Qin Fang was horrified, took a step back, and said angrily: "How outrageous!"
He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth and said: "You are a little Yiwei doctor, your rank is no more than the fourth rank, you have no real job, and you have never stepped into the court. Who allows you to shout and shout at the imperial army! Who? You are allowed to go against the grain and plant the Mo family flag in the fortress!"
Mo Lingfeng let out a "ha" and drew the knife forward: "Is it impudent?"
She pointed at the surroundings with her knife: "My Mo family has ten states sending it to us, and millions of dollars have been donated to the national treasury. Now in the fortress, if my Mo family doesn't raise troops and horses for your country, how can we strengthen the army?" Fierce general! How can you enjoy wealth and honor in the palace and come here to speak nonsense!"
She poked Wang Zhizhou with the tip of the knife: "Reverse behavior?
You civil servants don't care about the people. They are ruthless and greedy. They extort taxes and levies. They exploit the military pay at every level. They don't let go of leather armor and cotton clothes. You regard the lives of soldiers as nothing but grass. You have no sense of guilt, but you come to ask them to defend the frontier. Protect the soil, if I, the Mo family, had not gathered the morale of the army here, this Gaoping Village would have been trampled by the Jinlu! "
Wang Zhizhou felt her heart go cold as the tip of the knife stabbed her, her body was dripping with cold sweat, and she opened her mouth and said, "Nonsense!"
Qin Fang glanced at Wang Zhizhou: "Since there are such long-term deficiencies in military pay, you only need to report it to the imperial court, and His Majesty the Emperor will find out. Whether it is the Zhizhou or the prefect, they will be heard clearly. There is no reason for you to rebel!"
She approached Qin Fang: "You, the envoy, have no gratitude to my Mo family, but you still want to take me down?"
Her eyes darkened and she sneered: "Rebellion? I never rebelled, I just want to survive!"
After saying that, she raised her hand and stabbed Qin Fang's abdomen. Blood spurted out and splashed all over Mo Lingfeng. Wang Zhizhou was the closest and had some blood on his body.
His legs went weak, and he and Qin Fang fell down almost at the same time. He fell to the ground, but Qin Fang fell straight back, refusing to close his eyes.
Wang Zhizhou looked up at Mo Lingfeng, his whole body was trembling and cold, and the blood all over his body was stagnant. When he saw Mo Lingfeng's knife tip hanging to the ground, blood dripping on the ground, he murmured: "Madman .”
Zhong Jiaqing couldn't move, his body and mind were both numb. With his eyes full of blood, it took him a while to finally breathe.
Mo Lingfeng raised his hand to him and said: "General Zhong, please pass on Qin Chengzhi's military order to open the gate of the West Village and raid the Jinlu. The capital ordered Qin Chengzhi to be killed by arrows. The imperial army did not know the ferocity of the Jinlu and rushed into the iron Buddha formation. , defeated and died."
Without waiting for Zhong Jiaqing to nod, she continued: "Wang Zhizhou, I will trouble you more about the memorial."
Zhong Jiaqing woke up at this moment, shook off Feng Fan's hand, and took a step forward. His eyes were like blades, piercing into Mo Lingfeng's heart.
He nodded, ordered the army to open the gate of the stronghold, and attack the golden captives. At the same time, he reached out and pointed his finger at the tent: "Go in, and no one is allowed to follow!"
Then he held on to the wall and entered without Feng Fan's support.
Mo Lingfeng threw the knife to Yin Nan and respectfully followed Zhong Jiaqing into the middle tent - it was Zhong Jiaqing who took her out of Gaoping Village and gave her a chance, so she respected him.
After the two of them stood firm in the middle tent, Zhong Jiaqing sneered and asked, "If I want to report you, will you also kill me?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "I don't dare."
Zhong Jiaqing's smile became more and more sarcastic: "Do you still have the word "dare" in your heart?"
He supported the table with both hands to prevent himself from falling: "Qin Fang is an imperial envoy, personally ordered by His Majesty the Emperor! You have no scruples, killing like pigs and dogs, and you have no fear of the royal power in your heart!
Even if I am willing to cover for you because I am guarding the stronghold, is there no one outside the stronghold who can do it? Are there no eyes or ears in the village? Do you think you can hide it forever? "
The veins in his neck popped out and he said sternly: "You think I am so dim-sighted that I don't know why Huaiyuan and Dingchuan were lost? In order to weaken the Zhenrong Army and to make me lose my power and not interfere with your actions, you can ignore the people! His heart can be killed!"
There was the sound of neat footsteps outside, and there was another fierce battle outside the village gate. Someone dragged a body backwards by one leg, leaving a long blood trail on the ground.
Mo Lingfeng's eyes did not waver at all, and he said frankly: "The initiator of all this is His Majesty the Emperor whom you are protecting. If my brother and sister want to survive under the Emperor, they can only use military power to compete."
She spread her hands: "General, the emperor has given me an ax and axe, so I can only do this."
She is very clear about this game with the emperor, and she is willing to stand up for the Mo family, no matter the cost.
The fishy wind in the fortress finally brought a rain, which extinguished the oil fire lit during the confrontation with Jin Lu. After dawn, the solidified blood was washed away over and over again, and finally became traceless, and the smell of blood was also swept away. And in the sky - the dangers of the battlefield are thick and vivid, but the traces left behind are also the easiest to be washed away.
When Wang Zhizhou left, it was already Mao hour, and the cold rain chilled him to the bone. His mind was confused all night, and he became more and more dizzy. Until he returned to Zhizhou's inner office, returned to a warm room, took a shower, changed clothes, and drank a bowl of wine. After drinking ginger soup and taking a nap for an hour, his mind gradually became clearer.
Thinking over everything that happened last night from beginning to end, he felt horrified and knew that he had been deceived.
Fell into Wu Jin’s trap.
Wu Jin must have already understood what Mo Lingfeng was going to do. The moment he met Qin Fang and realized Qin Fang's identity, Wu Jin plotted against him and hurried to Yuhua Street to trick him out. Baozhai, let him clean up the aftermath of Mo Lingfeng.
If he had not gone, Mo Lingfeng would have had nothing to do with him even if he caused a huge wave in the fort. But if he had gone, he would have become an accomplice in killing Qin Fang.
All the soldiers in the fortress were complicit. A war and a rain destroyed the evidence, but they could not extinguish the suspicion in His Majesty's heart.
The bleak autumn rain gave him goosebumps all over his body, and the charcoal fire heated him up, making his insides feel restless.
After laying out the paper, the boy quickly ground the ink. After the ink was finished, he held the pen and did not move for a long time.
how to write?
He really doesn't know how to write.
Putting away the pen, he paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, bearing the weight of a mountain as he walked, and at the same time, he began to make plans in his mind.
Writing a memorial is not enough. He also has to write a letter to his mentor in Kyoto. If Your Majesty wants to hold him accountable, he can ask his mentor to mediate for him, and then he can send a few land deeds to his mentor. Filial piety.
Thinking of this, the burden in his heart eased slightly, and he thought of Mo Lingfeng again.
This little girl is too ferocious, and she is surrounded by tigers and wolves. It is difficult to touch her, but she cannot be moved. Only by moving can we avoid future troubles.
He couldn't get close to Mo Lingfeng, but with Mo Qianlan lying at home like a living dead, he still had an opportunity to wait until Mo Lingfeng came back to attend the funeral before taking action.
And Wu Jin.
When he thought of Wu Jin, his teeth itched with hatred, and then he ranked Wu Jin in front of Mo Lingfeng - this person was like a dragon lurking in the abyss, not causing any ripples, but once preying, he would be sober. terrible.
He thought clearly and arranged the assassination sequence clearly, waiting for the opportunity, but he did not expect that Wu Jin did not leave him a chance. (End of chapter)
