Li Konger shrank his neck, wishing that Qiu Jing and others would become blind and forget her existence.
- This is obviously an extravagant hope.
Qiu Jing quickly regained his senses, his expression was extremely ugly, and his breath was stagnant.
Her eyes looked like Qiu Si, which made Li Konger even more frightened.
"Take her back." Qiu Jing ordered his subordinates.
Li Kong'er jumped up in horror, and before she had time to escape, she was hit by an invisible force on her knees, and her feet fell to the ground.
"I didn't do these things, General Cheng help me." Li Konger hurriedly asked Cheng Jingchuan for help. Even though she was being dragged away, the posture with her body and face turned was very beautiful.
If Cheng Jingchuan didn't hear it, Li Kong'er gritted his teeth, and then turned to mournfully: "Meng Guoshi, the slave family knows a secret, which is a plan left by Mr. Qiu. It has something to do with you and Doctor Mo, everything the slave family said. it is true… "
One sentence drew everyone's attention.
Qiu Jing frowned slightly, and a strange color appeared in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes.
"It's a matter of confidentiality, I can only tell the national teacher." Li Konger struggled to shout.
Meng Qi was noncommittal, as if he had neither the will to listen nor did he care that Li Konger shouted to everyone.
Qiujing suddenly realized something, but others didn't know, and they all showed vigilant eyes.
Li Kong'er stared at Meng Qi stubbornly, as if she was sure that Meng Qi would save her because of this secret, because this secret was not visible.
- She must not be taken away by Fengxing Pavilion. On the one hand, she knows Qiu Si's true attitude towards Qiujing. She can only use the appearance of family affection. Now this appearance has been ruthlessly exposed. On the other hand, Kongkongmen is notorious in the rivers and lakes, and many things that she did not do are counted under the name of "thief Li Konger", even if Qiujing did not embarrass her, and handed her over to those "sufferers". ”, he can build a good reputation for Fengxing Pavilion, but Li Konger can’t return the stolen things at all, and he is afraid that he will be killed by the bitter master to vent his anger.
In order to maintain the reputation of "the thief", the things worthy of "Li Kong'er" are not priceless treasures, or the personal belongings of the famous heroes in the arena.
Li Kong'er's master also stole the saber of the founder of the sect. The sword is worthless, but this act is no different from slapping someone in the face, and this sect is furious. He can't wait to eat this thief alive. Because the things of the ancestors were lost and became a laughing stock, he almost walked on the rivers and lakes shamelessly.
"Yes... it was discovered by Mr. Qiu, about the relationship between Meng Guoshi and Doctor Mo..."
Li Kong'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last two words were almost spit out in a breath.
Cheng Jingchuan's subordinates didn't hear clearly at all.
The people in Fengxing Pavilion are very calm. They are all confidants of Qiujing. They already know what Li Konger said. Although it is not completely certain, everyone is not blind. No guesses
Li Kong'er peeked at everyone's reaction, but only Cheng Jingchuan's people showed the reaction she expected, while the others seemed to suddenly become deaf and idiots, neither having ears nor brains.
As for Cheng Jingchuan... Why does Cheng Jingchuan seem disappointed
Li Kong'er was puzzled, and then she looked at Meng Qi in horror as she walked away, without even looking at herself.
"and many more!"
Li Kong'er struggled and shouted, and then the voice stopped abruptly.
Qiu Jing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and nodded approvingly at his subordinate, covering it well!
"Thank you General Cheng." Qiu Jing said casually.
Although Cheng Jingchuan did not contend for the right to interrogate Li Konger in order to avoid suspicion, indicating that he had no knowledge of the conspiracy of the collapse of the city wall, but such a serious accident happened in Ningtai, Cheng Jingchuan was also under great pressure, and Li Konger was under great pressure. At least it can be a scapegoat and prevaricate those powerful and aristocratic families.
Qiu Jing took on this favor, and then there were intermittent shouts and shouts in the distance. She glanced at it and saw that there were several people from the Jianghu gang who wanted to see Qiu Jing and were forcibly stopped.
"The Lord of the Autumn Pavilion, please stop first." Cheng Jingchuan waved his hand.
"… farewell."
Qiu Jing swallowed what he wanted to say, and simply turned and left.
There are too many things to discuss, how to stabilize the situation and strengthen Ning Tai's protection, how to deal with the God-given King, etc., but this is not a good place to talk, and they don't have time to discuss slowly, the building will collapse, and the crisis is imminent.
Perhaps a month later, or tomorrow, the army of the God-given King will invade Jingzhou.
King Jing had already been assassinated, and now he was scared out of his guts, and ordered the army to defend the city.
Fengxing Pavilion must resolve and integrate internal differences as quickly as possible, and then quickly go to Jingzhou to help the network under their control retreat, contact the Jianghu sects that support Jingzhou, and do their part to stop the army of the God-given King.
And the time left for Cheng Jingchuan is less than that of Qiujing.
The army that was originally assembled to attack Jingzhou or even to the far north of Jiangbei was about to fight to defend their homeland in an instant. This sudden change in the psychological gap, I am afraid that even an unknown soldier will not be able to adapt to it. Probably dying.
The collapse of the city wall is an introduction, and the defeat of King Jing will be the last straw that bends the camel's back.
Once Jingzhou fell, morale plummeted, and everyone from the aristocratic family to the common people wanted to flee without a fight. Even Cheng Jingchuan, who came from a general and was familiar with the art of war, could not bring his soldiers full of ideas of escape to win the king.
It can be said that how long Jingzhou can withstand the rebel army indirectly determines the fate of Ningtai and even the entire Jiangnan.
Now that the fog is gone, many people can see the situation clearly, but... just because they see it clearly, that's a bad thing.
King Ning passed away, Qiu Si disappeared, and the forces of all parties were about to move, but Ning Tai did not completely riot. It was thanks to everyone that they couldn't see what was going on.
Cheng Jingchuan was able to taste the blood in his mouth, because he was biting too hard and accidentally biting his teeth out when he was holding back his anger.
Clearing up the ruins, repairing the city walls, and reassuring the people... Cheng Jingchuan gave orders one by one, and the pace of leaving in the end was even more urgent than that of Qiujing. He had to reach an alliance with King Wu before the battle of Jingzhou started. The dignitaries as small as mice were reluctantly reassured, and only with the support of King Wu could they better prevent these people from leaving Ningtai and fleeing into Qiantang County.
In the blink of an eye, there was a clearing near the city wall.
The injured people were also carried out one after another, and the mutilated limbs were shocking.
Meng Qi didn't go far before he saw the black carp in the crowd.
"Not dead, he is not dead!"
The person who was lying on the ground was choking hard, and it seemed that his mouth and nose were blocked by the limestone -->>
, barely making out his face, clasping the ground with both hands, as if he thought he was still trapped under the ruins, struggling desperately.
"Doctor, please look at my child..."
A woman with blood-stained hands and a dusty face grabbed the arm of the ink carp and pleaded repeatedly.
However, the child in her arms was bleeding, and her neck was slanted to one side, and there was no longer any breath.
"please!"
The woman saw with her own eyes that Mo Li rescued the man who had just been dug up from the ruins. She couldn't help but give birth to hope. Maybe her child was blocked by sand and gravel. Two ravines appeared on the gray face.
She opened her mouth in pain, gasping for breath, and the blood on her fingers stained Moi's clothes.
Mo Li couldn't stop his movements to comfort her, because there was an injured person in front of him, his arm was broken, the sharp bone section pierced through the muscles and skin, and was exposed, blood was flowing, and the injured person had fainted. In the past, if the wound was not treated as soon as possible, it would die after a few hours due to suppuration and high fever.
Some people went to help the woman, and more people wanted to push her away to gain life for themselves and their injured relatives.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Li hurriedly turned around and took out a space. The woman holding the child's body did not fall to the ground.
Meng Qi also happened to arrive, and they didn't see any movement from him, and everyone felt that a resistance was born out of thin air, and they couldn't move their legs.
"Your injury is not serious, go to the pharmacy three streets away and let the doctor take a look."
Mo Li seized this opportunity and quickly took the pulse one by one to diagnose and treat.
Some people bleed a lot, and it looks scary, but it's not life-threatening.
The ones who are in danger are those with injured internal organs. Now they seem to be fine, just a little bit of pain and discomfort, but they are dead after a day.
Even though they were diagnosed and treated, those injured still lingered beside Mo Li and were unwilling to leave, because it cost money to go to the pharmacy to find a doctor.
"There is no herbal medicine here, and there is no pen and paper to make prescriptions." Meng Qi reminded calmly, and everyone dispersed after hearing this, and hurried to the pharmacy, worrying that the herbs were not enough and they were all taken away.
There are still some people sitting sluggishly, the house is in ruins, unable to dig, and there is no money bag on them.
All the cries are heard. The deceased did not suffer too much pain, but those who were still alive suffered.
Meng Qi didn't say a word to Mo Li, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to Yongzhou, where they had first met. In a wild gathering, there were all the refugees gathered there. Almost everyone was in pain, and the room was crowded with people. , in and out without stopping.
The conditions are much worse now, there is no roof to shelter from the wind, there is no stove and hot water, and it is gray everywhere.
The people of that time were different from those of today. The Yeji refugees had almost nothing, but they still had hope in their eyes, wore tattered clothes, and rambled about trivial matters. The people here have suddenly lost everything. Compared with grief, they are more at a loss, hoping that this is just a nightmare that has not woken up.
Fortunately, Qiujing and Cheng Jingchuan did not forget to send someone over. After about a quarter of an hour, the surroundings gradually changed from chaos to order. A cauldron was set up on the cleared space, and the damaged furniture was picked up. Burn it as firewood.
The Xuncheng Yamen brought several doctors, who were medical doctors in the camp and were very good at treating trauma.
Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and saw that the woman was still sitting on the side of the road holding the child's body, humming a song with a smirk.
She was completely unresponsive to everything around her, even when the ink carp gently opened her hand to wash and bandage her scarred fingers.
"Bao'er, have you seen my Bao'er?" The woman's expression was sluggish, she smiled madly, her eyes did not stay on the corpse of the child caught by Meng Qi.
She felt no pain, staggered to her feet, and walked forward with a smile, stopping everyone to ask if she had seen her child.
There was no answer, instead it caused a lot of grief.
—Not for the pain of strangers, but for oneself.
This is just the beginning, far from the end.
***
Taijing, Beizhen Fusi Yamen.
"What?" The commander of Jin Yiwei, Gong Jun, stood up suddenly, with an ugly expression.
The tiger striped cat that was lying on his knees jumped up and let out a dissatisfied cry.
This raccoon slave, beloved by Emperor Yongchen, always "harassed" when the palace commander was on duty. The entire Beizhen Fusi people have already seen it. Anyway, it doesn't make trouble. On the commander's shoulders, knees, over his head... strangely, never pays any attention to anyone.
It's been too hot recently, and the liu seldom even goes out. There is at least an ice basin in the house.
And for some unknown reason, the Jinyiwei Prison is the coolest in the Imperial City of Taijing, and the wind is blowing, and it is often said that it is haunted.
This was supposed to be a sultry and drowsy afternoon, but an urgent news alerted the entire Beizhen Fusi.
"The fall of Xuanchuan Pass, and the death of the Ning family?"
Gong Jun's hands trembled slightly when he opened the emergency report. The Ning family was the mother family of Emperor Qi and had been guarding the border gate since the Chu Dynasty. Although it was later moved to Xuanchuan Pass in the southwest for various reasons, to take care of the southwest border for the Qi Dynasty, but for decades Never go wrong.
"Report, God's bestowing Wang Dajun is preparing to enter Jingzhou."
Jingzhou and the jurisdiction of the Qi Dynasty are only separated by a river. Recently, the Jingzhou navy and the Qi Dynasty navy are still facing each other across the river.
The information Gong Jun received before was that King Ning was about to move, intending to provoke a war.
It was also thanks to Meng Qi that he discovered the traces of the remnants of Xiliang.
"Where's King Ning?" Gong Jun asked while rubbing his forehead. It would take several days for news from the south to spread, and Jinyiwei's channel was still the fastest.
As a result, his subordinates gave Gong Jun an unexpected answer, "King Ning died, and King Jing was assassinated."
"What?" Gong Jun was shocked for the second time. He couldn't help but wonder, how did Meng Guoshi go and where the emperor and vassal king would die
If the Heavenly Granted King really wants to march into Jiangnan this time, it is equivalent to bumping into Meng Qi head-on, then it seems that the Heavenly Granted King should live soon
This idea is not bad, Gong Jun thought with bitterness, he grabbed Ah Hu on the ground and sighed: "Follow me to the palace to see His Majesty, the bad news of the Ning family, someone has to speak... Wait, I'd better call you first. The imperial doctor's order, Your Majesty must not have any accident."
"Are you going to invite King Chen and King Zhou to meet with you?"
These two are the younger brothers of Emperor Yongchen, the original third prince and sixth prince.
"Come on." Gong Jun said with a sullen face, "God bestows the power of the king, now it's not just about the war in Jiangnan, let's see what Your Majesty has ordered."