The team galloped through the majestic mountains, stepped through the ice and frost, clothed in the morning glow and moonlight, under the blue sky and white sun, under the dark night shadow, like a few meteors, shooting towards Kuanzhou.

Wu Jin has been on this long road twice, four times, and has been an official in two places, but none of them can be as calm and gentle as now, and can calmly and gently look at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers along the way.

The closer he got to Kuanzhou, the more chilly it was in winter, and the wild wind crept into the carriage and puffed into his sleeves, like cold satin, and came out of his face.

He looked at the green mountains, the ancient trees, the wide water, the thousands of lines, the apes, the first foot, the herons, the Lingbo jumping, the thatched huts, the threes, the twos, the smoke, the green clouds, the pedestrians, busy.

This is the country in his eyes.

Even if it is snowy, it is also colorful, vibrant, the four people, hundreds of millions of people come and go, all are the pillars of the country, generously exposed in the world, and fragile by the Son of Heaven, courtiers in the hands, with the right to smear at will, they need a monarch, really love them like sons, lest they run for their lives in troubled times, and survive under the knife.

And Mo Lingfeng, who is in the lead, is also in his eyes, and it is the most colorful stroke in his heart.

A group of people, under the order of the strict army, arrived in Jeju in less than ten days, and in the two hours when the Jeju Pavilion Post rested, the Jeju Pavilion Station immediately sent an express delivery to send the news of the arrival of the King of Wei to Kuanju first.

Several kinds of turmoil in Kyoto since Wang Jinghua's false accusation had already been flown in by tabloids with wings, and the newspaper had not yet arrived, and Manchukuo knew about it, and even many matters for the whole day on September 26 set out from Kyoto that night, day and night, and arrived in Kuanzhou on the 6th of October.

The news that shook the whole of Kuanzhou had not yet calmed down, and the people who caused the tremors were already about to return.

Halfway through the seventh day of October, outside the southeast gate of Kuanzhou, Zhizhou Tan Xuan led the officials to wait here, he was so anxious that he couldn't stretch out his arms and take Mo Lingfeng back from the road and send him to the fortress.

The battle in the fortress is getting worse and worse, and the Jin Yu is becoming more and more brave in the war, if it is not for the lack of people, they have already attacked the fortress and attacked Kuanzhou.

The Mo family's army was perfunctory against the enemy, and most of the garrisons and commanders who were incorporated into the fortress were killed in battle, and Mo Lingfeng never returned, and the crime of losing the fortress - and even losing the city camp in the future will fall on his head in the near future.

His mouth was full of fire bubbles, his throat was swollen and sore, and he rode on his horse, looking in the direction of Jeju, his anxious expression overflowing, and at the same time he frequently turned his head to look at a carriage at the gate of the city.

There was no movement in the carriage, as if there were no living people inside, only a dark ghost, and the diamond lattice carved on the wall of the carriage was a few ghost eyes, staring at the world silently.

A chilling carriage, several chariot guards with long knives, a creepy ghost living in the car.

Tan Xuan only glanced at it and looked away.

The carriage came with him, and no one knew who was in the carriage except him, and they all thought that the carriage was used to receive the King of Wei, and the people in the carriage seemed to be asleep at this time, and seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to move, and became more and more unobtrusive.

He shook off the unhappiness in his heart, and re-projected his eyes on the official road, waiting to greet the upcoming three big Buddhas - Mo Lingfeng, King Wei, and Wu Jin.

After another moment, the sky began to turn from blue to blue, and the night was accompanied by a drizzle, bit by bit, hitting the shadows of panic all over the ground, the servant took out the fire fold, uncovered the lantern cover, lit the candles inside, and the fire "suddenly" lit up, and at the same time, the sound of horses' hooves "rumbled" on the official road where no one was around.

The firelight lit up, pulling the shadows all over the ground, making the outside of the city gate half bright and half blue, Mo Lingfeng's figure suddenly broke into everyone's eyes in front of King Wei.

"It's coming!" I don't know who shouted, Tan Xuan turned over and dismounted, his eyes were eager, and he said loudly, "Lord Wang! General!"

Mo Lingfeng changed her armor, the soap-colored cloak was full of cold wind, and she raised her wings high in the air, she tightened her bridle head, the white horse stood up, and before the white horse's front hooves landed, she had jumped down, Nomad Qing followed, rolled the saddle and dismounted, caught the horse whip thrown by Mo Lingfeng, put the horse whip in her waist casually, and stepped forward quickly, not leaving Mo Lingfeng's left and right.

The women's army followed, majestic, energetic, and vigorous jumped off the war horse, and led the horse to stand on the side of the road, giving way to the back

Panting and looking tired, King Wei stepped forward with two black blue circles under his eyes.

The palace guards reined in one after another, and the chamberlain also dismounted and walked to the side of King Wei's horse, leading the horse while helping King Wei down, King Wei was so tired that even the purple official uniform on his body was too heavy, forced a smile, and looked at Tan Xuan.

Tan Xuan and the others hurriedly bowed, and King Wei raised his hand slightly, signaling that there was no need to be polite, his voice was hoarse, and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect this king to be able to meet Tan Zhizhou here."

Tan Xuan glanced at Mo Lingfeng anxiously, and said perfunctorily: "Exactly, if it weren't for the military emergency, the lower officials would not dare to alarm His Majesty and the prince, let alone drive the prince to this frontier place."

The words "military emergency", he spit out heavily, just hoping that King Wei would understand, but King Wei only knew that he was sore and weak, and he couldn't communicate with him: "The whole world is not the king's land, this king shares the worries for His Majesty, it is not only the duty of the monarch and minister, but also the love of father and son.

"General Mo-" Tan Xuan gritted his teeth, and was about to say what he meant, when he saw that at the back of the team, Wu Jin was long, changed into his official robe, and stepped forward.

He is not as crippled as the tabloids say, although he is thin, his demeanor is still magnificent, and he shows a sharp and square silhouette, and a hard body.

Wu Jin strode slowly, bowed his hand, and Tan Xuan returned the salute: "Wu Tong sentenced the green pine to the same, the beautiful jade is as before, the blood and tears flowed a long time ago, the loyal ministers and the holy dynasty, the world praises, I should salute the general judgment."

Wu Jin said: "Zhizhou is too praised, and I am terrified."

The two of them are both three products, there is neither flattery nor comradeship, after that, there is nothing to say, Tan Xuan looked at Mo Lingfeng with a solemn face again.

"General Mo—"

He was interrupted again, and there was a loud "thump" at the gate of the city, which was particularly loud and piercing, and it was the coachman in the carriage who jumped down, and the soles of his shoes made a crisp sound on the solid ground, and everyone in front of him looked at him.

The lantern reversed direction, and the firelight slowly moved forward, trying to illuminate the carriage in its entirety, but when it was five paces in front of it, it was unable to proceed further.

They could only see the carriage guards step forward in pairs, the coachman put down the stool, and the person in the carriage stretched out a miserable white hand, climbed the wall of the carriage, got out of the carriage, took a long leg, slowly stepped on the stool, held the hand of the nurse, and stood on the ground.

He walked forward step by step, to the border between light and darkness, as if he could not support it, paused for a moment, and then stepped into the light.

Mo Qianlan!

Mo Qianlan, who has been away from his soul for a long time!

Like a high mountain jade shattered, like a thousand feet of loose Mo Qianlan!

When did he wake up? Why is this here? What is the intention?