King Wei stayed alone in the front hall, entered the compartment under strict security, and sat in the circle chair, black blood surging in his heart.

Fifteenth.

Once Mo Qianlan achieves his goal, he, the puppet prince, will definitely die.

He has seven more days to live.

The chair was very uncomfortable, he got up and walked to the couch and sat down, the couch is also an old object, no pillows, although it is expensive, but it is not comfortable.

He was powerless in disgust, his elbows propped on his legs, his palms covering his face, and he trembled uncontrollably.

How can I survive?

Who was the first-class guard who escaped?

It must be Huang Yiren!

He rubbed his face vigorously with his palms, stood up and paced around the room.

Huang Yiren was single-handed, it was difficult to save himself under Mo Qianlan's strict guard, and the only possible opportunity was to escape from Kuanzhou on the 15th, taking advantage of Mo Qianlan's hectic situation.

But how do you know Mo Qianlan's plan on the fifteenth?

And how to deliver a message to Huang Yiren, who is difficult to protect?

A crunch sounded at the door, interrupting his thoughts, and he yelled in a fidget, "Get out!"

The visitor turned a deaf ear, carried the food box, placed it on the table, lifted the lid, and offered breakfast.

King Wei looked sideways, only to find that it was Qi Chang who appeared on the stage.

He saw that he was gray and short, dressed as a subordinate, pretending to be deaf and dumb like the others in this courtyard, and sneered, "Cheap bones can survive anywhere!"

Qi Chang was silent, and after setting up the meal, he stood aside: "Please have a meal."

The King of Wei was terrified all night, and when he lay in bed, he didn't even know whether he was asleep or not, and he had no appetite at all.

Sitting at the table, he pulled the japonica rice porridge, ate two bites, and then couldn't eat it anymore, took down the spoon, leaned back on the back of the chair, put his hand on his lap, and pinched a few golden pills in the purse around his waist.

He closed his eyes and felt like he had no way out.

Hunger and fullness, warmth and cold, excitement and exhaustion, all coexisted in his body, his forehead was swollen and painful, but his heart was still beating violently, unwilling to sit still.

Qi Chang stood aside, and after not seeing him move his chopsticks for a long time, he stepped forward and leaned over to clean up.

As soon as he bent down, King Wei's head fell back violently, wanting to get farther away from Qi Chang.

Qi Chang is not only a villain, but also the dirtiest and most despicable mouse, who has spent his whole life cocooning himself in his mouse hole.

Such a villain needs to be guarded against more than a killer with a sword in his hand.

A moment later, a thought suddenly flashed in King Wei's mind, staring at Qi Chang, but the next moment, he looked away.

Qi Chang can't use it.

Mo Qianlan left Qi Chang, maybe it was a bait left for him.

He opened his eyes again and stared at Qi Chang, blood began to surge in his body, his ears sounded like thunder, and Qi Chang in his eyes suddenly turned blue and fanged, and he would betray in the next moment.

But he had no other choice, he had to take the risk, or he would have to sit here and die.

It's all dead horizontally and vertically, and there's nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, there is also Huang Yiren, as long as he can communicate with Huang Yiren, there is hope to turn things around.

He suddenly spoke, "Down, I'm hungry."

Qi Chang paused, and took out the same thing again.

King Wei didn't move and asked, "Is it snowing?"

Qi Chang turned his head to look at the window, where the snow shadow was reflected, and nodded numbly.

The snow fluttered down, the sound was calm, King Wei picked up a finely stuffed bun, got up and walked around to eat, eating absent-mindedly, hesitating to go.

When passing by Qi Chang, he threw away the bun, suddenly made a move, knocked down Qi Chang, and at the same time stuffed a tangerine peel inner gold pill into his mouth that he was about to exclaim, and then covered his mouth tightly.

The back of Qi Chang's head fell to the ground with a "bang", and suddenly the sky was spinning, his eyes were full of stars, and the things in his mouth slipped into his throat, the taste was bitter, and it seemed to be medicine.

The guard outside the door quickly opened the door, and the wind and snow poured in with his gaze: "Lord, what happened?"

King Wei forced Qi Chang to get up: "It's okay, he fell."

The guard's eyes rolled on Qi Chang's body, his face turned back expressionlessly, and he closed the door with a "snap".

Qi Chang got up, opened his mouth wide, put the fingers of his right hand into his mouth, and buckled his throat, and after a burst of retching, his eyes were red like a trapped beast.

"What did you give me to eat?" He snarled in a suppressed voice, "What is it?"

Because King Wei had no confidence, he was extraordinarily bluffing, sat back in the chair, and said coldly: "Your life is good, you can eat all the palace secret medicines, you live a despicable life, but you can die a noble death."

Qi Chang couldn't reminisce the taste in his mouth, and he couldn't convince himself that King Wei had eaten a candy for himself, and he was just mad with anger.

He couldn't help but go crazy.

Why don't these people let him go!

"Lord Wang...... Don't scare me, please, I'm just a subordinate now, I don't have any use for you, my uncle is very defensive of me, I can't help you, you can find someone else, Li Yijiao - you said that you are uncomfortable, come to check your pulse, and the uncle trusts him very much...... You're afraid he's too good at medicine, so there's—"

He pondered for a long time to come up with a suitable candidate for King Wei.

King Wei sat up straight: "Can his medical skills be compared to the imperial doctor? Besides, no one else is afraid of death as you are."

Qi Chang's resentment came to an abrupt end.

King Wei sneered, "Do you dare to gamble, is it poison that you eat? We'll see in three days."

He looked at Qi Chang, and he felt ridiculous, a trapped beast, with a clumsy plan, to drive a mouse.

And Qi Chang is more like his nemesis, and he doesn't seem to be a savior at all.

Qi Chang stood silently, his eyelids blinked, thinking of Mo Qianlan.

Maybe you can inform Mo Qianlan of King Wei's words and deeds to show his loyalty.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want to know what Mo Qianlan is going to do in the peace talks on the 15th, and then spread the news, there are people from Wu Desi outside."

Qi Chang thought of the guard who had fled: "Where is the antidote?"

"The people of the Martial Virtue Division gave it to you."

Qi Chang nodded, cleaned up the food on the table again, carried the food box, walked to the door, opened the door with one hand, and shivered in the biting wind.

When Wu Jin came out of the ruins, the snow was also blowing, Yin Bei held an oil-paper umbrella and bowed down to follow Wu Jin forward.

There was already a thin layer of snow on the ground, and Wu Jin carried the hem of his clothes and stepped on a series of black footprints.

A brazier was placed outside the ruins, and the men were tearing paper money inside, and charred, unrecognizable corpses, like black coal, were placed in a row.

The crying was heartbreaking, shaking the world, and the paper money was dusted on Wu Jin's straight sleeve, and he reached out to dust it off, as if he had lost his life.

The ashes still left a black mark on his sleeve, insignificant, and no one would notice it, but he looked at it harshly, as if someone had choked his throat.

He followed Yin Bei to the main gate of the Mo Mansion, and when he looked up, he saw that the plaque had been changed from the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion to the General's Mansion, but the appearance of this mansion had not changed at all, and it was still a Yama Palace.

Yin Bei stretched out his hand forward: "Young Master Wu, please."

Wu Jin didn't move, looked at the dragon gate body used on the plaque, and asked, "Is this your uncle's handwriting?"

Yin Bei nodded: "Yes, the uncle personally mentioned it."

The five words "General Guide" have ups and downs, and they are extremely longitudinal, such as drawing sand with a cone, like a new blade in the sword, like a phoenix, and the sentence is a claw and a tooth.

Fierce...

Brave the world.