Mo Qianlan was in poor spirits, barely supporting himself from falling asleep.

"The peace talks the day after tomorrow, I have already made arrangements, let Jin Yu protect the Mo family for ten years, and during these ten years, the emperor will not act rashly-"

He took out the handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed, sensing the bloody breath between his lips and teeth, and his heart was cold again.

Stuffing the handkerchief into his sleeve, he took out the small porcelain bottle, poured out the pill and ate it: "Ten years later, the situation is unpredictable, I want to ship goods back from the Jeju wharf, set up a workshop in Kwanju, and save my life no matter what the situation is in the future."

Cheng Taishan's tea had already reached his mouth, and when he heard the word "workshop", the tea trembled suddenly, and the tea in it swung out of the tea cup, sprinkled all over his hands, and even his clothes had tea stains.

He put down the teacup, wiped it with a handkerchief, and saw that Mo Qianlan's eyes were dark and blue, and his face was blue and white, knowing that his life was not easy, he couldn't bear it.

It is a capital crime to build a private workshop to make bows, crossbows, armor and other things.

No wonder Mo Qianlan had to apologize to him first.

He couldn't help but say, "Is there anything else you can do?"

Mo Qianlan shook his head: "After the peace talks, once Jin Yu is weak, the emperor will definitely do something to the Mo family, if there is no workshop, he will be captured, if Jin Yu breaks the peace talks, the emperor will definitely abandon the fortress, and if there is no workshop, he will also wait for death."

He looked at Cheng Taishan's honest face, and felt sorry in his heart - he had to come to Cheng Taishan, once he died, neither Leaf nor Wu Jin would have this friendship to make Cheng Taishan take risks for the Mo family.

The noise outside the house was in his ears, Cheng Taishan's lips were pursed, and he only felt two words - danger.

He and Mo Qianlan knew this danger, he also knew Mo Qianlan's predicament, and he knew Mo Qianlan's personality - not as a last resort, he would not come to beg himself, he would rather dig a river by himself and let Kuanzhou have a wharf, rather than let the Cheng family fall into crisis.

Whether dead or alive, he could not refuse, nor should he refuse.

Mo Qianlan is his friend since childhood, the Cheng family can prosper in Kuanzhou, he can be as stable as Mount Tai in officialdom, and Mo Qianlan is secretly there.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he will jump down.

The smoke of the incense burner becomes a silent net, the chrysanthemum will have a dark fragrance to attack people, the charcoal fire is the most likely to burn the hand, and the bell rings like gold under the eaves.

He fixed his soul and looked at Mo Qianlan, believing that the two of them could join forces and survive under the sword.

"It's not easy," he took a deep breath, "it's too difficult, silver is secondary, and it's the hardest thing to hide from the world and the sea on the docks, it's not something that can be settled by a leaky merchant with a little silver, and if it's not much, it will be shattered."

Mo Qianlan was silent for a moment: "So I need you to control Jeju, my people can go to Jeju with you, listen to your call, the Liu family and the Shi family on the dock are also available, and the things bought are reduced to zero, and then transported back to Kuanju."

Cheng Taishan nodded: "You arranged it very properly."

If something happens, the Liu family is a leaky merchant and can be sent out to take the blame, and as far as he knows, the Shi family's ships run through the north and south, and they are very scattered, and there are some ships that many people don't know are Shi Yuan's.

He picked up the teacup and drank it all: "I will take a concubine room in Jeju and break off the family in the name of spoiling the concubine and killing his wife."

"There's no need for this," Mo Qianlan got up, stood in front of the window, pushed open the window, let the cold wind stain his body, and woke up, "Trust me."

Cheng Taishan immediately got up, closed the window with a "snap", and pressed him back into the chair: "What kind of fairy wind bones are you still pretending to be when you are old, don't blow it apart!"

Mo Qianlan said "haha" twice: "Where is it so old, I always feel that Ah Yu is still young, and besides, the two of us are about the same age."

Cheng Taishan looked at the gray hair that appeared under his hood and sighed, "The hair is all white."

"If I'm dead," Mo Qianlan paused, "you'll treat Ah Yan as your own sister."

"If you don't say a few unlucky words, you can live two more years."

After a while, Mo Lingfeng came with a big yellow dog, the two of them and a dog said goodbye and left, Cheng Taishan did not send it far, stood at the door of the second hall, and watched them clasp their hands, through the dead trees, through the chrysanthemums, and into the early winter

In the cold wind.

This time his gaze fell on Mo Lingfeng, the cold wind rising from the ground blew her clothes hunting, the iron blue sky receded in front of her little by little, and several rays of sunlight broke through the clouds and fell on her, crossing her with a layer of golden light.

Whether it is Cheng Taishan, Mo Qianlan, or Zhao Shiheng, these people who have been on the driftwood raft in Xiongshi Gorge, watching falling flowers like rain, pulling slingshots in the racecourse, and hitting every shot, are all crushed under her feet.

She grew up.

Suddenly, his heart moved, ignoring the countless guests outside, he walked back into the house, closed the door, sat back in front of the bookcase, took out the gossip tray from the drawer and put it on the table.

He held his breath, took three copper coins and buckled them in his palms, asked in his heart, shook the three copper coins in his palm, and put them into the gossip plate.

He remembered it, and after six times, he put down the copper coin, leaned back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

Tun hexagram.

Yuan Heng, Li Zhen, don't have anything to do with it-

He spat out the remaining three words: "Yi Jianhou."

His heart jumped suddenly, he got up to grind the ink, spread the paper and pick up the pen, and drew the Tun hexagram.

This hexagram is the outer hexagram "Kan", the kan is the danger of trapping, the cloud is the rain is the water, and the inner hexagram is the "earthquake", the earthquake thunder and the drum of all things.

The inside wants to move and the danger is outside, all things are born, the danger is numerous, it is difficult to be tun, the thunderstorm is full of movement, the sky is made of grass, and it is advisable to build a marquis and be restless.

Only when the time is right can we thrive.

His heart beat violently in the cavity, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the brazier, watched a puff of green smoke rise, and the bamboo paper gradually turned into ashes, and then gradually calmed down, but he was still suspicious, walked to the window and listened for a long time, didn't hear anything, and came back to sit down.

Once it will be successful, it will still be dry, let alone establish a Hou State.

Mo Qianlan said that the establishment of the workshop must be only a small part of his plan, I don't know what else he planned.

Cheng Taishan paced back and forth in the house, pondering the meaning of the Tun hexagram, the Mo family brothers and sisters had returned to the Mo Mansion, no longer going out, and killing time in the second cubicle.

The oil rice balls sent by the Cheng family, Mo Qianlan was unblessed, Mo Lingfeng's entire right shoulder was unbearably sore, lying on the couch, and he didn't move for a long time.

Mo Qianlan took a hand stove that burned mugwort leaves, moved it back and forth where she was sore, and asked her if it hurt here and there.

Mo Lingfeng nodded again and again, it hurt everywhere, Mo Qianlan held the stove in both hands, up and down, busy non-stop, Mo Lingfeng finally turned over and laughed: "Brother, I lied to you, only there is a little pain in the gap."

She slammed her right arm and shrugged her shoulder, trying to relieve the pain in the gap between her shoulder blades, but after failing to do so, she simply didn't care, picked up an oily rice ball from the small table and took a bite, and ate salted tempeh and meat, feeling that it was not all enema, she looked down and looked carefully, and showed Mo Qianlan again: "There is chicken."

Mo Qianlan stared at her and smiled reluctantly, not knowing how deep into the gap between her shoulder blades