The governor of Kuanzhou then quieted, and his stunned and puzzled gaze passed back and forth between everyone, and the new official who had not experienced Mo Qianlan's methods was still full of curiosity under the silent oppression, and quietly looked at this descendant of the Mo family.

And the state officials who have worked with Mo Qianlan are all on their backs, and they are all vigilant.

Mo Qianlan is a dragon lying in the deep pool of Kuanzhou, and under him, they are all ants, which can be easily erased.

His word is the order they are to follow.

His likes and dislikes are the rules they are to keep in mind.

It wasn't until he was sick that they took a breath.

Now that the court has changed dramatically, His Majesty has delegated power, and the festival has made the name deserved, and the King of Wei came to dispatch the finance, taxes, grain and grass, so as not to lose power, no matter when Mo Qianlan woke up, he chose to appear at this time, does it mean that the power cannot be changed smoothly?

Behind every fight, they don't know how many pond fish will be affected, and they must be more careful to avoid them.

Wu Jin stood beside Mo Lingfeng, looked at Mo Qianlan in the firelight, and happened to see his thin silhouette, that kind of weak and aging posture, covering up the madness of dying, which made people feel pathetic while being vigilant.

But Wu Jin will not be fooled.

His eyes were full of worry, and he had already seen Mo Qianlan's ferocious sky-swallowing momentum.

If it is just a struggle for power and profit, Mo Lingfeng will be enough to deal with it, and since Mo Qianlan is struggling to wake up, he will definitely pull half of the country down the abyss.

In the chaotic gaze, Mo Qianlan moved forward and walked towards the King of Wei, Danfeng's eyes did not have the slightest emotion, he swept casually, bowed shallowly, bowed his hand, and did not say a word to the King of Wei.

Those eyes are like Mo Leaf, but they are not Mo Leaf.

Mo Lingfeng has momentum, majesty, and aura, indifference, and alienation of all kinds of feelings, and Mo Qianlan's eyes have become a pool of stagnant water, cold air, black fog, and he is the person who came out of the Yama Palace and Nili Prison to resurrect his soul, and the startled King Wei was dumbfounded, his face was like dirt, and he actually took a step back.

He had never met Mo Qianlan before, and his heart was beating violently at this time, and he unconsciously looked at Huang Yiren, who was standing at the front of the palace guards.

Huang Yiren stood with his head down, hiding his face as much as possible, and at the same time instinctively sensing the danger, almost instantly, he quietly made a decision - he could not be restrained by Mo Qianlan.

King Wei couldn't see Huang Yiren's expression, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tightened the strings: "Mo Yuanwai—"

Mo Qianlan has no official status, and it is not an exaggeration for King Wei to be called an outsider.

Mo Qianlan ignored him and walked towards Mo Lingfeng.

King Wei's words came to an abrupt end, and his face suddenly turned pale, but when his narrow phoenix eyes turned on his body, it was immediately like swallowing a needle.

Huang Yiren took a step forward, leaned over and whispered in King Wei's ear, "Lord Wang, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake on the ground."

Wei Wangqiang swallowed this breath and secretly thought about how to win over Mo Qianlan and get the support of the Mo family's army.

The moment Mo Qianlan's eyes looked at Mo Lingfeng, he softened, stepped over, and held Mo Lingfeng's hand tightly: "Ah Yan, my brother is here to pick you up."

Mo Lingfeng let out an "ah", his eyes widened, he looked at Mo Qianlan blankly, and squeezed out a few words with great difficulty: "Brother, what's the matter...... Brother, alright?"

How did you "wake up"?

When he wakes up, will his body be able to support it?

How long will he live?

One month? A year?

Where is Li Yijiao?

Two big tears rolled out of her eyes: "Brother, ......."

Mo Qianlan felt a pain in her heart, and hurriedly leaned over, wiped away the tears on her face with one hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother is back, I will accompany you in the future, Li Yiti's medical skills are very advanced, and it will not be long before he can live the dead, flesh and bones, don't worry."

He clenched her hand as if no one was around, and even laughed, and Mo Lingfeng looked at him with teary eyes, seeing that his eye sockets were deeply sunken, the bridge of his nose was high, because he was thin, every rise and fall on his face was vividly displayed, and the sideburns exposed under the soft gauze Tang scarf were gray.

He's getting old.

Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest, her north wind and south branch, but precarious.

A tide rose in her body, as if the hot blood was about to turn into tears, gushing out of her eyes, she snorted, looked down at the armor on her body, suppressed a cry, and only held Mo Qianlan's hand back.

This hand is skinny and clutched, cold and dry in her hand, but she must hold on tightly and never let go, for there is only one person in the world.

Tan Xuan saw that the brother and sister were putting on a warm posture, so the degree of anxiety and anger further increased, and he hurriedly said: "General Mo, the fort is 100,000 urgent, it really can't be delayed, and I also ask the general to go to the fort to defend against the enemy, Mo Jie——"

He remembered that Mo Qianlan was no longer a festival envoy, so he immediately changed his words: "Brother Mo has recovered from his illness, and there are countless days to talk about family affection with General Mo, and at this time, it is late and the night is cold, so it is better to invite the prince to go to the city first."

After that, he stepped forward to personally lead the white horse for Mo Lingfeng, held the bridle in his hand, and almost sent it to Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Leaf did not answer.

Mo Qianlan nodded: "Tan Zhizhou is reasonable, the military situation is urgent, and there is no delay."

He let go of Mo Lingfeng and stretched out his hand to the nomadic Qing: "Horse whip."

Nomad Muqing handed the horsewhip to Mo Qianlan, Mo Qianlan took it in his hand, held Mo Lingfeng's palm, pressed the horsewhip into her palm, and then pushed her fingers upwards and closed them, and said with a smile: "Go, my brother is waiting for you at home."

Mo Lingfeng looked up at him: "Really?"

Mo Qianlan patted her on the shoulder: "Yes, my brother left you a pine nut chestnut cake, wait for you to come back to eat, and come back tomorrow morning."

Mo Lingfeng was reluctant in every way, but he still obediently took the bridle from Tan Xuan's hand and turned over on the horse.

She turned around and shouted an order, and the women's army also got on their horses neatly, and lined up again, and before the wind and frost had been washed away, they beat their horses into the city, and the sound of horses' hooves resounded through the empty streets, and the longitudinal fortress.

In the deep night, she turned her head frequently, and Mo Qianlan under the firelight was as thin as paper, swaying in the wind, and soon disappeared in her eyes.

She raised her whip and whipped it hard, urging her horse to gallop back to the city in the morning.

Mo Lingfeng left, and Tan Xuan's shoulders were relieved, as if a person who was in a hurry to urinate had finally gone to the official room, feeling comfortable and eager, wanting to wash the dust for King Wei.

Mo Qianlan looked at the taciturn Wu Jin: "Wu Tongju's face is not good, it is better to rest first, take the wind and wash the dust of the feast, and not go."

He turned his head and shouted to the side of his carriage: "Yin Bei, send Wu Tongju to the internal government of Tongju."

Tan Xuan hurriedly said: "The house given by His Majesty is in Fangjing Lane, and it has not yet been repaired, and Wu Tong's family has moved to the inner government today."

Wu Jin said calmly: "I am from Kuanzhou, and I am familiar everywhere, so I don't need to send each other."

"The cane has not healed, and I can't move around, so I'll ask someone to send him off," Tan Xuan saw the clue from his calmness, "Let's enter the city first."

He stepped aside and stretched out his hand in the direction of the city gate: "Lord Wang, please."

The firelight slowly moved forward, and the gate of Kuanzhou City opened, revealing unobstructed streets, deserted, depressed, and full of danger at the same time.