Speaking of Zhao Shiheng, Mo Qianlan was emotional, let go of the hand on Qi Chang's shoulder, looked him up and down, trying to find traces of Zhao Shiheng from him.

But no, this face and this person are cowardly and annoying him.

He scoffed, "So, you have a sense of righteousness?"

"I am a disciple of Mr. Zhao, just like a son," Qi Chang said sincerely, "Mr. is loyal to the uncle, and I am the same, although I do unrighteous things, I have righteousness in my heart."

Mo Qianlan bowed slightly, his head was close to Qi Chang's lowered head, and said softly, "But Wu Jin is also kind to you, why don't you miss him at all?"

Qi Chang smelled the rich smell on his body in an instant, the smell of medicine, the smell of agarwood, and the smell of blood, intertwined, making him subconsciously want to retreat, but he forcibly suppressed this kind of weakness of heart, did not move at all, and trembled: "I am grateful for Wu Jin's kindness, but the Mo family is to me, and there is the virtue of regeneration, I ...... I'm sorry Wu Jin."

Mo Qianlan slowly raised his head, stepped back, turned to look at a lone goose on the screen, suddenly turned around for a moment, and said sharply, "Lie!"

He walked up to Qi Chang again, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "Lie, you can't live."

Qi Chang looked up in a panic, and saw Mo Qianlan's two eyes, which were as lifeless as tombstones, and his heart chuckled.

Mo Qianlan's hands still had no strength, but Qi was like paper paste, and as soon as he slapped it, he fell down, and he couldn't get up no matter how he climbed.

"Yes...... I lied, I lied, I didn't pay attention to righteousness at all, Mr. left me, in fact, because I am a villain, and I will definitely hinder Wu Jin's future...... I—I'm a villain...... But it was also as good as he wished."

He had a weak heart, tried to justify himself, his words were half-truths and half-false, and he was sweating profusely with his tail and begging, hoping to escape from Mo Qianlan's hands.

He was afraid of death, and the more he feared, the more he demanded to live.

"Uncle spare my life, for Mr. Zhao's sake, spare my life! Mr. Zhao really taught me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to pass the Tongjinshi exam, I am his closed disciple!"

"In this life, the little one will be a cow and a horse for you, and a cow and a horse for the general, and it will be the next life, the next life!"

His forehead hit the ground with a crisp sound, Mo Qianlan stared at him for a long time, and smiled coldly: "For Shiheng's sake, spare your life."

Qi Chang raised his head in shock, and then bowed down ecstatically: "Uncle Xie's grace not to kill!" Uncle Xie's grace not to kill!"

King Wei sat on the cold ground, watching Qi Chang crying, kowtowing, able to lower into the dust, opened his mouth, and tried to come up with two undignified words, but he couldn't say it, and at the same time thought that begging for mercy was useless.

Mo Qianlan, who is like a god and a ghost, will not change his mind just because he cries.

Maybe he didn't plan to kill Qi Chang in the first place—maybe because of that gentleman, maybe because he was still useful.

King Wei's thoughts were chaotic, and he didn't know if it was his turn, so he stared at Mo Qianlan nervously.

Mo Qianlan sat back and gave orders to Yin Bei: "Tan Zhizhou send him to the water and leave him with a whole corpse."

"Yes," Yin Bei said, "ran a first-class guard."

Only then did Mo Qianlan glance at King Wei: "Guard the southeast and southeast city gates, and do not allow him to escape and return to Beijing, and search for him in the city."

Yin Bei responded, bent down and grabbed Tan Xuan's foot, dragged him upside down, threw him at the door, and asked someone to come and drag him away.

Mo Qianlan said, "Pour the oil."

King Wei woke up like a dream, and got up with his hands on the ground: "You want to burn me?"

The sound of oil splashing on the ground was particularly clear in the night, and the pungent smell of tung oil filled the inside and outside.

Mo Qianlan shook his head, coughed for a while, got up and walked towards him, and grabbed his arm: "The Zhizhou Mansion was on fire, Tan Zhizhou was anxious to avoid the fire, and drowned in the pool, the guards desperately rescued the prince, and the prince avoided to the Mo Mansion, and ordered the state officials to visit the Mo Mansion."

Although King Wei's hands and feet were cold, and there was still a trace of heat on his body, when Mo Qianlan's hand grabbed him, he was shivered by this cold hand.

Mo Qianlan pushed him out: "At that time, please also ask the prince to give an order, send a message to Jin Yu, and discuss peace at the foot of Hengshan on the 15th."

As soon as King Wei stepped on the water stains left by Tan Xuan, he couldn't help but look down at his bare feet, but saw Mo Qianlan's shadow slender and sharp, like a silk thread, tied to him.

He became Mo Qianlan's shadow puppet.

He was terrified, and hurriedly followed Mo Qianlan out, tung oil was splashed on all sides, the corpse was lying on all sides, the blood was about to solidify in the cold night, and when he stepped on it, the viscous blood rushed out from the gap between his toes, making him almost want to vomit.

The "palace guards" surrounded him, leaving him with no way to escape.

Peace talks - he was going to make peace talks.

What does Mo Qianlan want to use the peace talks for?

Qi Chang lowered his eyebrows and followed behind, his shoes were dripping with blood, and he stepped on it, not as afraid as King Wei in his heart - as long as it wasn't his own blood, other people's blood didn't matter.

The group walked out of the inner office, Yin Bei took out the fire fold, opened the cover, and threw it to the ground with a "pop", the fire folded on the ground and bounced a few times, and when it rolled, the fire primer inside began to spark.

Immediately after, there was a small piece on the ground, and you could see the flickering blue flame heart inside, and in the blink of an eye, the fire spread rapidly, and with a "boom", the flames rose to the sky, quickly devouring the Zhizhou Mansion and licking everything.

All sin is annihilated in it.

The king of Wei boarded the carriage under confinement, and Mo Qianlan walked with him, leaving only a wounded "guard" waiting for the state officials who rushed to hear the news, and the carriage drove to the Mo Mansion and stopped at the main gate.

Yin Bei helped Mo Qianlan out of the carriage, the King of Wei climbed down with a rolling belt, there were four lanterns hanging in front of the gate, he glanced at the plaque hanging under the eaves, and saw the black lacquer bottom, gold characters, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, its edge was exhausted, and the book was written "Guide General No. 1" five words.

Mo Qianlan looked back and said, "Lord Wang, please."

King Wei followed his footsteps, climbed the stairs, and as soon as he entered the Mo Mansion, he saw that the front hall was brightly lit, illuminating the corridors and other things, dull and old.

There was no dust on the beams, the ground was spotless, but lifeless, and Mo Qianlan's laxity at this time was like a dead man returning to the grave.

An old woman led the servant woman to stand in front of the hall, and when he saw it clearly, he almost rolled down the stone steps in astonishment.

The old woman was horribly old, with silver hair and scars, her flesh wrinkled and smooth as she should have been flabby, and her eyes sunk in large scars.

Mo Qianlan took the jade scepter from the grandmother's hand, and the whole person propped up on the jade scepter, the light in his eyes dissipated, and the anger on his face dissipated.

Yin Bei firmly held his arm, took the medicine bowl from the grandmother's hand, and fed it to Mo Qianlan's mouth, Mo Qianlan drank it all and looked at King Wei: "The prince lives here."

He wanted to say a few more words, but he didn't have the strength to continue, leaned on Yin Bei, only said the word "study", closed his eyes, and lost his voice.

Yin Bei picked up Mo Qianlan and rushed to the study, leaving only two outsiders, King Wei and Qi Chang, in the front hall.

They looked at the grandmothers, the guards, and the subordinates who remained in the front hall, their eyebrows lowered and their eyes lowered, like clay sculptures of wood, standing everywhere, while the house seemed to come to life, the spine beasts were hideous, the bells roared wildly, and the doors and windows whimpered, as if to melt them into this cemetery.

They trembled in unison.

It turns out that the Mo family under the continuous suppression of the imperial power is already such a scene.