Mo Lingfeng read three or four scripts, and when he heard the loud noise, he casually put the scripts aside and walked out of the study.

The autumn wind is slightly cold, a thin layer of clouds, the full moon looms, the water vapor is in the lamplight, finely broken, floating with the wind, and people's sleeves become moist.

But in an instant, the heavens and the earth turned into a rainy omen.

Mo Lingfeng walked away in the wind, unhurried, listening to the wind under the window, and sure enough, as Wu Jin said in the letter, it was like a Xun sound, whimpering, blowing the bell, and making a sound of harmony.

The dead leaves fell to the ground, and there was a loud noise, and the smell of decay and antiquity immediately appeared in this newly renovated mansion, covering the oil and gas of the new lacquered tung trees, brick by brick, all hiding stories.

There were two subordinates on Mo Lingfeng's side with lanterns, and Nomad Qing followed three steps away, holding his chest with his hands, seemingly lazy and casual, but his ears and eyes always paid attention, and behind him, there were also four subordinates, carrying lanterns and lanterns, not knowing the use.

Along the way, there were also men standing, waiting for orders.

These people surrounded Mo Lingfeng like the moon in their hands, and their footsteps were sound, Mo Lingfeng felt noisy, but he could only endure it, took the clothes from the nomadic Qing and put them on, walked all the way to the main room, and walked out of a fine and dense sweat.

With this sweat, she bathed and changed her clothes, soaked in the bathtub alone, crossed her arms, and looked up at the eight-sided caisson supported by the fine arches above her head.

Outside the well is the layer upon layer, the grid that supports upward, divided into three colors, painted with the exquisite honeysuckle flower drapery, close to the well, an eight-petal big lotus flower in the well, and the lotus heart hangs a mirror.

The lotus caisson in the house is borrowed from the water to suppress the fire demon in the house, and at this time, there is a Mo Lingfeng vaguely reflected in the mirror, as if she is the fire demon.

She pretended to have a few words left by Mo Qianlan, and her heart was heavy, like a thousand pounds.

Her gaze shifted from the mirror to the brightly colored squares outside the well, which turned into a chessboard in her eyes, and the person playing against her was the emperor in the palace.

In the last game, the emperor knew the secret of the wealth of the ten states, only in the hands of the two brothers and sisters, and intended to die for the rest of his life, and when the other person was desperate, he was able to take advantage of the void, but in the end he was defeated.

This game has already begun, who is she going to use as a pawn?

A moment later, she put the name Qi Chang into the chess game.

Will he be loyal to the Mo family?

Or is it treacherous, abandoning Mo Fu, and in this game, cutting off Wu Jin's high-flying wings and becoming a complete villain?

Since ancient times, gentlemen have often been in the hands of villains, only in the history books, can Wu Jin understand her situation and be ready to retreat?

There are also the crown prince and the king of Wei, who will devour the bait she dropped, pull the hook, and let the situation get out of control?

Everything is unknown, but it has been revealed in the dark, and the shrewd spectators in the court may have already been distinguished.

During the fourth watch, the palace door opened, and Huang Yiren wore an official robe, entered the palace, and waited for the face saint in the Wenzheng Palace.

Outside the hall, the drizzle bubbles the dust, the water drips on the tile and the empty corridor, a bird, the wings are wet, it is difficult to fly, it beats under the flowers and leaves, and pecks the head *** wings.

The emperor and the empress arrived together, and a citrus fragrance came from the shelf—it seemed that the emperor had stayed in the middle palace last night.

The emperor got off the frame and entered the Wenzheng Palace, only to feel that the sandalwood on the tip of his nose was dull, and the light smoke was sinking with the rain, until it sank to the ground, floating on the surface of people's feet.

He didn't block his mind because of incense, his thoughts were clear, and he glanced at Huang Yiren: "This night, can it be peaceful?"

Huang Yiren replied: "Yes, after Master Wu sent General Mo, he went home, bought a spindle of ink along the way, and watched the "Legend of the Spring and Autumn Ram" for an hour after returning home.

After General Mo returned home, he only read four scripts in the study, and did not do anything else."

The words of the General's Mansion were all bought and left by Mo Qianlan back then, and when Mo Qianlan left Kyoto, every word in the script was chewed in their hearts.

When the emperor heard this, he pondered for a long time and asked, "Is Wu Jin too much to avoid suspicion?"

Huang Yiren replied, "I don't know."

The Emperor frowned for a moment and asked:

"Where's the news from Kuanzhou?"

"Everything is as usual," Huang Yiren replied cautiously, "The handle of the Mo Mansion is impermeable, Mo Jiedu made a guard sleep in front of the bed, the guard is not leaking, and there is no change in the fortress, it seems that Tan Zhizhou has mastered the fortress."

"The transfer of military power is not something that can be done in a moment or three, taking advantage of the fact that there are less than 20,000 soldiers at the border pass, Tan Xuan can also control it, and in another month, if there is no change, the manpower can be withdrawn."

"Yes."

The emperor looked at the ink ingots on the case: "Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng are there, they still have to keep an eye on them, who they see, who they say to whom, every word and deed, don't let go, Wu Jin——"

He tapped his index finger on the table, "If he can survive this matter and settle the dust, he will truly become my humerus."

He thought that Wu Jin was a smart man who should know how to stand tall in the turmoil - only by occupying a place in the court could he, a scholar, realize his ambitions.

The sky is still dark, the rain is unabated, the warmth that was there yesterday has disappeared today, and the only thing that has not subsided is the heated discussion of General Mo in Kyoto.

The prayer post was like a snowflake, flying to the general's mansion.

Mo Lingfeng sat in the study, glanced at the mountain-like prayer post, threw away a few worship post, and then looked down at the notebook in his hand.

She had a pair of eyes, looking at two places, but what she was thinking about was Mo Qianlan.

Such thin and uninteresting scripts are everywhere in the study, and they have been turned over and broken, but they hide secrets that outsiders can never know.

Mo Qianlan's tears, blood, anger, sleepless nights when he was injured, and the pain was all in it.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes swept over a simple poster, and when he saw the handwriting, he knew that it was written by Wu Jin, so he opened it and quickly glanced at it.

"Wu Jin, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, worships General Mo,

I wanted to come to the door, but the general was full of affairs, and the other was the remnants of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was rainy, so it was inconvenient to come to the door, and I felt very guilty.

Listen to the wind.

Mo Lingfeng threw this letter into the dustpan like throwing other prayer posts, but the coldness in his eyes quietly melted, and when he was about to bow his head, he suddenly saw a beautiful prayer post with the word "Qi Chang" written on it, and immediately took the worship post in his hand and looked at it.

Qi Chang's words are practiced according to Wu Jin's words, which used to look like eight points, but now Wu Jin's words have made great progress, but he is stagnant, eight points and five points remain, and he has not studied hard and practiced hard, so that he lacks muscles and bones, and has little demeanor.

He is full of enthusiasm, writes three folds, and chooses words and sentences, which is far more sincere and eager than Wu Jin.

"Nomad Qing." Mo Lingfeng shouted.

Nomad Muqing stood at the door of the study, heard the call, stepped into the threshold and came in, squeezed away the maid standing on the side of the table, and stood in front of Mo Lingfeng.

"I didn't see him at the palace banquet last night," Mo Lingfeng handed him a prayer note, "Let Xiao Dou invite him, and tomorrow night after he gets off duty, he will come here for dinner."

She thought for a while, "I'm going to invite a Kuanzhou chef again, and I'll eat Kuanzhou food tomorrow."

"Yes!" Nomad Qing's voice instantly rose up.