Wu Jin is the same as the Hanlin scholars around him, he is in a scarlet robe, but the prince can see him at a glance among the many civil officials.

This person is young and handsome, full of talent, and should be in a radiant state, but he has a palean ancient meaning, like a silent mountain, holding the smoke gently, and like a lake with unrippling water, hiding a turbulent undercurrent.

Such a character, as an official in the court, can not only understand His Majesty's mind, but also stand out for the people, slick and without losing means, he is really a character.

Since he is a character, he must be able to investigate His Majesty's intentions, his clan is weak, and the country is peaceful, that is, when the good bow is hidden, why doesn't Wu Jin take precautions and plan a way out for himself?

Under the scorching sun, the prince's eyes were scorching, thoughtful, and he actually wanted to take Wu Jin for his own use.

As the East Palace, there is only a struggle for power with His Majesty - for the monarch, the taboo prince is ruthless, and the friends are full of the dynasty, so he must bring out other sons to check and balance, and those who are in the East Palace, if they want to sit firmly in the position of the prince, they must have their own henchmen.

In the long run, there was no relationship between father and son, only suspicion, mustard, and defense, so that the vassal king took advantage of the situation and took away the position of the prince.

He needs a smart person like Wu Jin - benevolent, sensitive, scheming, prudent, and helpless.

And it will never turn back.

The prince had the idea of recruiting talents, withdrew his gaze, walked down the city tower, and continued to wait.

In the silence, everyone quietly looked up from time to time, and when the sun rose higher and higher, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose from a distance, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.

Two sides of soap-colored high teeth in the eyes of the first to show in the eyes of the people, hunting sound, on the big silk, only a golden "Mo" word, the dragon flying phoenix dance, majestic, unrestrained, straight on the flag.

When the prince saw these two banners, his heart flashed with the anger of the former emperor and wanted to take down the Mo family brothers and sisters.

In the blink of an eye, several thoughts passed through his mind, but his expression was obscured by the crown, and no one knew it.

Immediately after, he saw Mo Lingfeng on the horse.

The scenery beside the road has not yet withered, Huang Ju Danfeng, awe-inspiring standing, Mo Lingfeng wears a hood, a cluster of red tassels is inserted on the top, wearing a five-color intermediary, thick green is the nail pattern, red brocade is the edge, the green silk is the skirt, the red silk ribbon is flying, a gold collar is illuminated by the sun, and the golden light is flashing.

Inside the armor, there was a white narrow-sleeved gown, with a flower cluster woven with silver thread on the skirt, a knife at her waist, and when she walked forward with a bridle, the beautiful autumn scenery on both sides of the road was all pressed down by her.

Only two of the guards behind her were men, and the rest of the entourage were all women, dressed like Mo Lingfeng.

The hundred officials who were waiting here suddenly had an incredible feeling. Look at the book

Mo Lingfeng and the Women's Army have long been rumored in Kyoto, and even attracted many women in Beijing to dress up as men and go in and out with a bold attitude.

They thought that the same was true of the Women's Army, women dressed as men, rude and arrogant - even though they were women's soldiers, they were still trying to imitate the words and deeds of men, so as to occupy a place among men and impress men.

They didn't expect that the women's army was similar to a man in addition to its armor, and it was a natural daughter.

Mo Lingfeng got closer, and his face became clearer and clearer, a face that was thrillingly young.

She turned over and dismounted, and greeted His Royal Highness the Prince.

The two of them both behaved coyly, one thanked the emperor for his grace, and the other thanked the general for guarding the border pass, and after the pretentiousness, they walked hand in hand and entered the city.

Mo Lingfeng only brought a hundred women's troops to come, and there was no need to be stationed outside the city, so he could enter Beijing with Mo Lingfeng, but he didn't have to enter the palace and be resettled.

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin were only twenty steps apart, but their eyes never met, and the short distance was like a moat.

Wu Jin walked around with his colleagues, his hands clenched into fists, hidden in his sleeves, and his face was the same as that of others, all smiling and full of joy.

However, the moment his gaze touched Mo Lingfeng, his blood boiled all over his body, and it hit his bones and flesh hard, humming and reverberating.

All his caution and exhaustion in Kyoto are insignificant and not worth mentioning at this moment.

Bustling Kyoto in his heart

withered and shattered, the Forbidden Palace collapsed, everything was insignificant, and only the Mo Lingfeng who carried all the good things of his youth remained.

It turns out that the love of my youth is the imprint left in the blazing fire, which will never fade.

In those years, the sound of the night moon, the beating of horses in the pasture, the fun of fasting, the call of the autumn exam, the examination tickets sent before the spring, and the enthusiasm of the snowy night, even the hell karma fire, could not be burned.

In his heavy life, apart from this enthusiasm, it is a barrenness.

The joy could not be suppressed, not at the corners of his lips, but on the tips of his eyebrows, and when the wind swept over the decaying grass on the roadside, it was full of affection.

He had to walk with his head down, his eyebrows lowered, but fortunately, everyone around him was happy, and no one noticed the difference.

King Wei walked behind the crown prince, and also looked at Mo Lingfeng from time to time - His Majesty's thoughts, he was like watching the fire, His Majesty didn't want to keep her, he was willing to enter the game, solve problems for His Majesty, and also seek a future for himself.

He has seen Mo Leaf, and then he has seen the people brought by Mo Leaf.

The two guards are not outstanding, one is stupid and big, the other is a dwarf winter melon, and I don't know which one is Dou Lanhua and which one is Nomad Qing.

On the list, Dou Lanhua's achievements are outstanding, but they are not top-notch, and Nomad Qing has almost no military exploits.

The group had different thoughts, entered the city, the honor guard surrounded the prince, the forbidden army escorted the general Guide who came from afar, and the hundred officials followed, the momentum was huge, unprecedented.

The lights on both sides of the street were colorful, and the people in the city watched from the road, and the people became water, from the ground to the walls, trees, and tiles, and they were all stunned when they saw such a young female general.

Immediately, the general's eyebrows and phoenix eyes were like paint, which was completely different from what they thought!

The crowd was in an uproar.

And Mo Lingfeng didn't care about the thousands of eyes, only looked at the Xuande Gate of the Forbidden Palace that was getting closer and closer.

Xuande gate pier platform is unreachable, the dragon and phoenix are engraved between the bricks and stones, the clouds want to fly, there are three doors in the middle, the gold nail vermilion paint on the door, above the door hole, it is a gatehouse that connects the left and right two que, the color threshold of the Zhu column, the steep layer of the tree, together with the glazed tiles, the shape is like the Vermilion Bird that spreads its wings and flies.

The palace door on the left side is open, and there are many attendants, like urns, waiting for Mo Lingfeng to enter.

The prince stopped here, and after the chamberlain saluted, Mo Lingfeng turned over and dismounted, untied his saber, and handed it to the chamberlain who stepped forward, without any hesitation, and stepped into this golden urn.

Her eyes fell on the carved palace with carved horns, stepped on the white jade stone steps under her feet, walked through the royal road and stomped, the hem of her clothes brushed over the drum stone, and entered the corridor of the vertical arch hall, the sunlight was covered by the four roofs, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

The waiters outside the door entered first, and only after the emperor called did Mo Lingfeng cross the threshold of vermilion lacquer and enter the palace.

The sunlight that had just been shaded slanted into the hall from the panes, falling to the ground like broken gold, Mo Lingfeng raised his feet and stepped forward, and a little farther away, he was guided by the inner servants to bow to the emperor above the collapse.

After shouting, Mo Lingfeng raised his head slightly, and his gaze turned fiercely from the emperor in an instant.