There were many officials here, and they all stepped forward to make fun of Wu Jin, Qi Chang retreated to the shadow of the eaves, not knowing how to ask Wu Jin for help, and his heart was beating wildly.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded on the street, and he followed the sound to see Mo Lingfeng's fresh clothes and angry horses, arriving with his own guards, and restrained the horse in front of Wu Jin.

"Master Wu is as light as a chrysanthemum, and this flower matches," Mo Lingfeng looked down at the chrysanthemum, "This flower conforms to the time of day, and it is proud of the frost branches, and should not wither in the mud."

Wu Jin's eyes moved slightly, and he could hear the meaning of Mo Lingfeng's words - conform to the emperor and don't fall into the quagmire.

He smiled slightly, "The general praises."

The two did not find Qi Chang.

Qi Chang stood in the shadows and watched, there were high-ranking officials running in front of him, hawkers carrying burdens running back and forth, horse-drawn carriages rumbling back and forth, and the big cauldron outside the foot shop was steaming white, and several colors were intertwined, showing a colorful and prosperous Kyoto.

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin were also in this color, the golden light of the sun fell on Mo Lingfeng's gold collar, and the dark lines on the purple robe on her body also shimmered, as if the sunlight flowed on her clothes.

Wu Jin looked up at Mo Lingfeng on the horse, and the light was burning in his eyes.

Only he was in the shadows, dusty, a wretched worm.

A sudden surge of anger welled up in his heart.

She, he, do they know the sacrifices they have made?

Zhao Shiheng, who was buried underground, knew that he was going to give up something because of his words?

His life and death are uncertain!

Everything for him went down the drain!

He's going to be a beggar!

They don't know!

Standing here themselves, they can't even see it!

Anger turned into resentment, eroded him, engulfed him, and he couldn't help but think of his own hardships—his life had always been about trying his best to get what others could easily get!

However, the loss is in the blink of an eye.

Mo Lingfeng's wealth and power, Wu Jin's calm and gentle, will not be shaken in the slightest by his choice.

He hated the dispute between the King of Wei and the crown prince, hated Mo Lingfeng's insatiable greed, had monstrous wealth, and delusional military power, so that he got into trouble, hated that he was not Wu Jin, and he could still straighten his waist in front of these huge mountain-like powers.

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin on the street didn't know when they dispersed, and the colorful colors of Fang Cai seemed to be short-lived, and everything in front of him became cold again.

His breath also trembled, it was a crying voice, he raised his head and took a deep breath, tears rolled in his eyes, and there was Zhao Shiheng's laughter in his ears - the arrogance of laughter, and carelessness, as if he could penetrate human nature and see the future.

Last night, his stubbornness to the death of righteousness quietly dissipated, and the eyes of those beggars fell on him, hollow and lifeless, enough to make him shudder.

A thought suddenly came to mind - his sacrifice was insignificant to the Mo family, and his betrayal was also insignificant to the Mo family.

He is not a villain, but he is forced to be helpless in order to survive.

Thinking of this, his heavy feet were brisk, and there was a layer of sweat on his body for the rest of his life, and his feet stepped on the ground, as if he was stepping on a cloud, and the whole person fluttered.

He turned his head to look at the man carrying the fish, "I want to see the prince."

The shadow stretched behind him, starting at his heel, becoming wide, and then expanding to become extremely thin, like a sharp blade with two sharp ends, stabbing at others as well as at himself.

The middle-aged man laughed: "At three o'clock tonight, Heshan Zhengdian, Jiazi Pavilion."

Qi Chang nodded and wrote it down, and the sensations on his body became clear, headache, swollen eyes, hoarse throat, snorting like fire, and soft limbs, which were symptoms of a cold.

He dragged his heavy sick body and walked to the Hanlin Academy to take leave, and then hired a sedan chair to go back, sit at home and drink a cup of hot tea.

The servant took out the medicine he had caught the day before and boiled it, Qi Chang drank it once, and then slept in bed until Shen Shi, and when he woke up, he was mostly cured.

He sat up, sighed that he was cheap, and pulled on

Shoes changed clothes, drank a bowl of medicine, grinned bitterly, tidied up clothes, and went to Shanhe Zhengdian.

Running Tang led him to the A-shaped pavilion, there were already two people guarding outside the pavilion, and after glancing at Qi Chang, he pushed open the door and let him in.

There was another person in the pavilion, it was Wang Jinghua.

Wang Jinghua looked at him and frowned: "Wrong?"

Then he realized that Qi Chang couldn't be wrong, and exclaimed, "Are you King Wei's person?"

Surprised, he snorted, "Oh, white-eyed wolf."

Qi Chang's face changed, and he muttered, "I didn't, I was here to live."

Then he walked quickly to Wang Jinghua and slapped Wang Jinghua without warning.

With a crisp sound, a burst of happiness welled up in his heart, and he lowered his head to look at his slap, thinking, "You dare to bully me?"

Wang Jinghua covered his cheeks, was furious, and scolded: "You dare to beat me?"

He stood up and wanted to fight back, but when he saw Qi Chang's eyes gloomy and terrifying, Qi Chang had already grabbed his shirt and pushed him back into the chair, raising his hand and slapping him again.

In order to survive, he made compromises and made great sacrifices, how could he let a white body be humiliated?

"Who wants food?"

"You! Dead ......

Another slap in the face, Qi Chang pressed Wang Jinghua to death: "Who is asking for food?"

"You!"

After another slap, Qi Chang asked again, "Who is asking for food?"

Wang Jinghua whimpered and changed his tone: "It's me, it's me."

Qi Chang let go of him and straightened up, his waist was straight, and he had an unprecedented feeling of raising his eyebrows.

When the king of Wei arrived, Qi Chang and Wang Jinghua each took one side, bowed their heads and drank tea, Wang Jinghua's left face was red and swollen, and his mouth was pouting to hang a copper kettle, the two got up and greeted the king of Wei, Wang Jinghua swallowed back the words of complaint while looking at the king of Wei.

Now he is very good at observing words and feelings, King Wei is not his father, and it is useless to complain.

King Wei glanced at Qi Chang and saw that his expression was different from before, so he secretly said that this person was really a wolf in Zhongshan, a ruthless beast.

He sneered in his heart and sat down in the first place: "The two of you are fellow villagers and acquaintances, but unfortunately there are important things to do today, you can't drink, otherwise you will be a big deal."

He stretched out his hand to Shujing, who immediately took out a piece of bamboo paper and sent it to King Wei.

King Wei put the bamboo paper on the table and let the two of them see, "The matter of Kuanzhou is probably like this."

Wang Jinghua was just about to stretch out his hand, when he saw Qi Chang sweeping over, he scolded in his heart, but he still retracted his hand, Qi Chang took the paper and looked at it carefully, and saw that it read:

"On the 20th day of July in the 25th year of Yuanzhang, the peace talks with Jin Yu failed.

On the 26th day of August in the 28th year of Yuanzhang, the envoy Qin Fang was killed."

After reading it, he put the paper back on the table, Wang Jinghua hurriedly took it in his hand and looked at it, but after reading it, his face suddenly darkened - Qin Fang's death was the beginning of his father's downfall, although he was not convicted of murder, but in the end he still ended up with a broken family.