationed with this, he still has to go to deal with the governor of Jeju, Mo Lingfeng no longer enters Beijing with Zhang Feng, and he also wants to give Zhang Fengfeng an explanation.

There are also autumn grains.

He didn't intend to occupy the autumn grain, but he still had to make a joke, saying that the thief divided it into several shares and hid the autumn grain, and now the soldiers are searching for the bandits.

He had no objection to staying in Jeju to deal with the aftermath, but he was reluctant to let Mo Lingfeng go, and carried Mo Lingfeng all the way to the carriage, his tired waist was almost broken, and after putting it down, he held Mo Lingfeng's hand tightly.

Zhao Shiheng saw that the two of them were inseparable like a chained boat, so he acted as wicked people, tore their brother and sister apart, and stuffed Mo Lingfeng into the carriage in one go.

Although Mo Lingfeng was reluctant to give up, he was very willing to go home, so he didn't linger too much with his brother, and simply left neatly.

And Mo Qianlan returned to the Heshan County Pavilion and brought joy and sorrow to others.

Zhang was worried.

Mo Qianlan did not obey the edict, refused to let Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing, and bluntly said that he would write to His Majesty to ask for guilt, but Mo Qianlan would not be guilty, but he would be guilty.

The Son of Heaven and the Mo family are already like fire and water, and they can't accumulate, but the Son of Heaven should be Yao Shun, and he naturally wants the monarch and the minister to help each other on the face, and call on Du Yu, the Son of Heaven can't anger others, but he still needs one person to bear his anger, he is this royal punching bag.

The other two people were also worried-the Jeju Governor was in charge of the Jeju Xiang Army, and the Jeju Governor was in charge of each county, governing one side, and the two had such great authority that they allowed the Niujiling bandits to run rampant, resulting in the destruction of the autumn grain escorted by Kuanju, the fire in the pavilion, and the death of 75 students who rushed to take the exam, including Wu Jin and Wang Jinghua, only five survived.

The rest of the dead and wounded were not to mention, not to mention the bandits who robbed and demanded gold, and their rampant attitude was shocking to the world.

Impotent.

Incompetent!