The Manchu Dynasty knew that the clan relatives had a deep relationship with the King of Wei, among which the King of Jiyang County was the worst.

When the King of Wei stayed in Beijing and did not go to the domain, the King of Jiyang County contributed a lot.

The king of Jiyang is the only surviving brother of the same mother of His Majesty, the east plaque of the county king's mansion "Anle" two words, is His Majesty's own hand, the king of Jiyang county in the early years of the back had sores that did not heal, is known as a paste prescription of the Kyoto doctor cured, under the joy of the dragon face, give this doctor a scarlet robe and fish bag, the doctor did not accept it, beat the horse and left Beijing, I don't know where to go.

The brotherhood is deep, and the King of Wei has benefited a lot from it.

There is a marriage between the clan relatives and the courtiers, and if the king of Jiyang County falls, the clan relatives will no longer be the help of the king of Wei.

King Wei didn't care about Zongtian, Lu Mi, and the treasury, these were just tools for the game, he glanced at Wu Jin, pinched the tea cup with his fingers, and slowly tightened it.

If Wu Jin can't be used for himself, he can only get rid of it.

The cool breeze blows the murderous heart, the moonlight enters the room through the curtains, the lights shake, and the walls are full of light.

King Wei let go of his hand and sighed with a smile: "Then I will finish my words here, farewell."

He got up and walked out, Wu Jin got up to see him off, and when he was at the door, he said to King Wei: "Since the prince knows the inside story, in the Hanlin Garden, I also ask the prince to take a leave of absence for me for two days, and when my hand injury is healed, I will go to the dormitory."

King Wei nodded in response, left with his entourage, Wu Jin bolted the door, returned to the house, drank the leftover tea just now, picked up two cakes and ate them, and the burning hunger in his stomach finally stopped.

He went out to ask the old servant to wipe his head and face, he went to sleep in the room, tossed and turned, but could not sleep, and when he was ready, he simply got up and dressed, went to the courtyard, sat down on a bamboo chair, and looked up at the night.

In the middle of the moon, it was cold in early autumn, and the locust trees were blown by the wind, and the leaves fell one after another, over the door wall, and into the courtyard, floating in the moonlight like water.

He had not been at home for a long time, and at this time his hands were injured, and he could not use the pen, so he sat for a while, and when his body was cold, and the wound on his back was no longer burning, he brought a brazier, a small table, and an oil lamp.

Lighting the fuel lamp and placing it on the small table, he took out the gold foil paper accumulated at home during the Midyear Festival, put it on his lap, and slowly moved his fingers to fold the gold foil paper into a small gold ingot.

One by one, the gold ingots were stacked next to the brazier, and after folding the gold leaf, he crouched down and lit one into the fire.

The fire burst into flames, and he threw a second and a third......

The fire in the pot gradually outweighed the moonlight, engulfing the darkness at an astonishing speed, and Wu Jin's face was hot from the fire, but he did not retreat.

Throwing the gold ingots into the fire one by one, he recited for the soldiers who died in battle: "Thousands of heads are cut off. Thousands of shapes. The devil is not guilty. There are no goblins. Sanguan Beiyu. Ghost camp in the Ming Inspection. There is no room for concealment. Golden Horse Stage. The proclamation is endless. Listen to the gods. Five Emperors of the Three Realms. Listed words are clear. Conversion. Successfully send the Heavenly Venerable."

There were not many gold ingots, and they were soon burned out, the fire in the pot was extinguished, the broken gold gradually turned into cold ashes, and only a faint light was left in the courtyard, illuminating a dark figure.

Wu Jin sat back on the bamboo chair, knowing that this little bit of gold ingots could not comfort the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in battle, and his chest was suffocated, and then he thought of Mo Lingfeng's arrow wound, which became more and more unbearable.

He hid her in his heart, and as she galloped on her horse, her dark red sleeves flew high, and like a monstrous fire, it swallowed him.

What happened to her injuries?

Who's with her?

The seriousness and gentleness on his face vanished at this moment, and it was only in vain.

The sound of the wind whimpered, like the sound of Xun in his ears, he hated to take out his eyes, put them on the clouds, and be blown by the wind, and go to Kuanzhou, thousands of miles away, to see Mo Lingfeng.

He closed his eyes and hid the sourness in his eyes.

Tears in Kyoto, it is a thing that needs to be forgiven, and the emperor's Wu Desi, the eyes of the dark places, are all around, never leaving, and he needs to be cautious in everything he says and does.

The next day, Kyoto was still full of joy.

Wu Jin did not go to the court, went to the Luodeng Temple alone, for the fallen soldiers to worship the lantern, and in front of the Buddha silent for a long time, on the way back, I heard that the emperor had issued an edict, ordering Mo Lingfeng to enter Beijing within a month to be sealed, and the military affairs were temporarily handed over to Tan Xuan.

The emperor was afraid that Tan Xuan would not be able to handle all matters in the army, so he transferred two deputy commanders of the garrison from Jeju to Kuanju to assist Tan Xuan.

Ten days later, the Kyoto envoy arrived in Kuanzhou, and Tan Xuan, the governor of Kuanzhou, arrived in Gaopingzhai with the envoy and the two deputy commanders. net

Mo Lingfeng did not seem surprised by this edict, and did not hesitate at all, entrusting Tan Xuan with all the important tasks of the general, and unexpectedly left Yin Nan.

She took a hundred women's soldiers, as well as the nomadic Qing who had little military achievements, and Xiao Dou, who was not very bright, and brought the list of military achievements to Kyoto.

When he left the fortress, Zell sent him off with everyone, and when he crossed the Shuo River, Mo Lingfeng suddenly stopped his horse, called him forward, and took out his Xun from his waist and gave it to him: "When I am here, you are not free to blow in the fortress, and when I go to Kyoto, you can blow enough."

Zell took it in his hand and asked, "When will you be back?"

Mo Lingfeng smiled: "Come and go, let alone two months, after I leave, you can blow as much as you want."

Zell was not grateful for the little freedom she had granted, and even Gao Pingzhai was unbearable by Mo Lingfeng's departure.

After such a long period of confinement, if it weren't for Mo Lingfeng's deterrence, he would have tried his best to leave.

He moved his mouth and didn't say a word.

Mo Lingfeng looked at Yin Nan, who was glaring at Xiao Dou.

Xiao Dou mistakenly recognized his anger as *** fire, smiled with joy, and Nomad Qing watched from the side, almost turning his eyeballs out of his sockets.

Mo Lingfeng asked Yin Nan, "I told you not to be rash, do you remember?"

Yin Nan retracted his gaze and nodded, "Remember."

Mo Lingfeng put it down at this time, and under the repeated urging of the envoy, he beat the horse and pulled out.

Time is pressing, a group of people along the official road to do a hurry, every time they arrive at a pavilion, they will spend the night to rest, although Mo Lingfeng only brought a hundred women's army, but the military discipline is strict, the action is as fast as thunder, and when resting quietly, all the way forward, there is no chaos.

Until leaving Jeju and entering Beijing along the Luoshui, the pavilion is located on the wharf, which has just been burned by fire, and only a few wooden shelves have not fallen, and there is no shop in front of the village and behind the village, and the group can only be scattered in the inn on the wharf

At this time, it was already freezing, and it was extremely cold after nightfall, Mo Lingfeng stood by the window, wrapped in clothes, and watched the situation on the dock.

There were a few fires reflected on the surface of the Luoshui River, the wind and water wrinkled, the reflection of the firelight was scattered, and several fishing boats shook lightly, pressing out the ripples in circles.

Nomad Qing knocked on the door and came in, and said in a low voice, "General, I have checked it all and I haven't seen any suspicious characters."

Mo Lingfeng said "um": "Take Xiao Dou and go out to see, this place is too narrow."

She lifted her feet and walked out.

The wharf was very narrow, the streets were lined with foot shops and restaurants, and the inns where they lived were also crowded, and in such a narrow place, if they were attacked, there would be many people everywhere - she knew that the end of life and death was not over, and the burning down of the pavilion here was an excellent place to do it.

Xiao Dou waited outside, and the three of them went out of the inn together, Mo Lingfeng turned his head to look at the street, and saw that the shops on both sides were lined up, and the oil lamps were from near to far, revealing a faint yellow firelight, illuminating the white gas churning out of the pot.