Everyone in the dynasty knew that their clansmen had a close relationship with the King of Wei, and the Prince of Jiyang County had the most profound relationship with him.
The Prince of Jiyang County contributed a lot to the matter of King Wei staying in Beijing and not leaving the vassal state.
The Prince of Jiyang is His Majesty's only surviving half-brother. The two characters "An Le" on the east side of the Prince's Mansion were inscribed by His Majesty himself. Prince Jiyang suffered from sores on his back that would not heal in his early years. He was a man known as Yi Tie. After being cured by a doctor in Kyoto, Long Yan was overjoyed and gave the doctor a scarlet robe and fish bag. The doctor refused, and left the capital without knowing where he was.
The brotherly love was deep, and King Wei benefited a lot from it.
There are marriages between clan members and courtiers. If the prince of Jiyang County falls, the clan clan will no longer be able to help King Wei.
The King of Wei didn't care about Zongtian, Lumi, and the treasury. These were just tools for gambling. He glanced at Wu Jin, pinched the tea cup with his fingers, and slowly tightened it.
If Wu Jin can't be used by himself, he can only get rid of him.
The cool breeze blew the murderous mind, the moonlight entered the room through the curtains, the lights swayed, and the walls were covered with light.
King Wei let go of his hand and sighed with a smile: "That's all I have to say, take my leave."
He got up and walked out. Wu Jin got up and saw him off. When he was at the door, he said to King Wei: "Since Your Majesty knows the inside story, I would like to ask Your Majesty to ask for leave for me for two days in Hanlin Garden. When my hand is healed, I can stay overnight."
King Wei nodded in agreement and left with his entourage. Wu Jin locked the door and returned to the house. He finished the leftover tea and picked up two pieces of cake to eat. The burning hunger in his belly finally stopped.
He went out and asked the old servant to wipe his head and face. He went to his room to sleep, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep. When it was midnight, he simply got up and dressed, walked to the yard, sat down on a bamboo chair, and looked up at the night.
The moon is at the top of the sky, and early autumn is already cold. When the wind blows, the leaves of the locust tree fall off one after another, over the door wall, and fall into the courtyard, floating in the water-like moonlight.
He had not used paper and pen at home for a long time. At this time, his hands were injured and he could not write. He sat for a while, and when his body was cold and the injured area on his back was no longer burning, he brought a brazier, a small table, and a lamp. oil lamp.
He lit the oil lamp and placed it on the small table. He took out the gold foil paper accumulated at home during the Hungry Ghost Festival and placed it on his lap. He moved his fingers slowly and folded the gold foil paper to make a small gold ingot.
The gold ingots were piled one by one next to the brazier. After folding all the gold foil, he squatted aside, lit a gold ingot and threw it into the fire.
The fire suddenly jumped up, and he dropped the second, third...
The fire in the basin gradually surpassed the moonlight, swallowing up the darkness at an alarming speed. Wu Jin's face was heated by the fire, but he did not step back.
Throwing the gold ingots into the fire one by one, he recited in memory of the fallen soldiers: "Thousands of heads have been cut off. Tens of thousands of corpses have been cut off. Demons have no fault. Ghosts have no goblins. The three officials are in the north. The ghost camps are clearly inspected. No hiding is tolerated." .Golden Horse Station. Promise to the infinite. All gods listen. Five emperors of the three realms. List the words of the Supreme Being. Take orders. Completely send the Transformation Heavenly Lord."
There were not many gold ingots, and they burned up quickly. The fire in the basin went out, and the broken gold gradually turned into cold ashes. There was only a weak light left in the yard, illuminating a dark figure.
Wu Jin sat back on the bamboo chair, knowing that this small amount of gold ingots could not comfort the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in the battle. He felt depressed in his chest. When he thought about Mo Lingfeng's arrow injury, he became even more unbearable.
He hid her in his heart. When she was galloping on the horse, her dark red sleeves flew high and swallowed him up like a raging fire.
How is her injury?
Who is accompanying her?
The poise and gentleness on his face disappeared at this moment, leaving nothing but nothing.
The whining sound of the wind reached his ears like the sound of a xun. He wished he could take out his eyes, place them on the clouds, and let the wind blow them to Kuanzhou, thousands of miles away, to take a look at Mo Lingfeng.
He closed his eyes and hid the sadness in his eyes.
Tears are something that needs to be tolerated in Kyoto. The emperor's Wu Desi is the eyes in the dark, spread all around and never leaving. He needs to be cautious in every word and deed.
The next day, Kyoto was still full of joy.
Before Wu Jin went to court, he went to Luodeng Temple alone to offer a lantern to the soldiers who died in the war. He also stood in silence in front of the Buddha for a long time. On the way back, he heard that the emperor had issued an order, ordering Mo Lingfeng to come to Beijing within a month. After being granted the title, military affairs were temporarily handed over to Tan Xuan.
The emperor was still worried that Tan Xuan would not be able to handle military affairs, so he transferred two deputy garrison commanders from Jeju to Kuanzhou to assist Tan Xuan.
Ten days later, the imperial envoy from Kyoto arrived in Kuanzhou, and Tan Xuan, the magistrate of Kuanzhou, arrived at Gaopingzhai together with the imperial envoy and the two deputy governors. .net
Mo Lingfeng did not seem surprised by this order and did not hesitate at all. He entrusted all important matters among the generals to Tan Xuan and unexpectedly left Yin Nan behind.
She took an army of one hundred women, as well as the nomadic minister with little military exploits, and Xiao Dou, who had little inspiration, and headed for Kyoto with a list of military exploits.
When leaving the fort, Zell was seen off by everyone. When he crossed the Shuo River, Mo Lingfeng suddenly stopped his horse and called him forward. He took out his xun from his waist and gave it to him: "While I am here, you can play the xun in the fort." Xun cannot be free, so you can play as much as you want while I'm in Kyoto."
Zell took it in his hand and asked, "When will you come back?"
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said: "Come and go, let's say at least two months. After I leave, you can blow as much as you like."
Zell was not grateful for the little freedom she had given him, and even Gaopingzhai could not bear the loss of Mo Lingfeng.
After being imprisoned for such a long time, if Mo Lingfeng hadn't been a threat, he would have tried his best to leave.
He moved his mouth but didn't say a word.
Mo Lingfeng looked at Yin Nan, who was glaring at Xiao Dou.
Xiao Dou mistook his anger for anger and beamed with joy. Qing Youmu watched from the side and almost rolled his eyes out of his sockets.
Mo Lingfeng asked Yin Nan: "I told you not to act on your own initiative, do you remember that?"
Yin Nan looked away, nodded and said, "Remember."
Only then did Mo Lingfeng put his mind down, and with the imperial emissary's repeated urging, he started driving off.
Time was running out, so the group of people made a quick trip along the official road. Every time they arrived at a post, they stayed overnight to rest and recuperate. Although Mo Lingfeng only led a hundred men from the Detachment of Women, they had strict military discipline. They moved as fast as thunder and were quiet when they rested. Silently, we move forward without any confusion.
Until they left Jeju and entered Beijing along the Luok River, the Guanyi Station was located on the pier. It had just been burned by fire, and only a few wooden frames were left standing. There was no village or shop in front, so the group could only live scattered on the pier. In the inn
It was already freezing, and it was extremely cold after nightfall. Mo Lingfeng stood by the window, wrapped in a cloak, watching the situation on the dock.
A few firelights reflected on the surface of the Luoshui River. The wind ruffled the water, and the reflections of the firelight scattered and gathered. Several fishing boats rocked slightly, creating circles of ripples.
Nomad Qing knocked on the door and came in, saying in a low voice: "General, we have checked everything and found no suspicious persons."
Mo Lingfeng said "Yeah": "Take Xiao Dou and go out to have a look. This place is too narrow."
She lifted her feet and walked out.
The pier is very narrow, with foot shops and restaurants on both sides of the street. The inn they live in is also overcrowded. In such a narrow place, if there is an attack, the large number of people will be a hindrance. She knows that the situation of life and death is not over yet, here The burning down of Guanyi is the perfect place to take action.
Xiao Dou was waiting outside, and the three of them left the inn together. Mo Lingfeng turned to look at the street, and saw rows of shops on both sides. The oil lamps, from near to far, gave off a faint yellow flame, illuminating the boiling pot. of white gas.