MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 103. Suspicion
406. Shu Yu’s sorrowful troubles
On this day, the Taishou House of the Fuyang City, where the emperor of the Great Chu stayed, had a major event that said that going out was absolutely earth-shattering. But people who know this thing will never say it, because some of them have been wiped out by Mo Jingli, and it is also the confidant of Mo Jingli and the courage. All of the whole city of Xiangyang is up to the famous door, down to the ordinary people, and does not know what happened. The only thing I knew was that the grain of the Chu army was burned by the Mohist army last night.
In the room of Mo Jingli, a few doctors shivered in the floor fan and did not dare to move. Mo Jingli sat on the bed of the **** "color" staring coldly at the people below, with tears and ripples on his face.
"Tell 朕... can you cure it?" For a long time, Mo Jingli asked coldly.
The room was silent for a long time, and there was a road of medicinal warfare: "The emperor... This assassin...the assassin is too heavy. And...there is a "medicine", the minister can wait, it is really a return to heaven..."
There was a murderous murder on the face of Mo Jingli, and he sneered aloud: "Pull it out, cut it! If you can, what are you still alive?" The two guards came in and pulled out the doctor who had just spoken. The doctor screamed in horror: "The emperor is alive! The emperor... the emperor is alive!" Unfortunately, Mo Jingli did not care about his intentions. Instead, he stared at the remaining doctors who were kneeling by the bed and asked, "What do you say? ”
A few doctors have been so scared by Mo Jingli's cold and **** means, and they havetened: "Chen and so on, etc. must be doing their best... the emperor is dying..."
"Do your best?" Mo Jingli was dissatisfied. The doctors quickly changed their minds: "Chen will wait for the "medicine" to be resolved. It must be cured by the emperor... surely..." Who is still guilty? The sin? If you bully you, you will die later. If you don’t bully, you will die soon. The public doctors quickly filled the ticket, as if someone had not been cut out of a place that should not be cut. Instead, I accidentally made a hole in my hand.
Mo Jingli blinked, cold and cold: "Hey, give you three days."
"Yes! Chen and others obey!" The doctors were relieved and quickly accepted the road.
Looking at these shocking doctors, Mo Jingli sneaked a sigh: "Get out!" The doctors rolled out and went out to study the "medicine" side. Although they knew in their hearts that the person who stabbed Mo Jingli clearly broke his roots, let alone whether they could study the "medicine". Even if there is a sanctuary called the **** of the world, it is useless to bring the grass to the grass. After all... people are not garlic, they can grow up again if they get rid of it. But no one dares to tell the truth. After all, the lessons of the car are in front of them. At this moment, these doctors couldn't help but hope that the Mohist army would break through Fuyang faster and they would escape.
In the room, Mo Jingli stared at the bed and stared at the letter that had been seen several times in his hand.
"The old minister Qiu Yunan asked to see the emperor." Outside the door, a little old voice remembered. Mo Jingli Shen Sheng: "Come in."
An old man who was dressed up as a literati walked in and looked at the person on the bed and cautiously bowed his head. "I don't know what the emperor summoned, what is the command?" Mo Jingli stared at him for a long while, and asked: "Qiu Adult, you are also a four-year old minister?"
Qiu Daren quickly said: "Return to the emperor, the old minister is indeed the first emperor, he has already entered the official." Unfortunately, his life is not good, the ability is general, the general appearance, the family is also general, so that after the four dynasties still Silently. However, it is still normal to be a normal person, and these years are still safe and secure. Now, in the Dachu dynasty, there is the ability to die and die, and now it is only reluctant to turn to him. However, Mo Jingli still does not value him, but he is forced to promote him.
Mo Jingli raised his hand and handed the letter in his hand. He said, "Let's see, can you recognize this handwriting?"
Qiu Daren’s careful result was a look at the letter, which showed that the content of the letter was awkward, but soon he noticed the cold eyes of Mo Jingli and quickly focused his attention on the writing. Wrinkled and frowned, he shook his head for a long while: "The emperor, the old minister... I don't recognize this handwriting."
Mo Jingli smiled coldly: "Is it? Is it a bit familiar?"
look familiar? Qiu Daren is reluctant to put his gaze back on the letterhead. This time, I really saw a little name. I hesitated before I said it: "This...the emperor, this writing seems to be a teacher...master..."
"Teacher from Su Zhe, isn't it?" Mo Jingli asked coldly. At that time, Su Zhe was not only the great Confucian who was second only to Mr. Qing Yun, but also a famous generation of calligraphy. The people who want to enter under his door are like cows. But there are only two people who can teach that opportunity from the beginning of the Enlightenment.
Qiu Daren nodded: "Yes, but... the handwriting of this person is still very different from that of Mr. Su Zhe. Su Zhe's handwriting is beautiful, there are literati's clear and proud. And this person's handwriting is more. It’s a bit free and easy and domineering. I haven’t imagined it before, but if you look at it carefully, it’s really a bit of Su Zhe’s shadow. So, it’s from the urinary teacher to learn from Su Zhe.” Only from urinating, learning, getting used to Already carved into the bones. Even if it comes from one after the other, there are still traces to follow.
Mo Jingli also pulled out a fold and asked: "Is these two handwritings from the same person?"
When Qiu Daren opened it, he almost fell to the ground with a soft body. This fold is the handwriting of Ding Wang. Although he is not a famous calligraphy artist, his character and reputation have even been more expensive than many famous masters. Qiu Daren was also officially seen in the DPRK for thirty or forty years. But... isn’t the king already dead?
Some people looked at Mo Jingli with horror, and Qiu Daren even forgot the etiquette he deserved. The heart secretly guessed because the last night, the emperor was not angry. Looking at the shocked appearance of Qiu Daren, the face of Mo Jingli is even more embarrassing. Does he like to be suspected of being a madman? He took the letter for a long time, but the person who wrote the letter seemed to be deliberate. The writing on the letter had seven points like ink repair, but three points were not quite like it. It seems to be deliberately written plausible. If ink repair is really not dead and wants to change the identity of the handwriting, then he does not need to write a letter at all, and even think of a way to always cover his handwriting. On the contrary, it is now that Mo Jingli has to doubt whether ink repair is really not dead. But in case this is the man of the Mohist army, he will lose his face in the face of the whole world. By then, everyone will know that he is afraid of ink repairing, even the ink repairs are still afraid of the birds like a scared bow. [
"Is it right?!" Mo Jingli asked coldly.
Qiu Daren bitterly said, "The emperor... Although these two handwritings are somewhat like, they are afraid...not from the same person. And...the king is dead."
"Go out." Mo Jingli did not have a good voice.
"Yes, the old minister retire." Qiu Daren, if he was yelled, quickly retired.
"Ink repair 尧 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 ! I don't know what kind of medicine I used in ink repair. I didn't feel pain at all. But after he woke up, he began to feel, and then it became more and more painful. Mo Jing Li squeezed the letter in his hand, "Ink repair! You must kill you! You must kill you!"
Mo Jingli wants to send all the people to search for the whereabouts of ink repair, and then kill him once and for all. But others don't think so, including the confidants of Mo Jingli. All the world knows that Dingwang is dead, and it is still confirmed by the Emperor and Zhennan Wang. How could it be resurrected? As for the late night, no one found the time to break into the Taishou House. Since Qilin can quietly reduce the food of the Chu Army, it is naturally possible to sneak into the Taishou House. Most people regard this as the provocation and warning of the Chu army of the Mohist army. As for the things that Mo Jingli thinks are still alive, the Emperor must be too nervous! Although Mo Jingli wanted to prove that he was right, he also knew that Lei Zhenduo saw the body of ink repairing. Lei Zhenduo absolutely has no need to lie to him in this matter. And... he really didn't have the face to take out the letter left by the assassin for everyone's reference. So why not let everyone in the world know his injuries?
"If it is a king, there is no need to hide his identity, why should he change his handwriting? If it is necessary to change the handwriting, why is it necessary to have a seven-point image with the king? It is clearly the people of the Mohist army." If you don't want to let people know it, don't talk about finding someone to write it, even if you use left handwriting, others can't help it. Finally, the words of the subordinates finally persuaded Mo Jingli, or it could be said that Mo Jingli himself persuaded himself in his heart. I had to send people to reinforce the guards. In the heart of Mo Jingli’s heart, the darkness was hidden in the Taishou House.
Mo Xiuzhen still stared at a plain appearance in the Mohist army. In addition to the cold Huai and other people, the Mo Jiajun did not know that the deceased King was sitting in their camp and drinking tea. Although the ink repairing is easy, the people in the big account can still feel the feeling of the prince is very good, very good. Compared with the ink repair that I just went to the big camp yesterday, it is clear that Wang Ye went to the city last night to do something that made him happy.
"Wang Ye... But what happy?" Lu Jinxian asked curiously. Although other people are busy with the things in their hands, their ears are erected.
Ink repaired leisurely: "The six major families in Yunzhou have agreed to return to the Shun Ding Wangfu. Is it a happy event?"
Everyone doesn't think so, this is a happy event. None of them think that the head of the family who has lost their brains will not rely on Mo Jingli unless they are forced to do so. Choosing between Mojingli and Dingwangfu clearly shows that the advantages of Wangfu Station are much more obvious. If it is Mo Jingqi, you can still stand a well-being of the righteous name, and change the Mo Jingli's position to kill the brother and kill, even this last name can not be saved.
Ink repaired and smiled: "What else? Buddhism: Can't say..." As soon as I remembered the appearance of Mo Jingli, Mo Xiuzhen felt that the depression of these days was swept away. Last night, I resisted the idea of killing the killer and let go of the life of Mo Jingli. It was just too correct. After thinking about it, Mo Xiuqiu raised his eyebrows: "General Lu, may attack Yuyang within three days?" Lu Jinxian laughed.
"The prince is relieved, absolutely no problem. The Chu army has been rushing to the grain team, and it will arrive soon. At the latest, we will arrive at this evening. We will be able to do it at that time."
Ink repaired and raised his eyebrows: "Would you like to kill when the team that rushed the grain to arrive?"
Lu Jinxian nodded, he really did. What's more, Wang Hao has already explained it when he left. Half of the wealthy merchants who provide food and grass for the Chu army are the people of the Dingwangfu. Those grain grasses are handed over to the Mojiajun, and naturally they cannot be obtained by Mo Jingli. Ink repaired and slammed for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, let them go in." Lu Jinxian looked at the ink repairs inexplicably. "What does Wang Ye mean?" Mo Xiu said: "Send people to help them." Bring the grain into it. Then..." Take out a delicate small porcelain bottle and put it on the table. The ink repairs faintly said: "Do you know what to do?"
"Wang Ye is talking about poisoning? This is not afraid of insurance." Cold Huai has some concerns. After all, it is hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. It is impossible to poison all of them at the same time. As long as one is discovered first, it is very likely that it will fall short.
Ink repaired faintly: "Don't worry, this is what the king took from Shen Yang. After taking it... it will only happen once in a while. In addition... this thing is not fatal, it just makes them temporarily unable to fight." I don't want to kill too many people. Xu Qingfeng."
"Below!" Xu Qingfeng got up and answered.
Ink repaired a piece of paper and said faintly: "In the three hours after the grain enters the city, the king will see the heads of these people."
Xu Qingfeng took it in his hand and glanced at it in his heart. Nodded: "Subordinate to obey, and immediately go to arrange."
Ink repaired nodded and said: "You have been in the city once, and you have already alarmed the Chu army. Presumably the guards will be more strict and careful."
"Yes, Wang Ye." Xu Qingfeng nodded and turned and went out. In the account, He Sudao said: "Wang Ye intends to kill the generals of the Chu army first?" As long as the generals leading the troops are dead, more soldiers and horses are just a group of flies. In addition, most of the soldiers lost their fighting power, but the Mohist army is likely to win the city of Fuyang. Leng Huai picked up his eyebrows and hesitated for a moment: "Wang Ye intends to compile these 800,000 Chu army?"
It was a shock to everyone. But seeing the ink repair and satisfaction, nodded and smiled: "The cold general said very much. Lei Zhenduo must not think... his original allies will suddenly turn around and hit his own."
"Wang Ye is a good strategy!" Lu Jinxian also praised, if successful, this is indeed enough to give Lei Zhentao a fatal blow. But such a plan, in addition to ink repair, who is also the law. Even if Lu Jinxian and others can do the battle to win the Fuyang, the prestige of Lu Jinxian and Lenghuai is not enough to conquer more than 800,000 troops. Therefore, they never thought about this method and did not dare to think about it.
When the night "color" came again, the soldiers and horses behind the Chu army escorted the grain had already arrived in Xiangyang. This is naturally a great news for the Chu army, which has just lost almost all of its grain. After some inquiries, the army that transported grain and grass went smoothly into Xiangyang City. The ink-stained glass that was lying on the bed was not in the mood to pay attention to these trivial matters, and waved it to the people below to do it. He did not know that the Jiangnan rich merchants who were responsible for the preparation of these grains at the time were represented by Zhang Million in the camp of the Mohist Army.
"I have seen General Lu, the general of cold." Zhang million saw Lu Jinxian and Lenghuai in the seat, shrinking their neck and arching. Although he died for money, he was the first to face a soldier who was killed by Lu Jinxian and others. As for the generals who met in Nanjing, it is obviously worth noting compared with Lu Jinxian and others.
Lu Jinxian smiled and said: "Master Zhang does not have to pay more, this time thanks to Master Zhang."
Zhang million has repeatedly waved: "Don't dare, don't dare, the generals call Xiaozhang a million. Just since it is the command of Wang Hao, I will wait for it. The generals are relieved. After today, the small guarantee of Mo Jingli The law also brought half grain of grain from Jiangnan."
Lu Jinxian nodded with satisfaction, watching Zhang million still look a bit embarrassed, with a smile and comforted: "Despite the reassurance of Zhang, Wang Hao already has arrangements. The general guarantees that even if you rely on the news of Dingwangfu to Jiangnan, yours Family members are not in any danger."
One million eyes are bright, and they are most worried about being discovered by Mo Jingli. After all, their roots are still in Jiangnan, and Jiangnan, or Mo Jingli has the final say.
"Master Zhang, there is one thing that needs you to go back to Jiangnan. I don't know if it is OK?" Chen Xiu, who had been sitting on the side and did not speak, suddenly began to speak. In order to hide his whereabouts, Mo Xiu has always been easy to accommodate in the military. There is no obvious white hair, plus that ordinary face. Even if he is amazing, it is difficult to associate him with the deceased king who has died.
Zhang million hesitated, looked at Lu Jinxian at the top: "This is..."
Lu Jinxian said: "This is Ye Gongzi."
Although Zhang Mian does not know who this Ye Gongzi is, he still remembers at least the king.
妃 is the name of the leaf. Now that the king is gone, will the king's palace not be decided by Wang Hao? And seeing Lu Jinxian’s attitude also knows that this person cannot be offended. Quickly and respectfully said: "Gongzi please tell." Ink repaired a letter and handed it to Zhang Million, saying: "Please bring this letter back to the person in the envelope."
One million a mile, some doubts: "Just like this?" Originally, he thought it was an important matter, but he did not expect to simply send a letter. Such a thing can be done by anyone. The Ye Gongzi asked him to send a letter and had to give him a suspicion.
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This was not a big deal, and Zhang would naturally not refuse. Put away the letter and nodded: "Please rest assured that the letter will be sent to the next." Mo Xiuzhen smiled and nodded and smiled: "Zhang Laoye just sent the letter. Under the can replace Wang Hao guarantee ... will definitely not be ill Family."
Zhang million hearts in a happy, and then look at Lu Jinxian and other people are ordinary looks, it seems that this Ye Gongzi does have the ability to replace the decision of Wang Hao to make decisions. The smile on my face suddenly became even worse, and nodded again and again: "The son is relieved."
After sending away a million, cold Huai wrinkled and frowned: "Wang Ye, this million million is too greedy, I am afraid it is not so reliable."
Ink repaired his eyebrow and smiled: "Ali chose him to cooperate instead of others, and he proved that he really has this value. And... greed is not a bad thing. Man is a dead bird, if he has the true ability, this Wang doesn't mind letting him get a little more. "But if it's too much, he won't guarantee that he won't let his family spit out."
"But... we have received news that this person and Xiling also have some unclear relationship." Cold Huai frowned. When I first decided to leave the letter when Wang Hao left, this person could not believe it.
Ink repair is not unexpected, with a smile: "He is a businessman, naturally he will not put the eggs in the same basket."
"What is written in the letter that Wang Ye gave him?" Yun said curiously.
Ink repair said: "Writing is that ... the king is still not dead, and now seriously injured and dying. To hide in the Jiangnan Dingwangfu, the dark guards went to Nanxun to borrow soldiers to solve the encirclement of Wang Hong's trapped Feihongguan."
Everyone listened to the fog and asked Nanxun to borrow money. Their situation has not broken to that extent? What's more... Nanxun has just been in the "chaos" for a few years, and has been entangled with Xiling for a while, even if the power of the country can borrow more soldiers and horses?
Thinking for a moment, He Sudao: "Wang Ye suspected that Zhang million is a person of Lei Zhenhao?" If Zhang million is really a person of Lei Zhenhuan, he will never return to Jiangnan if he gets this letter. Instead, it was sent directly to Lei Zhenyu’s hand. Ink repaired his head and said: "He is definitely not a person who is thundering now, but he will not be waiting for him to read this letter."
Everyone looked at it, and this became clear. This is simply a test of Wang Ye’s wealthy businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River. If you choose the wrong one...
Yunxiao frowned: "Will this be too... After all, maybe Zhang million does not have this mind now." Deliberately evokes the dissent of others, although most of this is due to the mentality of these people. But most of the people in this world are also ordinary people with weak minds. As long as they are not given opportunities, they may never betray.
Ink repaired indifferently: "Jiangnan will soon change the day, and then... these people will become very important. Instead of wanting those who swing around, when the time comes, the king will rather clean them all. And there will be no distracting people to change." This may be a bit of a cold, but there are too many things to consider. He bears the rise and fall of the entire Wangfu and Mojiajun, and there is no such time to understand the individual's life and death and embarrassment. Moreover, he did not leave a chance for them, isn’t it?
Looking at the indifferent eyes of the ink repair, the cloud sighed in the heart and no longer spoke. He understands the meaning of the king. Compared with the old Mohist army who has experienced many things, he is obviously too soft and innocent.
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