Mo Lingfeng sat in the monastery, waiting for the news.
There was no news about Wu Jin, and the smell of the medicine floated up and down. She smelled a bitter taste, like the medicine bowl in Mo Qianwu's house that was constantly burning day by day.
There is no news from Baozhai.
At Youshi, the drum beat sounded, followed by the knock on the door of the monastery. Nomad Qing quietly stepped forward, opened the door a crack with a "crunch", stretched out his hand from the crack in the door, took in a food box, and closed the door with a "clang" sound. , put it on the table, and then returned behind Mo Lingfeng.
He was holding a sharp knife, folding his arms and standing in the dark, with a solemn look on his face, his appetite reduced, and he was unmoved by his dinner.
Mo Lingfeng opened the lid of the food box and took out a bowl of glutinous rice, a bowl of mutton and two side dishes. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the glutinous rice. His heart was filled to the brim and he couldn't eat any more.
When the weather gets cold, food quickly becomes cold, greasy, and smells fishy.
It was half past midnight, and the night was approaching, and there was another knock on the door.
Nomad Qing stepped forward to open the door again, peeked out from the crack of the door, and then opened the door so that the inside and outside could be seen at a glance.
Fu Yan stood outside the door. He took the tray with pen, ink, paper and inkstones from the jailer and stepped in. With a solemn expression, he walked up to Mo Lingfeng, pushed the bowls and chopsticks away from the table with the tray, and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case. Go up and say in a low voice: "General Mo, I'm here to get a confession."
Because he lowered his head, Mo Lingfeng saw a circle of sweat on his forehead.
She touched the tip of her pen and said, "I'll go out for a walk and write again when I come back."
Fu Yan nodded: "General, hurry up."
Mo Lingfeng walked out of the monastery. The door was heavily guarded and filled with a strong smell of medicine. There was a medicine stove outside Wu Jin's prison door, which was burning vigorously. A young doctor gathered a handful of herbs in his hand, put them on a scale, and weighed them. , pour into the oil paper aside.
Herb fragments were floating under the fire, and the already narrow corridor became even more cluttered. Mo Lingfeng tiptoed sideways and took a look inside.
A jailer was supporting Wu Jin, who was half-lying and drinking medicine.
Wu Jin's body was clean, her hair had been recombed, and she could swallow, but her mind was still dim.
Mo Lingfeng did not go in. He stood with his hands behind his hands and leaned over to look at the prescriptions placed on the long table with an upturned head.
She looked carefully, and Fu Yan was very anxious. He heard the ticking sound of the copper kettle in his ears. He tried to urge her again and again, but he didn't dare to come forward.
It's just a finishing touch, and any move will be an extra step.
After finally waiting for Mo Lingfeng to finish reading the prescription and return to the monastery, the food on the table was put away, and the ink was polished. She sat down and wrote for a long time before finishing the writing.
"The confessor, Mo Lingfeng, is from Kuanzhou, a third-grade general of the imperial court, and the commander-in-chief of Gaoping Village. Due to his crime..."
Three full days were enough for her to know the confession by heart. However, she had difficulty writing word for word. The two confessions were not completed until Xu's hour was approaching.
Fu Yan and others were sweating profusely. When he saw her put down her pen, he hurriedly stepped forward to collect the confession. After a quick glance and seeing Mo Lingfeng's confession, Fu Yan was relieved and walked out.
The door of the monastery was closed again. Mo Lingfeng sat still, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then whispered to the Nomad Qing: "The key to the palace door has been issued at this time. Even if His Majesty ordered to keep the door open, the courtiers cannot enter. The court will be held tomorrow morning." When an attack occurs, go out at midnight and go to the pier to find the Shijia boat."
The Shi family's boat is faster than the official boat.
As long as she returns to Kuanzhou, she will be a fish in the sea and a bird in the sky, free from the constraints of the cage net!
Nomad Qing promised: "When will we respond?"
"Yinshi——" Mo Lingfeng shook his head again, "Mao...Shenshi."
Wait another two hours to see if there is any news from Bao Zhai.
Returning to Kuanzhou was a bad idea. Once an uprising suddenly broke out in Kuanzhou, she would have no chance of respite - Baozhai was at a time when her vitality was severely weakened, and she would be attacked from both sides. She would have to exert dozens of times of effort to survive.
All previous plans will also be in vain.
She shook her head slowly, waved her hand gently, signaling the Nomad to wait, and walked slowly in the room.
The sky is getting darker and darker, the fires are cold and the lights are sparse, the cold wind is cutting through the windows, and the frost and dew are all over the clothes. Mo Ling is freezing in the wind, his hands are in his sleeves, his thoughts and the sky are dim at a glance.
Dark and unknown.
Conspiracies in the court are just like fighting on the battlefield. If there is a slight mistake, you will lose and be bruised.
A dry hibiscus fell to the ground in front of the Buddha, leaving only a dry branch. She couldn't help but wonder whether Wu Jin had ever been outside the Yushitai and looked in from a distance before he died. ?
He must have been here, with the determination to die in his heart, and the memorial hidden in his arms. He stood outside the wall or door and took a look.
Maybe there is a letter or something, but I don’t know who cut it off or where it was thrown.
There are already a lot of blood and tears of losers in the city of Kyoto, and they should not embellish it any more.
After a moment, she stopped dead in her tracks, her long and narrow eyes flashing with the light of a fierce beast: "Tonight you sneak into the Prince of Wei's Mansion. If there is no military situation before Mao hour, kill the Prince of Wei."
The vassal king is dead, the country is in mourning, and no one has time to pay attention to her even if there are confessions?
The King of Wei did not know that he had become a prey. When Fu Yan left the censor's platform with the confession, he could no longer enter the palace. His Majesty happened to order the King of Wei to enter the palace, so he handed the confession to the King of Wei and asked him to forward it to the emperor.
The palace was dimly lit, and the King of Wei was walking with his servants. The wind was extremely cold, and the rustling fine snow made the clothes heavy and the body cold. The roof tiles and corridors were all damp, wet and cold, and it was so cold that it was so cold that you couldn't breathe. Come.
The lights were brightest in the side hall of the Wenzheng Palace, where the emperor was sitting on the board of directors. As soon as Wei Wangfu entered, he felt a sense of warmth immediately, and his clothes became more and more damp, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He strode forward and was about to salute when the emperor suddenly grabbed a memorial from the case and threw it angrily, hitting him on the forehead.
The memorial fell to the ground with a bang, and the emperor cursed: "Trash!"
King Wei hurriedly knelt down and bowed his head: "Your Majesty, calm down!"
He looked at the open memorial, which contained words of advice.
The emperor grabbed several memorials on the case with both hands and scattered them all on the ground. They were all admonitions, word by word, teeth clenched and hands folded, silently criticizing the emperor.
The emperor's face was grim: "The ministers are unjust and persecute me, but they blame me for being unkind. The world is about to be manipulated by them!"
The King of Wei replied: "Your Majesty, they were also deceived by the female ministers. The Yushitai has verified that the guilty minister Wu Jin colluded with General Guide and helped General Guide escape from prison, so he issued this death sentence. The current confession is here."
He knelt straight, took out the confession from his sleeves, and raised his hands above his head. Zhang Yuanlin came over, took it in his hands, and presented it to the emperor.
"Whose confession?" The emperor did not take it.
The king of Wei replied: "General Guide."
The emperor did not expect that there would be a confession from Mo Lingfeng. He was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the confession from Zhang Yuanlin and looked at it carefully. One of them was that Mo Lingfeng confessed that what Wang Jinghua told him was true, and the second one was that he ordered Wu Jin to die. A matter of remonstrance.
"Did Yushitai Prison use punishment?"
"Having never used torture, General Mo feels that Your Majesty——"
The emperor held the two confessions, walked up to King Wei, threw them on King Wei, and scolded: "Do you think I'm an old fool? Are you fooling me with these words! The Mo family's virtues may not be met with even the death penalty. "Recruit, not to mention that you haven't been tortured yet. If you answer truthfully, Xiao Mo wrote these two confessions, what else happened in between?"
