"Empty pay," Zhao Shiheng answered calmly, "Soldiers who die are not deported from the military households, and those who flee are not reorganized. This is used to get empty pay. For the one hundred soldiers we sent in, we can just report the names of the fleeing soldiers. As for borrowing The hundred soldiers who left were naturally killed in the battle."
"The commander in the army, the governor of the city..." Wu Jin suddenly became speechless.
Yes, when the soldiers are inspected after this battle, people will naturally notice something strange, and they will report it to Wang Zhizhou.
But who dares to report it further?
Upon closer inspection, everyone is guilty and everyone is an accomplice.
So the situation became that everyone in Kuanzhou knew it well, but the emperor in Kyoto had no idea at all.
This long plan was not only ruthless, but also involved officials from all over Kuanzhou, big and small.
Even the sunflower painting fan given to Wang Zhizhou was to let Wang Zhizhou prepare for the matter in advance to avoid being demoted and transferred by his Majesty later.
Wu Jin was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally let out a "ha" sound, which seemed to be a sneer, but also a sneer, laughing at how immature he was to the point of being ridiculous.
Zhao Shiheng said: "You want to report?"
Wu Jin sneered: "If Jiedushi did it so well, how can the students report it? Who should they report it to?"
"Kyoto," Zhao Shiheng said, "but you will not report and will remain silent. In fact, while you are silent, you can still act as before and pretend that nothing has happened. This will be of endless benefit to you."
Wu Jin knew the benefits he was talking about.
Staying in Mo Mansion, he will continue to be taught by Zhao Shiheng. Zhao Shiheng has an astonishing talent. He only needs a little guidance to get him back from the maze.
If he can accompany Mo Lingfeng, his life will get better day by day.
His family is poor, he needs the guidance of a famous teacher, and he has countless reasons to get involved in blood with Mo Fu.
Zhao Shiheng reached out and tapped on the table, and said in a soft voice: "This is the chessboard. Now I am the emperor and you are Mo Qianlan."
He stretched out his hand again and pointed directly into Wu Jin's heart: "I want to kill your family and kill your people. If I don't succeed once, if I do it again, will you let others slaughter me? Do you want to survive? Do you want to fight back?"
"I will not surrender without mercy. I will definitely find other ways. I will not treat other people's lives as pawns or as trivial matters."
The charcoal fire "peeled", a few sparks popped out, and yellow flames jumped up. Zhao Shiheng stretched out his hand and swept his fingers over the flames, half-smiling but not smiling: "This is the best way, it can save your life for a long time." .”
Wu Jin stood up suddenly and roared: "The leather bag is so filthy, what use are you here for? I'd rather abandon it!"
His whole body was trembling, his eyes were full of determination and tears of sorrow, and his voice was full of tears: "Miss Mo's life is life, but other people's lives are not life? In the whole world, only Mo Jiedushi is the one." Do you have a sister?"
He tried his best not to lose his composure too much: "When the border war broke out, the three armies were smashed, corpses were piled in the wild, and blood flowed like rivers! They also have brothers, sisters, parents and relatives!"
His forbearance reached the extreme, with zigzag veins bursting out on his forehead and neck, tears welling up, his teeth clenched, his straight spine bent, he slapped his chest hard with his left hand, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Mr., have you ever thought about it? , these people are also human beings!”
Cheng Ting, who took out Mo Lingfeng from the long-term residence, happened to arrive at the door and heard Wu Jin's heartbreaking words.
He stopped at the door, full of surprise and confusion, watching the big yellow dog's tail wagging anxiously. He turned and glanced at Mo Lingfeng, who had his head hanging down. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng was not moving, he quickly crossed the threshold and walked to Wu Jin.
He dragged Wu Jin away and bowed to Zhao Shiheng again: "Sir, Wu Jin may have been frightened by Pao last night. You must not be the same as him."
Wu Jin did not accept his kindness, and pushed Cheng Ting away with only one left hand. He stared at Zhao Shiheng, his eyes full of resentment, and his huge tears fell to the ground, breaking into eight petals: "You are not worthy of teaching!"
After hearing his treacherous words, Cheng Ting stopped breathing for a moment in shock, and hurriedly stretched out his two hands. One hand pushed Wu Jin back, and the other kept waving at Zhao Shiheng: "Sir! He is crazy. Oh! He must be crazy! He has that, yes, that epilepsy, he fell out when he was going to take the exam!"
"Leafeng, Ergou!" He was sweating anxiously and winked at Mo Leifeng, gesturing for her to come and persuade her. However, Mo Lefeng stood at the door, motionless.
Wu Jin followed Cheng Ting and saw Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng was born in the north and looked south. She was slender and small. The rash on her face had faded a lot, and she was still smeared with a layer of oily ointment. Her red and phoenix eyes were too bright, with a kind of brightness that could see all things clearly, which connected with her heart.
He closed his eyes suddenly, took the small porcelain jar on the table, and walked to Mo Lingfeng: "You know?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded.
"When did you know that?"
"After being robbed."
The moment she heard the answer, Wu Jin was truly heartbroken - she had the chance to prevent more misery, but she chose to remain indifferent.
His chest was so tight that he couldn't help but scratch his heart hard, wanting to take it out and throw it into the wind, fire, and conspiracy.
Cheng Ting stood there, looking at Zhao Shiheng, Mo Lingfeng, and Wu Jin, feeling disappointed that he had missed some secret.
He cupped his hands towards Zhao Shiheng again, ran to Wu Jin anxiously, grabbed his sleeves, and tried to make him regain his senses.
Wu Jin finally regained her senses, straightened her back, and stuffed the porcelain jar in her hand into Mo Lingfeng's arms: "Bingtang walnut, drink it with some water."
Then he smoothed his clothes and turned to Cheng Ting: "Thank you very much. I'm sorry that I can't be your classmate anymore."
Cheng Ting opened his mouth, unable to speak, so he simply raised his feet and followed him.
The two walked through the garden one after another and exited the corner gate. Cheng Ting hurried forward two steps, side by side with Wu Jin, and whispered: "Wu Jin, did Mr. Zhao do something bad?"
Wu Jin could only remain silent - Mo Qianlan's crimes were so heinous that they were too numerous to describe. His silence despite knowing the truth was tantamount to a conspiracy.
Cheng Ting hesitated and said: "If you don't go to Zhaixue to study, what will happen to your studies? Mr. Zhao is a rare and good gentleman."
Wu Jin was walking among the crowd, his face was white with cold, his temples were twitching, and there seemed to be the smell of blood between his lips and teeth: "I'm going back to the state to study."
It turned out that he had reached this level of grief and anger. Just crying without concealment was not enough to pour out the anger in his heart. He had to bite out a mouthful of blood to continue to be calm.
There are indeed many bad people in the world, but Mo Qianlan is unique and particularly annoying.
"You must not act out of anger," Cheng Ting said urgently, "You can't even teach a dog well in the state school. When you calm down, you can go and apologize to Mr. Zhao. When your arm is healed, Let’s go study.”
Wu Jin swallowed the blood in his mouth, the pain in his heart had flowed out, and he could speak clearly to Cheng Ting: "I originally studied in Zhouxue."
He pulled Cheng Ting aside to watch the trains carrying winter clothes leaving the city and delivering them to the fortress.
