Mo Qianlan finally left the study and went to the front hall, where he saw the official stickers of King Wei stacked in the box held by Yin Bei, silent and weird.

No matter how complicated the forces behind them are, whether they are the prince or the king of Wei, whether they are clan relatives or ***, they can see clearly that at this time, Kuanzhou has been guarded by Mo Qianlan, and no one dares to take risks at this time and become the second drowned Tan Xuan.

Prayer is a form of surrender.

However, in this surrender, how many people are quietly moving behind the scenes, trying to put Mo Qianlan to death?

When Mo Qianlan walked to the second hall, he bent down to support the wall, spit out the little water in his abdomen, raised his head and gasped to look at the sky, and saw that it was more than half of the hour, but the sky was still gloomy, and the wind was urgent, as if it was about to blow a burst of heavy snow.

Yin Bei handed over the prayer post to the subordinates who followed on the side, and hugged Mo Qianlan: "Uncle, rest."

Mo Qianlan shook his head and walked forward slowly: "How many people are sent to the delivery shop for urgent delivery?"

"The two of them, one is the transfer envoy Hou Fuzhong, and the other is Cao Guan Jigang, a subordinate of Tan Xuan, both of them were sent to Kyoto, and their subordinates have intercepted them." Yin Bei took out the intercepted recital from his arms and handed it to Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan leaned against the wall, opened it and looked closely, and saw that these two so-called letters were not intended to be sent to the emperor, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Where are these two now?"

"Wait in the front yard with the others."

"Did Wu Jin's greeting post arrive?"

Yin Bei shook his head: "No, my subordinates sent someone to see it, and he was in the burned Zhizhou Mansion to see the internal inspection of the injury."

Mo Qianlan put the book in his sleeve and said lightly, "Let him come over, you will invite him personally."

Yin Bei was puzzled: "If he refuses to come, what will his subordinates do?"

The tip of Mo Qianlan's nose was cold, and a small snowflake fell on his nose, and he reached out and touched it: "He is full of suspicions, he will definitely come."

Yin Bei nodded and sent Mo Qianlan to the front hall first.

In the front yard, the two Cao officials, the Kuanzhou prefect, the pacification envoy, the transfer envoy, the punishment envoy, the cangsi, the tea and salt envoy, and the governor's government office, stood in one place, their faces were cold, their hands were armed, and their expressions were different.

King Wei was nowhere to be seen.

When Mo Qianlan arrived, the king of Wei was still not out, he had no scruples, stood at the head of the officials, and waited for the king of Wei to pass on the meeting, before entering the main hall and sitting under the head of the king of Wei.

King Wei looked panicked and tired, hesitated for a moment, and still according to what Mo Qianlan said: "Your Majesty has a will to negotiate peace, General Mo has returned to the village last night, repelled the Jin Yu, Hou Zhu, today you will go to Gaoping Village, send a letter to Jin Yu——"

Mo Qianlan suddenly interrupted him: "Lord Wang, Hou Zhuan is unbearable."

He looked at Hou Fuzhong: "Hou Fuzhong, you have been an official for many years, and now you are an important member, but you still don't understand the laws of the imperial court, as a transit envoy, in charge of the finance and taxation of Kuanzhou, and now the King of Wei is the envoy of Zhenkuanzhou, commanding all important affairs, you have something, why don't you ask the King of Wei to decide, but send a letter to Kyoto?"

Hou Fuzhong's face changed instantly, and when he saw Mo Qianlan take out the sheepskin envelope from his sleeve and slap it on the table, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart - Mo Qianlan no longer has an official body, but he has the strength of the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and he acts without scruples, and seems to have completely ignored the affairs of his death.

Did he know that his death was coming, and he wanted everyone to become his accomplices and be buried together?

"I...... Lord Wang, the lower officials are at fault." He got up, carefully picked up the parchment from the table, and threw it into the brazier to save his life.

When the others saw this, they didn't dare to breathe.

Then Mo Qianlan took out another letter and threw it on the ground, and the three feathers on it fell off, reflecting on the blue bricks.

Mo Qianlan's eyes searched behind everyone, and looked at Ji Gang, who was pale: "Chen Xuan rebelled, Gaozu used Yu Yu to recruit soldiers from all over the world, and Ji Cao Guan pretended to play the book Yu Yu, did he want to tell the prince who was against him?" Whose soldiers are you recruiting?"

Ji Caoguan really never thought that the delivery shop had already fallen into the hands of Mo Qianlan - or it was already in the Mo family's pocket.

He saw that no one was looking sideways, and Cao Guan, who came with him, was also silent, he wanted to emulate Hou Fuzhong, but Mo Qianlan had already stepped on it with his foot.

His heart was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Qianlan

, do you think that by controlling the delivery shop, you can intercept the message? Who can't take the news out except for the delivery shop? In less than half a month, your doom will come!"

Mo Qianlan's expression was as cold as a stone statue: "You colluded with the prince and falsely accused the prince, the prince has his own instrument, come and blast him out."

With that, he shook his head quietly.

The two guards stepped forward and grabbed Ji Caoguan, but instead of carrying him out, there was a "bang" and slammed his head against the wall.

The officials exclaimed in surprise and got up and retreated, and King Wei covered his mouth, wanting to vomit but not vomit.

One of the guards said in a deep voice: "Lord Wang, Ji Caoguan broke free from his subordinates, and died by hitting the wall in fear of sin."

The entire front hall was silent, someone quietly raised his head, saw Mo Qianlan not moving like a mountain, and finally understood - Mo Qianlan did not give up until he reached his goal, and anyone who hindered him would be killed.

Hou Fuzhong was sweating profusely, and his face was like earth.

Mo Qianlan looked at King Wei: "Lord Wang, Ji Caoguan has died in fear of crime, so I will no longer hand it over to the prefect's yamen for careful investigation, and leave him to clear his name."

He has never been moved by blood, starting from his broken bones and struggling to survive, any weakness and mercy he has will lead to death, will turn the Mo family upside down, and will make Mo Lingfeng die.

The life he had lost, the sicknesses he had endured, had been caused by cowardice.

The glimmer of hope floating on King Wei's face ended in an instant, and he shuddered and nodded.

Mo Qianlan waved his hand: "Drag it away."

The guards quickly dragged away the bodies and cleared the ground, killing a single person, as if a farce was being covered up.

The only thing that lingered was blood.

King Wei looked at Mo Qianlan, and then at the "palace guards" who were separated on the left and right, his nose was congested, and he could only talk about peace talks again: "On the 15th Ji, if Jin Yu wants to negotiate peace, he will discuss in detail outside Gaoping Village on the 15th."

After listening to this, Hou Fuzhong thought that today is the eighth day of the first lunar month, and Mo Qianlan's plan should be finalized on the 15th - after October 15th, it will be difficult for the dynasty to move the Mo family.

And Mo Qianlan killed Ji Caoguan precisely because Yu Yu was in a hurry for 800 miles and would be sent to Kyoto in a few days, so his plan was disrupted.

His heart moved slightly, and he arched his hand and said, "Lord Wang, will the fifteenth be too hasty? It is so urgent that it is not good for our dynasty."

Mo Qianlan put down the ginseng tea: "The decline of the golden capsule against the wind can't raise feathers; At the end of the crossbow, the force cannot enter Lu Min, and they can't ask for peace talks early, and the will of the oath is also there, so there is no need to delay."

He smiled at King Wei, "What does the prince see?"

His smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and King Wei gritted his teeth with a cold sweat and said, "That's right."

Mo Qianlan casually pointed to a person: "The matter of delivering the letter will be left to Li Cangsi."

Hou Fuzhong shut up, and the group waited, sat for a while, and the trembling dispersed.