When Yin Bei saw Wu Jin, it was already snowing outside the house.

Wu Jin was not surprised after hearing the ins and outs, nodded very calmly, got up and left, Yin Bei hurriedly followed him.

While walking, Wu Jin asked, "Has Li Yiti gone?"

"Go, do you want to ***?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "No, don't control the shop, let all the news get out, the more messy the better, is there any life?"

"Yes, the transfer envoy Hou Fuzhong was injured."

"Let him live, go to pick up the bones and return to the city, the momentum must be huge, there is no need to cover up, the coffin of the king of Wei will be sent to the Hou Mansion, and the Hou Fuzhong will write a book of recitals, and enter Beijing with the coffin of the king of Wei."

The dead Mo Qianlan will make people mistakenly think that Kuanzhou has lost its restraints, and countless news will be delivered to the emperor as quickly as possible through urgent delivery.

Will the Emperor be able to withstand such a dramatic change?

There is no peace at the border, there is no peace for the people, and there is no peace for the country.

It is difficult for the eyes of the world to see that Mo Qianlan is the initiator, and in the fierce rumors, some people will attribute it to the dispute between the princes, some will attribute it to Mo Qianlan's collaboration with the enemy, and some people will attribute it to Huang Yiren is meticulous work.

The more news, the more difficult it is for people to dig out the truth, and when the big thing is settled, no one will come to their senses, it turns out that since Mo Qianlan was "sober", everyone has been in the game.

Mo Qianlan had no last resort, turning the helpless death into a weapon that engulfed the world, paving another bloody road for Mo Lingfeng.

Before the two of them walked out of the courtyard gate, Wu's mother was holding the medicine, carrying a hot steamed cake in her arms, and without an umbrella, she came from the verandah and exclaimed, "Boss, why don't you have an umbrella?"

She put down the tray, hurriedly came out from under the verandah, dragged Wu Jin under the verandah, and slapped the snow flakes on his body hard: "Want to go out? Drink the medicine first, and I'll go and get you clothes."

Wu Jin picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all, seemingly calm, but in fact, there were countless emotions churning in his chest, and he couldn't remember the cold and pain.

Wu's mother quickly came out, gave Wu Jin a crane, and gave Yin Bei an oil-paper umbrella, she recognized Yin Bei, a member of the Mo family.

She felt that her son was about to embark on a road of no return, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't take out the steamed cakes to Wu Jin.

There was wind and snow on the road, so I couldn't eat it, and it was already cold when I took it to Mofu, so I didn't have to take it out.

This steamed cake that she can't handle, like the humility she is eager to hide, and the powerlessness and humiliation in front of Mo Lingfeng all stem from this.

Yin Bei remembered that Wu Jin was still injured, so he immediately squatted down and carried Wu Jin on his back, supported Wu Jin's buttocks and legs with one hand, held an umbrella with the other, and walked outside the Tongju Mansion in one go.

Putting down Wu Jin in front of the carriage, he put down the stool and helped Wu Jin to get into the carriage, and the carriage went all the way unimpeded to the door of Mofu.

Wu Jin got out of the carriage and instructed Yin Bei in an orderly manner: "Before going to the fort, first go to Cheng's Mansion to ask Mrs. Cheng to come forward and handle the funeral."

"Yes."

"Who's in charge of the fortress?"

"Nomad Qing, I also left Yin Nan there."

"Okay."

Wu Jin asked Yin Bei to run errands and went straight to the second hall of Mofu by himself.

The corners of the eaves of Mofu exude a gloomy atmosphere, the wood core is filled with the smell of old decay, and the people are like clay sculptures, and the dead silence of Mo Lingfeng makes this house completely sunk.

Mama Grandma stood outside the house, wiping her tears with a handkerchief from time to time, panicking, and when she saw Wu Jin coming, she stepped forward and saluted: "Judge Wu Tong, you are here."

Wu Jin stood still in front of the door and asked softly, "Is the general inside?"

"Yes, Dr. Li prescribed tranquilizers, and she didn't drink them."

Wu Jin took a breath, walked up the stone steps, and knocked lightly on the door.

There was no movement in the house.

Wu Jin waited for a moment, stretched out his hand and pushed the door, the door creaked open, and the dim sky slowly entered, illuminating Mo Lingfeng who was sitting in the Taishi chair.

She sat in the place where Mo Qianlan often sits, her body was covered with dirty blood, she had not been scrubbed and replaced, her hands were on the armrests of the chair, her back was slightly back, she leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes turned into two black holes, and she looked ahead without emotion.

Wu Jin saw it in his eyes, and his heart was broken.

He stepped in, the house was slightly cold, the charcoal fire was weak, the red silver charcoal was covered with a layer of ash, the smell of incense pieces in the incense burner was faint, no one dared to come in to replace it, and the wind that followed Wu Jin's footsteps into it quickly swept away, taking away the smell of agarwood, medicine, and charcoal fire that had precipitated in the house.

Mo Qianlan's traces are disappearing silently, and Mo Lingfeng can't save anything.

She blinked her eyes and blinked Wu Jin into her eyes, no movement, no words, and sat in a daze.

Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, walked up to Mo Lingfeng, leaned over and reached out, and grabbed her hand: "Yefeng."

Mo Lingfeng's eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't make a sound.

Wu Jin squatted, the hem of his clothes fell to the ground, twists and turns, just like his heart: "He's gone."

Mo Lingfeng's face had an expression, his lips were tightly pursed, and the whole person became an air-dried clay sculpture, which would fall apart if he touched it at will.

She said, "No."

She soon found that she had forgotten the facts, she was anxious and panicked, she wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to escape, so she could only hang her head and not look at Wu Jin - she wanted to fight against the Heavenly Dao and the world.

Wu Jin stretched out her hand to hold her face, and her voice was gentle and firm: "He is gone, but he has left the world for you."

Mo Lingfeng looked at him for a long time, then suddenly pushed his hand away, stood up suddenly, reached out to remove the soft armor, and threw it on the ground: "I don't want it!"

Wu Jin fell to the ground, his internal organs shook, and he didn't even give himself time for pain, so he quickly stood up and firmly grasped Mo Lingfeng's arm with both hands: "Don't be afraid."

Mo Leaf shook off his hand, took off the golden lock around his neck, and threw it to the ground: "Don't, I don't! What's the use of these things? What is the use of living a long life? I want my brother back, I just want my brother! I want my brother ......."

Wu Jin quickly hugged her—all the comforts seemed hollow and powerless at this moment.

She bit Wu Jin's shoulder, biting deeply and hard, tears flowed, people fell down, and Wu Jin also hugged her and sat on the ground together.

"I want my brother! I just need my brother ......."

The people who carried all her joys and sorrows have disappeared, the people who regard her as a treasure have disappeared, the shoulders on which she has sitned, the hands she has held, and the arms she has hidden have all been crushed into powder by swords, and the flames of hell have swept away the Mo family, and all the family wealth has become floating clouds, and all great undertakings have become desolate.

Her home is broken and separated, what's the use of asking for this?

Wu Jin hugged her tightly and caught her steadily, she was struggling, her cheek brushed against his, the cold touch was different from usual, he endured the pain, tightened her, and silently soothed her collapse.

The man in his arms was like a damp mist, which would dissipate with a slight blow, and he had to use all his strength to keep it.

A tear slid down, and I couldn't tell whether it was his or Mo Lingfeng's.

The cry was desperate and full of pain, and it went out of the house and into everyone's ears, and Cheng Taishan and Mrs. Cheng, who came in a hurry, listened to Mo Lingfeng's hoarse shouts, as if they had lost their hearts and livers, and they couldn't help but weaken their legs.

When people are in the most pain, they must fall into a madness, and they know that the person who can catch Mo Leaf's hideousness and madness is Wu Jin.