There was a hint of impatience in Zhao Shiheng's tone, and Wu Jin immediately realized that the emissary was not well-intentioned - how could it be good for the emperor to mobilize his troops and mobilize the people?
It is rare for the Jiedushi envoy who is far away in Kuanzhou to receive an edict from the emperor. It is rare for the envoy to come all the way to announce the edict.
Furthermore, when the envoy came to Kuanzhou, the magistrate of the prefecture should enter the city and meet him at the post office. However, this time he went straight to the Jiedu envoy's house and only sent a servant to deliver the message. It seemed that he was afraid of Mo Mo. Qian Lan took action in advance.
Zhao Shiheng sent Mo Lingfeng away to change clothes. After thinking about it for a moment, he took Wu Jin with him to the front hall. Cheng Ting saw that everyone was gone, and he was left alone in Jiusixuan. He also thought carefully about it. , found a path and slipped to the front hall.
In the main hall of the front hall, the incense table has been placed, and the servants are busy burning incense, sweeping away the dust, preparing tea, and placing fruits.
We were planning to arrange a banquet, but unexpectedly the stove collapsed and it would not be repaired for a while. We could not make any big arrangements, so we had to go outside to order the banquet.
All the busyness is short-lived. The fragrance burns on the incense table, and the servants fall silent and stand each other.
Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng and stood in the corridor of the flower hall, submerged in the crowd of servants, waiting silently.
Mo Qianlan stood in front of the main hall, wearing a rare official uniform, purple waist and yellow, wide robe and wide sleeves. The layers were stacked on him, making him look like white jade. His long-winged head was motionless, showing no emotion.
Mo Lingfeng stood beside him, put on a new set of clothes that he had never worn before, and washed his face hard until it turned red, but the rest remained unchanged.
In less than a moment, Yin Bei walked in quickly to report the arrival of the envoy Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan swung his sleeves and led everyone to kneel on the ground - his sleeves were swung so fiercely that he wished he could take the emissary back to Kyoto with just one sleeve.
Even if the breeze blows from both sleeves, it can't change the situation. It only disrupts the smoke in the Jin Suanni incense burner, and then curls up again.
The imperial emissary led a group of people, big and small, in. Seeing that everything was ready, he stopped talking and read the edict:
Zhi said: The daughter of the Mo family is gentle and delicate in nature. She is Su Duanfang. I have inherited the emperor's instructions. I love the Mo family and dote on her. If she has good deeds, she can be granted the title of Princess Zhenyang. Choose a day to prepare gifts and book your fortune.
After the emissary's words fell, the Mo Mansion was silent, not even the wind moved. Mo Qianlan bowed his head to the ground, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
Wu Jin looked down at the blue bricks below her knees, extremely shocked, her lips were slightly opened, and she looked at Zhao Shiheng from the corner of her eye, but she could only see a silhouette of him kneeling on the ground, and the arch of his spine was trembling slightly. Suppressing surprise, or suppressing anger.
The trial and confrontation two years ago came to an end, and just when everyone was living peacefully and moving forward, suddenly another chapter continued at this time.
For him, it was sudden, but for the emperor, it was planned for a long time - it was obvious and naked. It was not discussed by Zhongshu and the disciples to avoid leaking the news. Instead, the palace servants acted as envoys, secretly traveled to Kuanzhou, and read it out to everyone. , tell the world.
After a long time, he heard Mo Qianlan's voice: "I thank God for his kindness."
Mo Qianlan thanked him calmly, and stood up without waiting for the emissary to speak. With him, everyone in the Mo family naturally followed suit, completely forgetting that Mo Lingfeng should express his gratitude the most.
The white-faced and beardless old eunuch had become a spirit and did not force the Mo brothers and sisters to show off. Seeing Mo Qianlan reach out, he immediately held out the imperial edict respectfully and handed it into Mo Qianlan's hands.
Mo Qianlan turned around, threw the imperial edict onto the incense table, and strode into the main hall. He first touched the outside of the teapot on the table, then picked up the teapot, stepped out of the threshold, walked down the steps, crossed the incense table, and arrived in front of the envoy.
Zhao Shiheng had been watching his every move. At this moment, when he saw that he was asking for tea, it was not like asking him for tea. His expression was half-smiling but not smiling, and his eyes were full of resentment. He thought to himself that it was terrible. Just when he was about to step forward, Mo Qianlan had already put the big The teapot was smashed on the emissary's head, and the warm tea inside poured all over his face.
"Zhang Chongfeng? Zhang Chongfeng!"
"Blood!"
"Jiedushi has injured the imperial envoy. Go quickly and go to the post office to inform the magistrate and magistrate of Kuanzhou and write to Your Majesty!"
"Jiedushi despises the power of heaven!"
The servants of the imperial envoy, big and small, swarmed up and supported the envoy, Neidong Mensi and the enshrining officer Zhang Yuanlin. Zhang was dizzy and tremblingly touched the sore spot on his forehead. He felt that his tentacles were sticky and his eyes were scarlet, and he was shaking. Down, fell straight back.
As soon as he fell down, Mo Jiedu's face was as white as paper, his teeth were clenched, and he twitched skillfully and fell to the ground.
"Jiedu Envoy!" Zhao Shiheng stepped forward, knelt down next to Mo Qianlan, and pinched his hand, "Yin Bei, go quickly and ask Zhao Yitie to come over, look at Zhang Gongfeng's injuries, and then give Mo Jiedu Please check your brain and close the door of the house, don’t let anyone with ulterior motives take advantage of this loophole!”
He turned around and said to the people close to Zhang Chongfeng: "Kuanzhou is an important border area. Enemy countries often make trouble and cause chaos. You must not be careless."
Yin Bei flew away like an arrow from a string. This group of small yellow gates lost their backbone and could only wander around in circles, howling and screaming. Seeing Zhao Shiheng's grandiose words about closing the door of the mansion, they were unable to get out for a while. , even more out of ideas.
Zhao Shiheng turned around and shouted: "Cheng Ting!"
Cheng Tingben was hiding in the flowers and trees, and was watching with fear. He was suddenly shouted out by Zhao Shiheng, and he fell out and rolled behind the servants. He crawled to Zhao Shiheng's side in disgrace and said, "Sir, sir."
Zhao Shiheng made the best use of everything: "You lead Zhang Zongzong and they go to the central hall to rest and entertain them."
Cheng Ting has been studying for many years and has achieved outstanding results. He can make all kinds of friends and is even more proficient in paying for treats. As soon as he heard Zhao Shiheng's instructions, he immediately reached out and made a gesture of invitation, asking the little Huangmen to follow him with Zhang Chongfeng on their backs.
As soon as the imperial envoys left, the main hall was mostly empty. Zhao Shiheng and his servants picked up Mo Qianlan and walked out while ordering Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, send the girl to Jiusixuan."
Wu Jin responded. Under this series of rapid changes, he tried his best to calm himself down, walked quickly to Mo Lingfeng, and whispered: "Lingfeng, let's go."
Mo Lingfeng didn't move for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he reached out and took Wu Jin's hand, raised his head and asked him, "Where are you going?"
Wu Jin was startled - her eyes were blank, her face was as white as snow, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, sticking to her forehead, and her soul was like a trapped animal, running around helplessly in her body.
He took a deep breath, suppressed all the messy emotions on his face, smiled kindly, and said in a low voice, "Go to Jiusixuan."
Mo Lingfeng's furrowed brows calmed down a bit, she straightened her back as much as possible, and walked slowly towards Jiusixuan. However, she was still flustered and felt very tired. Although it had only been one morning, she had exhausted all her energy. of spirit.
Wu Jin asked her: "Are you thirsty?"
She shook her head and told Wu Jin: "My brother has epilepsy. Don't be afraid. I won't go to see him now. I will go when I feel better."
Wu Jin recalled the situation when Mo Jiedushi fell ill just now. He still remembered that his whole body was stiff and his muscles were exhausted. His gauze hat fell aside, his sick bones were wrapped in purple clothes, and his lonely ministers were restrained with gold belts.
Like a dead corpse.
