The team galloped through the majestic mountains, stepped through the ice and frost, covered with the morning glow and moonlight, under the blue sky and white sun, and under the shadow of the dark night, like a few shooting stars, shooting towards Kuanzhou.
Wu Jin had two spring visits, walked this long road four times, and served as an official in two places, but never once could he calmly and tenderly look at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers along the way like he did now.
The closer he got to Kuanzhou, the colder the winter, the wild wind crept into the carriage quietly and puffed into his sleeves, like cold silk, coming out against his face.
He looked at the green mountains and jagged ancient trees, the vast water and the thousands of bamboo strips, the apes and monkeys holding each other's heads and feet, the egrets jumping on the waves, the huts in twos and threes, the smoke from the cooking pots, the blue clouds rising up, and the busy people. commonplace.
This is the country in his eyes.
Even though it is covered with snow, it is full of color and vitality. Scholars, farmers, industry, and merchants, and hundreds of millions of people coming and going, they are all the pillars of the country. They are generously displayed to the world, and yet they are fragile and held in the hands of the emperor and courtiers. They use their power to Any smearing, they need a monarch who truly loves them like a son, to prevent them from running around in troubled times and surviving under the knife.
In his eyes, Mo Lingfeng, who was leading the way, was the most important figure in his heart.
The group of people, under strict military orders, arrived in Jeju in less than ten days. During the two hours of rest at Jeju Posthouse, Jeju Posthouse immediately sent an express delivery to Kuanzhou with the news of King Wei's arrival.
The various turmoils in Kyoto that began with Wang Jinghua's false accusation had already been spread by tabloids. Even before the official reports arrived, everyone in Manchuria was aware of it. Even many events that occurred throughout the day on September 26 were reported from Kyoto that night. Departing, day and night, delivering to various places, arriving in Kuanzhou on the sixth day of October.
The news that shocked the entire Kuanzhou has not yet calmed down, and the person who caused the shock is already coming back.
Halfway through the seventh day of October, outside the southeast gate of Kuanzhou, Zhizhou Tan Xuan led all the officials to wait here. He was so anxious that he wished he could stretch out his arms, take Mo Lingfeng back from the road, and send him to the fort.
The war in Baozhai was getting worse and worse. The more the Jinlu fought, the more courageous they became. If they had not been outnumbered, they would have already invaded Baozhai and attacked Kuanzhou.
The Mo army was perfunctory in fighting the enemy, and most of the garrison and commanders who had merged into the fort were killed in the battle. If Mo Lingfeng did not come back, he would soon be blamed for losing the fort - and even losing the city camp in the future.
His mouth was full of fire and his throat was swollen and sore. He sat on the horse and kept looking towards Jeju. His anxiety was palpable. At the same time, he turned back frequently to look at a carriage at the gate of the city.
There was no movement in the carriage, as if there was no living person inside, only a dark ghost. The diamond lattice carved on the carriage wall were several ghost eyes, silently staring at the world.
A chilling carriage, several cabooses holding long knives, and a creepy ghost living in the carriage.
Tan Xuan only glanced at it and then looked away.
This carriage came with him. Except for him, no one knew who was in the carriage. They all thought that this carriage was used to receive the King of Wei. At this time, the people in the carriage seemed to be sleeping, but also seemed to be waiting for an opportunity, becoming more and more uneasy. striking.
He shook off his unhappiness and cast his gaze back to the official road, waiting to greet the three giant Buddhas who were about to arrive - Mo Lingfeng, King Wei, and Wu Jin.
After another moment, the sky began to turn from green to blue, and the night was accompanied by drizzle, bit by bit, hitting the shadows of panicked warehouses all over the ground. The servant took out the fire folding bag, opened the lantern cover, lit the candle inside, and the fire "suddenly " flashed on, and at the same time, the sound of horse hooves rumbled on the deserted official road.
The light of the fire brightened, pulling out the shadows all over the ground, making the outside of the city gate half bright and half blue. Mo Lingfeng's figure suddenly burst into everyone's eyes before King Wei.
"Here we come!" Someone shouted. Tan Xuan got off his horse, looked eagerly, and said loudly: "Your Majesty! General!"
Mo Lingfeng changed her armor, and her soap-colored cloak was filled with cold wind. She raised her back high like wings. She tightened the bridle, and the white horse stood upright. Before the white horse's front hooves hit the ground, she jumped down, and Nomad Qing followed closely behind her. Afterwards, he dismounted from his horse, caught the riding whip thrown by Mo Lingfeng, inserted the riding whip into his waist, and walked forward quickly, staying close to Mo Lingfeng's side.
The Detachment of Women followed closely behind, majestic and energetic, with a strong posture, they jumped off their horses, and then led the horses to stand on one side of the road, giving way to those behind them.
King Wei stepped forward, panting, looking tired, and with black circles under his eyes.
The palace guards reined in their horses one after another, and the chamberlains also dismounted and walked to King Wei's horse. While holding the horse, King Wei helped King Wei down. King Wei was so exhausted that even the purple official uniform on his body was too heavy. He forced a smile and looked at Tan Xuan.
Tan Xuan and others quickly bowed their hands and bowed. King Wei raised his hand slightly to indicate that there was no need to be polite. He said with a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that I, the king, would be able to meet Tan Zhizhou here."
Tan Xuan glanced at Mo Lingfeng anxiously and said perfunctorily: "Exactly, if the military situation were not urgent, I would not dare to alert His Majesty and the Prince, let alone bother the Prince to come to this border place."
"Military situation is urgent", he spat it out repeatedly, hoping that King Wei would understand it, but King Wei only knew that he was so weak that he could not connect with him: "Is there anything in the world that is not the king's territory? I will share your worries for your majesty. , It is not only the duty of a monarch and his ministers, but also the relationship between father and son. Please don’t mention the word "Excuse me" again, Zhizhou."
"General Mo——" Tan Xuan gritted his teeth and was about to say what he meant when he saw Wu Jin, a tall man from behind the team who also changed his official robe and stepped forward.
He is not a disabled person like what the tabloids said. Although he is thin, his appearance is still majestic, with sharp and square outlines and strong bones.
Wu Jin walked slowly with long strides, raised his hands in salute, and Tan Xuan returned the salute: "Wu Tongpan's green pines are still the same, his jade is as beautiful as before, his blood and tears have flowed a lot these days, his loyal ministers have been worshiped by the world, and I should salute Tongpan."
Wu Jin said: "Zhizhou is overly praised, and I feel frightened in my heart."
The two of them were both of the third rank, and there was neither flattery nor camaraderie between them. After that, there was nothing to say. Tan Xuan once again looked at Mo Lingfeng, who had a solemn face.
"General Mo—"
His words were interrupted again, and there was a "dong" sound at the city gate, which was particularly loud and harsh. The driver of the carriage jumped out, and the soles of his shoes made a crisp sound on the solid ground. Everyone in front of him looked over in shock. .
The lantern also turned its direction, and the fire slowly moved forward, trying to illuminate the entire carriage. However, when it climbed five steps in front of the carriage, it was unable to move any further.
They could only see the carriage guards coming forward one by one. The driver put down the horse stool. The man in the carriage stretched out a pale hand, climbed on the wall of the carriage, got out of the carriage, spread his long legs, and slowly stepped onto the horse stool. Holding the guard's hand, he stood on the ground.
He stepped forward step by step, reaching the boundary between light and darkness. He seemed to be unable to bear it. He paused for a moment, and then stepped into the light.
Mo Qianlan!
Mo Qianlan has been gone for a long time!
Mo Qianlan is like a mountain jade shattered, like a thousand-foot-long pine tree collapsing!
When will he wake up? Why here? What do you want?
