Golden Age Legitimate Fei

On this day, a great event happened in the prefecture of Liyang City where the emperor of Chu lived temporarily. It was absolutely earth shaking. But people who know this will never say it, because some of them have been killed by Mo Jingli. What can't be done is his confidants, and they don't have the courage. All the Liyang City, from famous families to ordinary people, did not know what happened. The only thing I know is that the food and grass of the Chu army was burned by the Mohist army last night.

In Mo Jingli's room, several doctors kneel on the ground, shaking and afraid to move. Mo Jing Li sat on the bed, staring at the people below, with the wind and rain on his face.

"Tell me Can it be cured? " For a long time, Mo Jing Li asked coldly.

There was silence for a long time in the room. Only then did a great doctor say with fear: "tell the Emperor This, assassin The assassin's hand is too heavy. And After taking the medicine, I can't do anything. I can't go back to heaven... "

Mo Jingli flashed a trace of murderous air on his face and said with a sneer: "pull it out and chop it! What are you still alive for when you're incompetent? " Two bodyguards came in and pulled out the doctor who had just spoken. The great doctor exclaimed in horror: "the emperor, spare your life! The Emperor The emperor, spare your life Unfortunately, Mo Jingli did not pay any attention to his meaning. Instead, he stared at the remaining doctor kneeling beside the bed and asked, "what do you say?"

Several imperial doctors were scared out of their wits by Mo Jingli's ruthless methods. They even said, "I'm sure I will do my best The emperor, spare your life... "

"Do your best?" Mo Jing Li was not satisfied. The imperial doctors quickly changed their words and said, "I will definitely make an antidote. I will cure the Emperor It will... " Now who cares about the crime of deceiving the king? If you cheat you, you will die later. All the doctors were busy making sure, as if someone was not cut a certain place. But I made a cut in my hand.

Mo Jing Li squinted and said coldly, "I will give you three days."

"Yes! Yes, sir The doctors were relieved and quickly accepted.

Looking at these startled if the cicada's doctor, Mo Jing Li Leng hum a way: "get out of here!" The doctors went out to study the prescription. Although they all know that the people who stabbed Mo Jingli clearly want to cut off his root, let alone whether they can work out an antidote. Even if Shen Yang, who is known as the world's miracle doctor, comes with Biluo grass, it's useless. After all People are not garlic sprouts. They can grow again if they are pinched off. But none of them dare to tell the truth. After all, the lessons from the past are in front of them. At this moment, these doctors even couldn't help but hope that the Mohist army would break Liyang a little faster, so that they could run for their lives.

In the room, Mo Jingli leaned on the head of the bed, staring at the letter that had been read countless times, and his eyes changed indefinitely.

"The old minister Qiu Yunan asked to see the emperor." Outside, an old voice thought of it. Mo Jing Li said in a deep voice, "come in."

An old man dressed as a man of letters in his sixties came in and looked at the people on the bed. He bowed his head cautiously and saluted, "I don't know if the emperor is summoned. What can I do for you?" Mo Jing Li stared at him for a long time and then asked, "Lord Qiu, are you an old minister of the four dynasties?"

Qiu adult even busy way: "back to the emperor, the old minister is indeed the first emperor when he has already been an official." It is a pity that his life is not good, his ability is average, his appearance is ordinary, his family background is also ordinary, so that he is still unknown after four dynasties. However, I can still be a man at ordinary times, and I have come over steadily these years. To now, the big Chu Dynasty has the ability to die of the dead to walk, and now it is only reluctantly his turn to take the lead. However, Mo Jingli still does not value him, but forced to be helpless, no one can use to promote him.

Mo Jing Li raised his hand and handed over the letter in his hand and said, "look, can you recognize this handwriting?"

Mr. Qiu was careful. As soon as he looked at the letter, he was stunned by the contents of the letter. However, he soon noticed that Mo Jing's eyes were cold, and he quickly focused his attention on the handwriting. He frowned and shook his head for a long time: "meet the emperor, old minister I don't know the handwriting. "

Mo Jing Li sneered and said, "is it? Is it a little familiar then? "

Familiar? Mr. Qiu put his eyes back on the letter. This time, I really saw some names and hesitated to say: "this Emperor, it seems that the handwriting is from I'm learning from... "

"From Su Zhe, isn't it?" Mo Jing Li asked coldly. At that time, Su Zhe was not only a great scholar in the great Chu Dynasty, second only to Mr. Qingyun, but also a famous calligrapher. There are so many people who want to worship him. But there were only two people who had the opportunity to teach from the beginning of enlightenment.

Lord Qiu nodded: "yes, but There is a great difference between this man's handwriting and that of Mr. Su Zhe. Su Zhe's handwriting is meaningful and elegant, with the purity and pride of a scholar. And this person's handwriting, but more free and easy and domineering. It's hard to imagine, but if If you look at it carefully, there is indeed a shadow of Su Zhe. Therefore, we should learn from Su Zhe since childhood. " Only from the beginning of urine to learn, habits have been carved into the bone. Even if it becomes a whole in the future, there are still traces to follow.Mo Jingli threw out another fold and asked, "are these two handwriting from the same person?"

When Qiu opened it, he almost fell to the ground. Although Mo xiuyao was not a famous calligrapher, because of his status and reputation, his handwriting was occasionally left out, and even more expensive than that of many famous scholars. Lord Qiu had been an official for thirty or forty years. Naturally, he had seen him. But Isn't King Ding dead?

Some of them looked at Mo Jing Li in horror. Lord Qiu even forgot the proper etiquette. In the heart secretly surmises because last night's matter, the emperor is to be angry mad. Looking at Qiu's shocked appearance, Mo Jing Li's face is even more embarrassed. Does he like to be suspected as a madman? He took the letter and compared it for a long time, but it seemed that the person who left the letter was intentional. The handwriting on the letter was seven points like that of Mo xiuyao, but three parts were not. It seems to be written in a specious way. If Mo xiuyao didn't really want to change his handwriting identity, he didn't need to write a letter. He even tried to cover up his handwriting. On the contrary, Mo Jingli had to doubt whether Mo xiuyao was really alive. But if this is the Mohist army, he will lose face again in front of all the people in the world. At that time, everyone will know that Mo Jingli was afraid of Mo xiuyao. Even when Mo xiuyao died, he was afraid of him like a frightened bird.

"Is that right?" Mo Jing Li asked coldly.