Mo Qianlan walked out, took out the porcelain bottle as he walked, poured out a large handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed it, but still felt that it was not enough, poured another handful, and swallowed it.

It wasn't until he had eaten the entire bottle of pills that his breath eased slightly.

Dropping the porcelain vase, he continued to walk forward, leaving the past behind with each step.

Back in the middle tent, Nomad Qing stood outside, saw Mo Qianlan immediately bowed his hand, and looked back, before he could wonder where Mo Lingfeng went, Mo Qianlan coughed: "The general is unwell, you want to rest for a while, you take the troops to follow me to the peace talks."

Nomad Qing nodded: "Yes, I will arrange this in the end."

He is the person elected by Mo Qianlan, and in his eyes, the brothers and sisters of the Mo family are one, and everyone is the same.

The others had already had Mo Lingfeng's military orders in advance, and although Nomad Muqing and Yin Nan could not command the soldiers, they could still be mobilized.

The soldiers pushed open the door and invited Mo Qianlan to enter, he strode slowly, and the moment he saw the King of Wei, his withered eyes shot out a quenching light, like Lan Gui's new hair, Yushan was reforged, his hands were in his sleeves, although he had never held a sword, but he could make the world bleed.

He smiled and said, "Lord, the hour has come, please."

King Wei's body was heavy, his hands supported the armrests of the chair, he barely got up, glanced at Mo Qianlan, became more and more afraid, and after going out, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Kuanzhou City, hoping that there would be a strange soldier to save his life.

The state officials in Kuanzhou City who are not afraid of death are only one Wu Jin.

Wu Jin sat in front of the desk in the study of the General Judgment Mansion, looking at the paragraph of "The Legend of the Ram" that he copied, "In the fourth year of Zhuang Gong, Ji Hou Da went to his country".

Since returning home after reading this book in Chengfu on the 13th, he has silently spoken out of this verse.

This paragraph of the article solved all his doubts and spied on Mo Qianlan's lies under the truth.

The terminally ill Mo Qianlan, the son of the noble King Jin, the only Mo Lingfeng who can mobilize the Mo family's army, the puppet King Wei, and the escaped Huang Yiren are all indispensable links in this catastrophe.

Otherwise, even if Huang Yiren's means are all over the world, he will not be able to escape Mo Qianlan's net.

Everyone is a chess piece in the chessboard, moving with Mo Qianlan's heart.

After Wu Jin was in the cave, he locked himself in the second hall study and controlled his two legs - Mo Qianlan didn't want him to stir up the situation, so he didn't see him again since the eighth day of the first month.

At this time, his hands and feet were cold, and he shook his hands for a moment, and then got up to add charcoal.

He lifted the fire, burned the charcoals, made a stool and sat down by the charcoal fire, stretched out his hands on the fire to bake, his hands were no longer cold, and he was about to get up to write, when there was a knock outside the door: "Brother, the medicine is ready."

Wu Jin hid the expression on his face, walked back to the desk, and covered his handwriting: "Come in."

The door creaked open, and Wu Yi walked in cautiously with a plate and a medicine bowl.

Since breaking off his family, he had to put away all his careful thoughts, cautiously and diligently circle around Wu Jin, and did not dare to do anything wrong.

Wu Jin took the medicine bowl, drank it all, and put it aside, Wu Yi hurriedly said, "A-Niang let you eat this mutton patty."

Wu Jin nodded, finished eating slowly, rinsed his mouth with tea, and Cao Guan came to ask about something, Wu Yi hurriedly withdrew with a tray.

The governor is temporarily absent, and the militia, Qiangu and other official affairs are all supervised and implemented by the deputy second general judge.

The daylight outside the house has been dazzling, from the door, the window penetrated, the dust was blowing, like gold dust, Zhang Caoguan had already heard of Wu Jin's reputation for being unkind when he was sentenced to pass, and he had no time to sigh that it was sunny today, and he lowered his head and stepped forward, nervously handing over the September money account to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin opened it and took a closer look, and saw that there were nearly 40 kinds of money on it, which was much more than the names of other states.

After he read it, he picked up a pen and ticked off a dozen things such as "seed money", "fire money", and "sprinkle sweeping money".

Zhang Caoguan saw that he had crossed so many in a row, and said hurriedly: "Wu Tong's judgment is not a clever name set up by the lower officials, but it is really a permanent quota for the imperial court, and the permanent quota is higher than that of other states due to the large number of military supplies in this state, and only in this way can the quota be registered."

Wu Jin waved his hand and wrote intently, "Quasi-autumn departure

He got up and walked to Zhang Caoguan and handed over the account book: "It's okay if you don't register."

Zhang Caoguan was stunned for a moment: "If you don't board the quota, Your Majesty will definitely punish you, and your future ......."

At this, he chuckled in his heart and slammed his mouth shut.

Wu Jin has no future at all.

He fell from the highest place, and survived from the staff, and there will be no more days to ascend, only endless falls.

There was no incense in the house, and the smell of clean soaphorn came from Wu Jin's body, and a pot of camellia flowers fell on him and on the account book.

Zhang Caoguan looked down at the line of words written by Wu Jin, his posture was calm and calm, his pen was rigorous and sharp, and he was meticulous.

The unpretentious pen and paper, the fearlessness between the lines, and the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes that have been removed with a pen have actually given rise to a peaceful and stable atmosphere.

"The next official will do it." Zhang Caoguan was sure in his heart, and retired with the account books.

There was only one person left in the room again, Wu Jin sat alone in the daylight, closed his eyes and recuperated, and fell asleep at some point.

In the mist, the surroundings became a dead silence, and he heard blood "gurgling" from the ground, floating on the bluestone slabs, flowing out in all directions, and he wanted to get up and go out, and walked to the fortress, but his legs were nailed and could not move.

He watched as he was drowned in blood, descended into hell, and finally woke up in horror from suffocation.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was still so bright, the ground was clean, the charcoal was blazing, and nothing had changed.

He took out the book he copied from the pile of books on the table and burned it in the fire until it was ashes, and then he looked at Wu Yi, who had come to deliver charcoal: "What time is it?"

Wu Yi thought for a moment, "It's almost halfway through the hour."

Wu Jin walked to the door and looked in the direction of the fortress: "Peace talks have begun."

Outside Gaoping Village, the sun is already in full bloom, falling on the dry grass and gravel ground without any obstruction, the soldiers of Jin and Mo stand in the middle of the road, the flag rolls in the cold wind, and the tip of the gun condenses a little golden light, and the floating light is dazzling.

The soldiers guarded a small dome, and the guards and entourages brought by the prince and Wenchen quietly entered and exited the dome and sent refreshments.

The little prince was young, less than nine years old, born thin, and the four guards behind him did not leave an inch, and the guards were tight, and there was a slight movement on the opposite side, and the four people looked over with eight eyes.

Hou Fuzhong's mouth was dry, he took a sip of tea, and held back his anger: "With Sanchuan Village and Hengshan as the boundary, the two sides withdraw their troops, this is our bottom line, and it is really difficult to give in."

The other side sneered: "If Sanchuan Village is the boundary, you will not ask the two sides to withdraw their troops, and ask us to make unilateral concessions, you need to pay sincerity."

"If you don't withdraw your troops, we can still expel you from the realm, and since you are negotiating, you should also show sincerity, instead of blindly asking for it!"

"Our sincerity is to sit here, the boundary of the city, we have laid down, everything must be as usual!"

"With Sanchuan Village as the boundary!"

"Take Gaoping Village as the boundary!"