The two of them sat opposite each other in the retreat, nomadic Qing stood beside Mo Lingfeng, the whole retreat was quiet and secret, the noise was scattered like wind and smoke, and the figures were cast on the ground, the ink was thick, like bathing waves.

It was still a cold night outside, Xiao Xiaofeng, noisy sounds, and a few shouts of "The Imperial Doctor has arrived" were the loudest.

Mo Lingfeng asked, "What does the prince want?"

King Wei replied, "I will give you a marriage letter for your birthday."

Mo Lingfeng smiled: "Although I have been imprisoned and have no way to appeal, I still remember that when I was fighting the enemy outside Sanchuan Village, I happened to encounter a strong wind and sand, and saw a goshawk, walking against the wind, stretching out its claws, grabbing a yellow sheep, and then flying higher and higher, and disappeared."

King Wei said, "Does this have anything to do with us?"

"Relevant," Mo Lingfeng looked calm, "Does the prince know how much a yellow sheep weighs?" Do you know how big the wind and sand are?"

Without waiting for King Wei to answer, she said, "The prince is a canary, living in a cage woven by His Majesty, shaking off his beautiful feathers, thinking that he can compete with orthodoxy, I am a wild eagle, I will neither enter the cage, nor go along with it, but will only eat you."

After that, she raised her head and bared her teeth to scare him, but instead of being vicious, she was cute and clever, as if she was too naïve and arrogant.

King Wei laughed, and was about to praise his cuteness, but Mo Lingfeng's next sentence made him unable to laugh.

"The prince has the country in his heart, but he can't see the country in his eyes, he is confined to the trivial matter of marriage, the sky and water of the Shuo River in Kuanzhou are the same color, and the snow covers the flowers, the prince doesn't want it?"

King Wei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth dissipated.

The oil lamp dimmed after accumulating a few sparks, and without an order, Nomad Qing did not dare to leave his master's side easily, so that the fire became more and more dim, and finally only a faint spark remained.

Shadows shrouded the two of them, and more layers of Buddha statues fell on Mo Ling's head, and after being stripped from Wu Jin's side, she once again did not move, her heart was like water, and Danfeng's eyes were cold, gradually resembling Mo Qianlan.

King Wei's gaze flickered, "An ethereal promise is not enough for me to take such a big risk to save you from your predicament."

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand and looked at the brown stains on his fingers in the faint light: "My cherished things, the prince has already held them in his hands, the prince only needs to let him live, and I will write two confessions, confessing to collaborating with the enemy and instructing him to do two things."

"How do you get out?"

"The prince doesn't have to ask, I will send Kuanzhou to you afterwards as a reward for the prince, and when you cooperate again in the future, the prince will not have any doubts."

A vague thought passed through King Wei's heart, but it was quickly dispersed by mixed thoughts: "Kuanzhou is the king's land, and the name of Jiedu is just an empty shell, what is the general going to send?"

Mo Lingfeng smiled and said, "After the fact, I will give you a state of wealth."

King Wei put down his legs and sat up straight - Kuanzhou is not rich, and the wealth of a state is not much, but the news revealed by Mo Lingfeng is that she will make Jiedu live up to its name and actually control Kuanzhou!

With no effort, he can get the support of a completely recovered Mo family.

All this is not because he is any different, but because he is here at this time today.

If it is the prince who comes, then this support is the prince's.

It turned out that holding Wu Jin was holding Mo Lingfeng.

"Within three days, please stay in the fine house, before the 25th unitary hour, the general please hand over two confessions, I will protect Wu Jin's life, and after the matter is over, please also ask the general to keep his promise, otherwise Wu Jin will be broken here."

Mo Le Feng heard his own voice fall softly into his ears: "Okay."

In the fortress, even if there is a plan, it is thousands of miles away at this time, I don't know what the chaos is, how long Zell can endure it, and the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be for her.

In just three days, what was originally determined will become ambiguous.

Can the war come as scheduled?

King Wei got up to take his leave and left the place.

The Imperial Prison was not quiet with him leaving, it was still noisy, and the guards left by the King of Wei were loyal to their duties, and the cells were like iron buckets, without leakage.

The people in prison live like years, and outside the prison is like dripping water in an oil pot, and the explosion does not stop.

The literati students dipped their pens in ink, sprinkled with joy, scolded and scolded, and then classified the civil and military officials, and the intercessors for Wu Jin were all clear streams, full of praise, and those who interceded for the clan relatives were all giant beetles, everyone shouted and beaten, and the one who was unlucky was the one who did not say a word, and the scribes called it the grass on the wall that saw the wind and the rudder, and they also had to sneer a few words when they saw it.

On September 25, when the emperor gave the deadline, Fu Yan, Qiu Kai, and Yang Ying of the three divisions reunited in Yushitai.

Fu Yan is anxious, Yang Ying is also anxious, but the two are not anxious, Fu Yan is anxious and waiting for Mo Lingfeng's confession, but Yang Ying is anxious because the case of the king of Jiyang County has not been settled.

As for Qiu Kai, the secretary of the Criminal Department, he held a tea cup and went with the flow.

Yang Ying drove his entourage to run back and forth between Dali Temple and Yushitai, Fu Yan drank tea one by one, went to the official room one by one, asked about the case over and over again, and a big bubble bubbled in his anxious mouth, but he couldn't make Wu Jin retreat from the high fever.

Wu Jin does not escape for a moment, and Mo Lingfeng will never mention the pen.

When Shen Pai, Fu Yan couldn't bear it, put the tea cup on the table, got up to get the crane on the screen, Qiu Kai was startled, the tea shook, and spilled on the back of his hand.

Fu Yan put on the crane, strode out of the duty room, and rushed to the prison, seeing Wu Jin lying on the couch, still unconscious, his heart was anxious, his nose was hot, and a tube of nosebleeds flowed out.

He is not as good as Qiu Kai and Yang Ying, he has a family, a teacher, he can not form a party, he is anxious for himself and for King Wei.

He was circling in prison, and when he saw the imperial doctor coming, he grabbed the imperial doctor with a white face and asked, and the imperial doctor was helpless, so he could only say: "The heavy dose is heavy, but the medicine is poisonous, and Master Wu's internal organs are damaged, and I am afraid that I can't bear it, please Zhongcheng take an idea."

Fu Yan was silent, and after a while, he suddenly shouted "prepare the horse", and ran away.

He picked up his clothes and ran wildly, ran out of the Imperial Prison, the horse had reached the stone lion's side, he hurried forward, snatched the whip from the doorman's hand, turned over on the horse, beat the horse and walked away.

He can't be the master, so he has to go to the king of Wei to call the shots - compared to the prince who didn't say a word, the king of Wei, who asked for a doctor for Wu Jin, is now winning the hearts of the people.

King Wei's mansion was full of people and was feasting, and Shujing saw him suddenly coming, so he hurriedly took him to the flower hall first.

"Tell the prince quickly......" Fu Yan's breath was not even even, "Mo ...... The confession has not yet been written...... Wu Jin hasn't woken up yet."

After taking this breath, he told Shujing the words of the imperial doctor, "Please take an idea."

After hearing this, Shujing hurriedly went out and quietly passed a message to the king of Wei who was at the banquet, and the king of Wei avoided everyone and was also very hesitant.

After a cup of tea, King Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Use heavy medicine."

If it weren't for Mo Leaf, Wu Jin would have been a piece of cold and heavy rotten meat, and it was only because Mo Leaf wanted him to live that he had lived for three more days.

He lowered his voice: "Tell the Imperial Doctor, don't worry about the future, just take care of the present, let him get better."

"Yes."