Nomad Muqing hurriedly splashed the water in the bowl, ran out of the cell with the bowl, picked up a clean toilet chip from the toilet, jumped on the beam, scraped off a layer of ash with the toilet chip, and put it in the bowl.

There was not much dust, so he moved lightly and scraped it in another place.

As soon as he scraped out half of the bowl of dust, his ears moved, he stopped his movements, and listened attentively to the movement in the distance.

The sound of neat and powerful footsteps, the sound of knives rubbing against clothing, and the sound of conversation, the firelight turned into a thin sheet of paper and peeked through the narrow window.

Someone's coming.

He took the bowl, rolled down the beam, and ran to Wu Jin's cell.

Mo Lingfeng got into the left sleeve pocket with her right hand, grabbed out a handful of sand sugar, and stuffed it into Wu Jin's mouth, she couldn't wait for the sugar to melt, she grabbed it again, stuffed it again, and after sending all the sand sugar into Wu Jin's mouth, she covered Wu Jin's mouth and let the sand sugar slowly melt away and become something that supported his life.

Nomad Qing rushed in with an arrow and said in a low voice, "General, someone is coming, go quickly."

Mo Lingfeng frowned, let go of his sticky palm, gently put down Wu Jin, took the coarse porcelain bowl, uncovered the crane, poured the ash on the beam on the back of the most seriously injured, and then covered the crane, put down the bowl, and stood up.

Just as he was about to go out, Wu Jin lay on the ground, and suddenly vomited out a large mouthful of blood, even with the sand sugar that had not yet melted.

Mo Lingfeng couldn't control his heart, couldn't lift his feet, couldn't hold back his tears, and squatted urgently: "Wu Jin......"

"General!" Nomad Qing's voice grew closer and closer, and he shouted.

Mo Lingfeng stood up again and walked out, Nomad Muqing followed, closed the door and locked it, and ran inward with Mo Lingfeng, before he left the corridor, the prison door suddenly opened, and the fire leaked in, and the fences, door locks and other objects in the corridor were shaking.

In fact, it was the shadow that moved backwards quickly in the firelight.

The shadows of Mo Lingfeng and Nomad Qing were also pulled by the firelight.

The light of the fire came from several lanterns, and the lanterns were carried by the four jailers who patrolled the outside of the Imperial Prison, the two attendants in the duty room, and the three overseers. net

In the midst of the lanterns, stood King Wei, his henchman Shujing, and Fu Yan in the imperial history, and the three of them all looked at Mo Lingfeng, their faces changed from solemn to stunned.

They came to interrogate Wu Jin at night, but they didn't expect to run into Mo Lingfeng.

Shujing exclaimed, and Mo Lingfeng reached out and pressed the sharp knife on his waist.

Fu Yan shivered coldly, took a step back without a trace, and King Wei raised his right hand and made a move forward: "The sinner absconds, kill!"

Don't miss the opportunity.

Mo Lingfeng absconded in front of everyone's eyes, and the palace guards worked together to kill her in the Yushitai Prison, above board!

The courtiers and scholars were already boiling over the death advice, and in another day, the public opinion would also be boiling over the death advice, and the Kuanzhou and the fortress, which were closely related to Mo Lingfeng, worried them even more.

If the tiger returns to the mountain because of this, His Majesty will be resentful and angry with him.

Mo Lingfeng's death can solve a big hidden worry in His Majesty's heart, and then push the instructor behind Wu Jin's death advice to Mo Lingfeng, for him, the King of Jiyang County, and His Majesty, they are all supreme perfection.

The rear guards immediately surrounded him, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the passage was long and narrow, only enough for two guards to bully them forward and stab at Mo Lingfeng.

Nomad Muqing drilled through Mo Lingfeng's side, pulled out a sharp knife from Mo Lingfeng's waist with one hand, and met the blade, and the jail suddenly sounded the sound of blades clashing.

He Feng got up, watched the flash of fire on the blade, and involuntarily fell backwards, only Xiao Dou didn't know how to be afraid, grabbed the door of the cell, stretched out his hand out of the fence, and went to pick out the lock hanging outside, ready to grab the door at any time.

Then, in just a few breaths, this sharp and piercing sound reverberated in the corridor, making the scalp tingle.

In the middle of the fight, Mo Lingfeng slowly raised her head and stared at King Wei, the blade flew past her cheek and nailed to the wall behind her, she was unmoved, a thought took shape in her heart.

A guard slammed into the wall and smashed down the oil lamp, pouring hot and oil on his face, and a scream suddenly erupted in the corridor, Mo Lingfeng didn't squint, and her blood was cold from the wind blowing in outside.

Remove from your waist

The Mo family's military card, the moment King Wei's gaze swept over, she lifted and put it down.

King Wei didn't hear her voice, but in an instant he could see what was in her hand clearly.

His heart moved, his eyes looked down, he looked at the large stains on Mo Lingfeng's body, and then at Wu Jin, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the cell, and took a step forward thoughtfully.

It turns out that Wu Jin is Mo Lingfeng's weakness.

And he grasped this weakness, almost the entire Mo family!

He couldn't help but chuckle in his heart - a woman is a woman, and when she shouldn't be soft-hearted, she will never be able to do great things.

His eyes lit up, and he stopped with a shout, and when the sword light was put away and the road was clear, he stepped forward again and kicked away the lamp: "General Mo's personal guards are not simple, if you want to abscond, it is easy."

Everyone looked down on this short guard, thinking that he had no merit and was just an ordinary person, but they didn't expect that the guards who came out of the forbidden army were not his opponents.

Nomadic Qing retreated to Mo Lingfeng's side, holding the knife silently.

Mo Yefeng raised his foot and looked at the lamp oil on the soles of his shoes: "It's not absconding."

"General Namo isn't in the house, what are you doing outside?"

"The door of the house is unlocked, so I'll walk around and stop by to see my fellow villagers."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, he didn't know why King Wei suddenly changed his hexagram, giving Mo Lingfeng a chance to quibble - the unconscious jailer on the ground was also ironclad evidence that she absconded in fear of crime.

"General Mo, a fellow countryman, I'm afraid it's more auspicious," King Wei turned back to Shu Jing and said, "Take my name and ask the imperial doctor to come."

The book's head was squeezed out of the crowd of guards and officials of the Imperial Observatory.

King Wei turned his head to look at Fu Yan again: "I will leave a team of guards here to help guard the important prisoners in the Imperial Prison, and when the imperial doctor comes, he can also help."

Fu Yan hurriedly bowed his hand, looking puzzled: "Thank you for your trouble."

King Wei waved his hand: "You wait here, I'll send General Mo to the Jingshe."

After that, he and Mo Lingfeng walked back to the house, Mo Lingfeng walked to the Buddha statue and sat down, took the cold tea and drank it all.

King Wei sat in the Taishi chair, crossed one leg, and carefully looked at Mo Lingfeng, a dim butter lamp, hanging high on the wall, light and shadow from top to bottom, so that her delicate eyebrows and eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

Outside the retreat was busy, the jailers dragged away the unconscious colleagues, and went in and out, working together to change Wu Jin's clothes, set up a charcoal basin, and bring in hot water, and the footsteps sounded "stomping", and the king of Wei and General Guide in the retreat seemed to have something important, but it had nothing to do with them.

They only knew that King Wei had hired a physician, and Wu Jin would not die.

Mo Lingfeng put down the teacup, his expression was calm, and he threw the military card to the king of Wei: "I could have given you something more convincing to the fortress."

King Wei took it in his hand and looked at the military plaque engraved with Mo Lingfeng's name: "What is it?"

"Golden collar."

King Wei got up and returned the general's card to Mo Lingfeng: "Anything that everyone can create, whether it is a military card or a gold collar, is just a 'Golden Lion Medal, General Mo, you and I need more special things in the alliance."