Mo Lingfeng flew off his horse and bowed his hand to King Wei: "The lower official greets the prince, and the prince invites him to enter the village."

King Wei did not dismount, only raised his hand slightly, let Mo Lingfeng get up, and when Mo Lingfeng got on the horse again, led the soldiers to the sides, and the guards surrounded King Wei and walked inward.

This was followed by Mo Qianlan's carriage.

Hou Fuzhong, Li Qing and King Wei glanced at each other, and had no choice but to urge them to step forward.

Stepping on the suspension bridge, for the two of them, is really stepping into Mo Qianlan's conspiracy.

This conspiracy, through the high-sounding peace talks, quietly gnawed at the dynasty that had been riddled with holes, and the emperors did not know the great changes in the border passes, even if they had the intention to save the country, they could not do anything.

It's not that there is no way at all, if the Hou and Li are loyal, they can disperse their wealth and wealth together with the state officials, King Qin, if not, he can calmly take justice, and the King of Wei can also die generously, so that Mo Qianlan has no one to use.

Without the seal of the king of Wei and the official seal of the state official, it fell on black and white, how could Jin Yu make peace so easily, and Mo Qianlan's conspiracy had no place to play.

But whether it was the king of Wei or the state officials, no one thought of saving their dynasty with death, which was really funny.

Huang Yiren followed Hou Fuzhong, a bearded Hengban officer, who waited for orders in the Hou Mansion when he was in Yin - dozens of officials were hungry and cold, and they were not familiar with it, so they had no intention of caring about it, and they still did not know that their companions had been replaced.

His gaze dodged, only occasionally falling on King Wei, waiting for an opportunity.

A group of people entered the fortress in a mighty way, at this time it was the time of the drills of the various armies, the king of Wei had not yet dismounted, he heard a shout, a cold light flashed in front of him, and all the thick long knives were as dazzling as waves.

In the midst of the unrecognizable shouts, the soldiers wore iron armor and walked neatly, making a heavy sound of "stepping", and the iron armor moved with it, and its sound intersected, and the momentum was magnificent.

The sword was as bright as silver, and it was against the crow spear, and the crow spear had a thorn on its head, stabbing into the eyes of King Wei, as if to hook out his soul together.

The commander made his face solemn, silently under the morning light, turned a blind eye to King Wei and others, and only after seeing Mo Lingfeng did he put away his sword and saluted Mo Lingfeng.

"See General Mo!"

The overwhelming sound of bowing came and went with their footsteps, and there was no clutter in the drills—bows—and rehearsals.

The archers have no missing arrows, the crossbows are hundreds of stones, the infantry is brave, and the cavalry is fierce, which is by no means comparable to the garrison, even if the heavily guarded forbidden army is here, they are not inferior.

Just when King Wei and the others were shocked, a soldier on the city tower waved a banner with the word "Mo", and shouted loudly, "Guard!"

The fierce battle soldiers who were still there immediately stopped, and the commanders of all armies lined up at the starting point, and led the soldiers to gather at the west gate, and set up a defensive position in an orderly manner.

There was also a procession of 100 men, consisting of infantry, cavalry, and crossbowmen, at the forefront.

The city gate opened suddenly, and the hundred-person team went out of the city under the incomprehensible gaze of King Wei and others, and a moment later, the soldiers stationed outside Gaoping Village last night were like a storm, stepping on the snow and ice, and returned to the village.

The whole process was silent, and King Wei and the others were shocked by this situation, and they did not dare to act rashly.

It wasn't until the end of the drill that the murderous aura in the army slowly dissipated, and Hou Fuzhong couldn't help but ask, "General Mo, has the outside of the village been armed?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded, led them to the outside of the middle tent, and dismounted and bowed his hands: "Lord Wang, the hour is still early, please enter the middle tent to rest."

Without waiting for King Wei to dismount, she walked to Mo Qianlan's carriage, lifted the curtain, and stretched out her hand in.

Yin Bei put down the stool, Mo Qianlan helped her men in the carriage, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Very good, brother and honor."

Mo Lingfeng curled the corners of his mouth, and there was a little smugness in his eyes.

A raging charcoal fire was lit in the middle tent to dispel the severe cold - although Gaoping Village was not far from the city, it was much colder.

Nomadic Muqing invited the king of Wei to the first seat, and the king of Wei was facing the flames, like sitting on pins and needles, and the tongue of fire licked him, although it was not enough, but it was terrifying.

What came to his mind was that the majestic palace was in flames, and the magnificent Kyoto was in ruins.

The Mo family is powerful.

How did it get so big?

He looked at the Mo family brothers and sisters who were sitting under him, and there were puzzles and doubts in his eyes - how could a little woman, a sick and weak man, make such a great cause at the feet of the Son of Heaven?

He doesn't know the will of the people, which is actually something that can be easily swayed.

But the brothers and sisters of the Mo family knew, so Mo Lingfeng defended the isolated island of Gaopingzhai for the rest of his life, and sent the soldiers who died in the war back to their hometowns to win everything discarded by the Heavenly Family.

No one spoke in the room, Chong Tao brought refreshments, Wei Wangqiang sat for a while, drank a cup of tea uneasily, and suddenly got up and wanted to go to the official room to relieve himself.

The guards led him to the official room, but he didn't let the guards follow, so he went in alone and took off his crane, put it on his coat, and sighed silently, when he suddenly heard a very small voice calling him: "Lord."

He was startled, looked around, saw no one, thought that he was too worried, stretched out his hand to knead the mountain roots, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, this voice was very similar to Huang Yiren!

He hurriedly bypassed the partition and walked to the back of the toilet, where he saw a man with a full beard standing in front of the toilet.

"You ......"

Huang Yiren raised a finger, "shh

King Wei's eyes gradually lit up, and since Qi Chang disappeared, his already desperate heart finally regained its vitality.

He clutched Huang Yiren's sleeve tightly, for fear that he would run away: "Hurry, let's go!"

Huang Yiren shook his head: "Lord Wang, you just saw that the fortress is heavily guarded, and it is not easy to escape."

"Disguise ......" King Wei's voice raised a little, and quickly lowered, "How did you get in, just take me out, as long as we can get out of Kuanzhou, the dilemma will be solved!"

Huang Yiren broke his hand: "Lord, I have already found out clearly, in today's peace talks, Mo Qianlan wants to hand over the wealth of the ten states, and at the end of the peace talks, I hid a seven-inch crossbow, just waiting for Mo Qianlan to send the news, and immediately kill him, you take the opportunity to snatch something from him!"

King Wei pondered hard: "No, as soon as Mo Qianlan dies, how can we get out?"

Huang Yiren said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Jin Yu will definitely take this opportunity to kill, and when the time comes, there will be chaos, and we will just take advantage of the chaos to escape."

King Wei frowned: "It's not ......."

Before he finished speaking, the guard's urging sounded outside the official room: "Lord Wang, do you want your subordinates to come in and help?"

"Don't!" King Wei shouted abruptly, Huang Yiren immediately touched him, he realized that he was out of shape, and quickly calmed down, "The tea here is not good, my stomach is uncomfortable, and wait."

The guards outside paused for a moment and echoed "yes", but there were footsteps again, closer to the door of the official house, and someone leaned over the window.

Huang Yiren tensed all over, his back pressed against the wall, and one hand quietly drew a sharp knife, ready to flee at any time.

Seeing this, King Wei was anxious and afraid, panicked and at a loss, so he could only stare dryly.