When Wu Jin walked into the second hall, the world was already white, the next person lifted the heavy wind curtain, and a warm wind with a rich aroma came to his face, and the hands frozen outside instantly became numb and hot, and his eyes couldn't open the hot air, and he couldn't even breathe for a while.

It's too warm.

He stabilized his body and looked ahead, Mo Qianlan was sitting in the chair of the Taishi in the middle, his hair was scattered, there were several long needles on his head, his clothes were layered, his chest was open, and silver needles were also pierced, and there were large red marks on it, which were particularly dazzling, as if he had been scratched by something hard. literature

Li Yitie was only wearing a single coat, his head was hot and sweaty, he turned his head to look at Wu Jin, immediately stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and probed intently, and then helped him take off his crane and pinched the white round-neck straight-sleeved gown, and saw that it was not too thick, so he said: "Yin Bei, Wu Tong can't sweat, get him a light and soft scarf."

Yin Bei left in response, Mo Qianlan lifted his tired eyelids, saw that Wu Jin was meticulous, saluted him as an elder, and said, "Don't be polite, sit."

Li Yi took Wu Jin to sit at the end, away from the charcoal basin, and reached out to probe the back of Wu Jin's neck, dry, warm, just right, and then said with confidence: "Have you drunk the medicine?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Drink, thank you for remembering."

"I'm afraid I'll smash the sign." Li Yitie walked back to Mo Qianlan's side, took the teacup and drank it all, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

When the incense is burned, the small copper ball hanging on the incense pillar falls, making a "bang" sound.

He stretched out his hand to pull out the needle, and the subordinate came in with the medicine and sent it to Mo Qianlan, Mo Qianlan drank it slowly, wiped the medicine stains from his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed twice: "You go.".

He instructed his subordinates to serve tea, and his subordinates packed up the medicine bowl and withdrew, Li Yitie put on a fox fur, put on a mink hat, picked up the medicine box, glanced at the two tired patients, sighed silently, and left the place of right and wrong.

Mo Qianlan rested one elbow on the arm of the chair, eased his nerves, and looked at Wu Jin carefully.

He saw that Wu Jin was sick, his posture did not change, his humble expression did not change, his clear eyes did not change, and his heart said that this person began with the meaning of nature, through the way of Jiamei, and the appropriateness of things, and the yang of all things, which is very good.

He smiled: "Judge Wu Tong doesn't have to sit so upright, I don't have anything else to do today, just to solve your doubts."

Wu Jin said: "Please give the uncle a lecture on the fire in the yamen of the state capital, 30 people died in the yamen, and 28 people died in the nursing home."

The servant brought the refreshments, Mo Qianlan took a sip of his life-sustaining ginseng tea, and avoided talking about it: "I am the sin of Huaibi, you are the sin of Huaimin, but I don't have the courage to break the cauldron at your age."

Wu Jin faintly heard the sound of Xun, coming from a distance, he was distracted for a moment, and then put away his heart: "People who don't have benevolence, too much courage is a bad thing."

Mo Qianlan also heard the sound of Xun, glanced out the window, turned his head to look at Wu Jin, and said: "Kyoto is not an easy place for you, not only Kyoto, if there is no Ming Jun, no matter where you are an official, it will be very difficult."

Wu Jin asked, "Then is the Ming Jun in your heart the crown prince or the king of Wei?" Or is it someone else?"

With this shocking question, there is a thrilling answer.

Mo Qianlan's words have a deep meaning: "The one who trusts you is Mingjun."

He stretched out his hand and plucked a grain of candied fruit: "Once a person is a king, above ten thousand people, the ears and eyes will inevitably be closed, and if you listen to the words of the woman who cheats the villain, it will become unclear, only one person treats each other sincerely, unswervingly, and the heart of a gentleman can be trusted."

Wu Jin said: "It can be turned upside down, how easy is it to talk about."

is not only unveiled, but also because Mo Lingfeng is a woman.

"It's not easy, and I don't have the strength to do it again," Mo Qianlan picked up the candied fruit and soaked it in the bitter ginseng tea, "I can only use thunderous means to dominate the King of Wei, and use the act of peace talks to survive the Jedi."

He saw Wu Jin's dusty shoes: "You came from the yamen of the state capital, I know that you are sad and angry for those who died in vain, just like the time at the pavilion, but you have to understand that continuing to delay will only make the country and the dynasty embarrassed both internally and externally.

"Those people are people, too."

"Yes, my retribution, I will go to hell

I will also pay a huge price to keep the border calm for ten years, and at the same time keep the Mo family."

Wu Jin didn't give him any time to think: "What price?"

Mo Qianlan said: "During the peace talks, as long as Jin Yu gives the Mo family lord a wide state and the wealth of ten states in the oath, I will give it up."

Wu Jin said, "I don't believe you."

Mo Qianlan drank half a cup of tea: "My death is only a few days."

There was a sudden silence in the room.

The snow is flying, the cold wind is blowing, the charcoal fire is scorching, and the heaven and the earth are silent.

Wu Jin marched, thousands of doubts stopped in his chest, staring at Mo Qianlan's face, unbelievable and expected.

Because this day will come sooner or later.

He picked up the teacup, and in the steaming heat, he saw a circle of ripples in the teacup, and realized that he was crying.

Even though Mo Qianlan was heinous and bloody, he was a hellish Shura, he still cried for him.

Mo Qianlan's magnificent and rare joy in this life has come to an end, accompanied by the pain of most of his life.

At the same time, his doubts were solved.

Why did Mo Qianlan choose to act only when he learned the news of his death on the second day of October?

Because he is the person Mo Qianlan is looking for.

He remembered the night when he first met Mo Lingfeng, the colorful and beautiful sound of Yuhua Street, drunk and dreaming of death, a little girl, sitting on her brother's shoulder, swept at him with a pair of precocious eyes, saw through his embarrassment, and made the things between them silently shatter.

It turned out to be throbbing, really only for a moment.

Her beloved brother was dying, and he couldn't and wouldn't leave her.

And for the third time, he was an unforgivable conspirator - don't bother about the fire in the yamen of the state capital, don't care about the imprisonment of King Wei, don't participate in peace talks, close your eyes, close your mouth, and don't look at those who died in vain.

There will be a fourth, a fifth...... Countless times.

With the smell of rust in his throat, he coughed and swallowed the blood back, suppressing the sharp pain in his abdomen.

Mo Qianlan got up, held the jade staff, and walked to Wu Jin's side: "I will let Liu Boyu go to Jinlu to deliver a letter, the person who walks in the dark also has his own use, if you still don't believe it, you can wait here."

He stretched out his hand and touched Wu Jin's heart: "I have said everything, so do you treat Ah Jin sincerely and unswervingly?" Can I entrust her to you?"

His breath swallowed into his stomach little by little with the voice, dark and hoarse, a little aftersound when the song ended, trembling, hanging a breath, not wanting to cut off, unwilling to leave.

However, the world is not up to man.

Wu Jin's chest was so congested that Mo Qianlan saw his heart with a pair of eyes, and nodded: "Yes."

He pushed away Mo Qianlan's cold and heavy hand, "But I'm not Mr. Zhao."

"I know," Mo Qianlan let go of his hand and slowly walked back to sit down, "I know that to subvert the world, you need to kill, you need to gather people's hearts, you need benevolence, you are better than Shiheng, and the people will be blessed because of you."

He calmly manipulated Wu Jin, like anyone in the manipulation bureau.