Mo Junyang was silent for a moment and said expressionlessly: "Tell me first, what can you do to satisfy me?"
Wei Zichao paused and glanced furtively at his master. He couldn't believe it - Mo Junyang's visit was just a formality. How could he really have a 'heart-to-heart' conversation with Zhao Ming
Zhao Ming was overjoyed and first gave some information to express his goodwill: "The Third Highness has been coveting the position of Crown Prince for a long time and intends to replace him."
Mo Junyang had a sarcastic look on his face, half-smiling but not smiling, "That's it, do you still want your Zhao family to survive? Then let's save it!"
After saying that, he stood up to leave.
"Your Majesty, please wait!" Zhao Ming suddenly panicked. He didn't expect that Mo Junyang would really leave at the drop of a hat, and he couldn't even taste it.
He immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Xiaguan can't speak. Please give him another chance. I will definitely not let him come here in vain."
The oath is as strong as swearing to the sky.
Mo Junyang stopped, sat back on the chair, and said coldly: "This is your last chance, if you keep talking nonsense..."
"I don't dare to be a lower-ranking official, and I won't dare to do it again!" Zhao Ming kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Mo Junyang pulled his lips lightly: "Say it, it's your bargaining chip."
Zhao Ming trembled and said as if he was pouring beans: "In order to win over Xiaguan, His Highness the Third Prince once promised Xiaguan that when the matter was accomplished, he would grant Xiaguan his hometown and make Xiaguan the King of Sichuan."
Although Mo State has a system of conferring kings with different surnames, it was left over from the previous dynasty. After several kings with different surnames who were conferred by the founding of the country rebelled and were eliminated, there are no more examples of people with different surnames being conferred kings in Mo State.
Such a great temptation! Who can not be moved!
Mo Junjiu was indeed a good chess player. He just won over a third-grade official and was rewarded with the title of king. But what about the other bigger forces
While Wei Zichao secretly scolded the prince for being such a prodigal, he also felt that his master had thought it all carefully - they really didn't know this news beforehand!
Mo Junyang tapped his slender fingers on the table for a moment. He didn't know if he heard Zhao Ming's words. After a long time, Wei Zichao thought he had fallen asleep, only to hear him ask lightly: "Sichuan City is now under Mo Zhao The two countries have jurisdiction, even if Mo Jun sits in that position for a long time, he can make you the King of Sichuan?"
Wei Zichao and Zhao Ming were both stunned. The former was annoyed that he had not thought of this key point, while the latter was amazed at Mo Junyang's keenness.
No longer daring to be cunning, he said truthfully: "Prince Zhao Xinyu of the Kingdom of Zhao has formed an alliance with His Highness the Three Highnesses to support each other in gaining status. There are also deals regarding cities, not to mention Sichuan City."
"That's it!" Mo Junyang finally showed a smile on his face.
Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Although I cannot intercept the correspondence between His Highness the Third Highness and Zhao Xinyu like the prince, I have records of the contents of their exchanges. If the prince can agree to leave a bloodline to the Zhao family, I will The official will submit all records."
Tongliang is a rebellion, isn't Tongzhao a rebellion
Even if the so-called record is second-hand evidence, given Mo Xiangbin's sensitivity and suspicion, it is not impossible to directly deprive Mo Junjiu of his inheritance rights after presenting this thing!
With such a big handle, no matter who he trades with, it is indeed enough to exchange for a bloodline of the Zhao family.
Wei Zichao couldn't help but praise the traitor Mr. Zhao as "resourceful". This double-faced traitor did a good job, and his final trump card was tempting enough. If Mo Junjiu was really taken advantage of, the one in the East Palace would be There are more choices whether to advance or retreat. Let's see how Mo Junyang chooses
After all, the person Zhao Ming wanted them to spare was Shi Baojin...
Mo Junyang looked thoughtful, as if he was still struggling with the choice. It wasn't until Wei Zichao shouted in a low voice that he came back to his senses and looked at Zhao Ming. Seeing that the other person's eyes were expectant and confident, he couldn't help but sneer, "My prince is not like that either." You are such a pedantic and unreasonable person, but who asked you to beg Shi Baojin? Oh, haven't you figured out yet why I 'helped' you so much but only wanted that dandy from your family to marry Shi Baojin? ?”
The smile on Zhao Ming's face froze, and a thought flashed through his mind. He looked at Mo Junyang in disbelief.
Mo Junyang curled his lips nonchalantly: "If you do something wrong, you always have to pay the price."
After saying that, he ignored Zhao Ming and fell back to the ground dejectedly. He gently brushed his clothes and stood up, "Okay, the chat is over. Mr. Zhao can take care of himself."
Wei Zichao knew that Mo Junyang would change his mind once he was involved in Shi Qingxue's affairs, but the conditions offered by Zhao Ming were likely to affect the changes in the entire situation of seizing the throne. Is his master really tempted at all
"Master!" Wei Zichao shouted eagerly, glancing sideways at Zhao Ming's anxious look, and tentatively reminded him, "The Zhao family can leave more blood than just the one in Shi Baojin's belly."
Zhao Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly crawled towards Mo Junyang, shouting eagerly: "That's right, the prince can do whatever he wants to Shi Baojin, as long as he leaves someone for the Zhao family, anyone can do it. …”
Mo Junyang smiled: "Then what does Mr. Zhao want to exchange for me?"
Zhao Ming said hurriedly: "I will give you all the records I mentioned before."
Mo Junyang dismissed it, "Ha! You want to use that thing to fool me. Zhao Ming, do you really think I'm a fool like Mo Junjiu? Forget it, since you have no intention of trading, I won't delay you. Enjoy these last moments."
"Prince Mo! Everything the official said is true. Those are the records of the interactions between Mo Junjiu and Zhao Xinyu. Through the records, we can definitely verify the clues about the interactions between Mo Junjiu and Zhao. The prince will never be disappointed. Everything I said is true. It's true!" Zhao Ming almost screamed. If it weren't for the cell door blocking him, he would have crawled in front of Mo Junyang.
Wei Zichao couldn't help but whispered: "If what this guy said is true, I'm afraid that thing will be very useful to His Highness. Master, you..."
Mo Junyang glanced sideways at Wei Zichao, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw that the other person wanted to remonstrate but was afraid of making him angry.
After thinking about it, he took out a thin booklet from his arms and threw it to Wei Zichao, "Is this what you are talking about?"
Wei Zichao quickly opened it and was dumbfounded.
When Zhao Ming first saw the booklet, he thought it looked familiar. Looking at Wei Zichao's reaction, he couldn't accept it and shouted, "Impossible, I've clearly hidden this thing, how could it get into your hands? It must be a fake." Yes, definitely!"
Mo Junyang was too lazy to argue about the truth and falsehood with a mortal man—something he didn't care about at all—he raised his head and left.
Before taking two steps, he suddenly thought of something interesting, stopped again, and smiled gently at Zhao Ming, "Zhao Ming, you are not a fool. Who started the war sixteen years ago? I think you should I know that you suffered deeply when the Liang Kingdom trampled on our country. How could you finally think of helping the Liang Kingdom? Let me think about it, how did Yelu Beichen explain the death of your parents to you? What did he promise you
Sichuan City was occupied by the Zhao army at that time, and they occupied Sichuan City like a trapped beast. When they finally retreated, it must have been common practice to burn, kill and loot the local people. As for the promise, will you also be named the King of Sichuan? Or help you conquer the two countries of Mo and Zhao? In this case, you will also believe it..."
Mo Junyang's words seemed very light, but he accurately stated the facts that Zhao Ming tried his best to forget and was even too afraid to go, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. What's more, he didn't really want Zhao Ming's answer. He dropped a bomb to shatter the man's last bit of fighting spirit and walked out of the prison easily.
Wei Zichao followed Mo Junyang out. When he was leaving the prison, he couldn't help but look back at Zhao Ming. The man seemed to have had all his life drained out, and he lay paralyzed on the ground, as if he was dead.
"Master, were Zhao Ming's parents really killed by the Liang army?" Wei Zichao still couldn't help but ask.
If this is the case, then Zhao Ming is really pathetic. He wanted to avenge his parents and family, but before he died, he realized that he was helping his own enemies. Such a blow would be more painful than killing him.
Mo Junyang shrugged, "I don't know."
"Then you said..."
Mo Junyang looked indifferent, "It has been so many years since the war. The truth has long been buried in history. It just depends on what you believe! He had doubts in the first place. I just put all possibilities aside." Just come out for his entertainment."
Wei Zichao: "..." What you call entertainment can make people collapse!
Mo Junyang put away his chuckle, looked solemn, and said coldly: "Where do you think the letter that Mo Junyuan separated from Wen Renchi and Shi Junhe came from? If it hadn't been for that letter, I wouldn't have been able to dig out the relationship between him and Shi Junhe. What’s Yelu Beichen’s secret! Since he dares to make Qingxue sad, he must be prepared to bear the price!”
After all, it was for Shi Qingxue.
Wei Zichao was no longer able to complain. I am afraid that after this incident, more people will guess that Mo Junyang is infatuated with the wife of the Shi family.
"Then what should we do with this record? Should we hand it over to His Majesty?" Wei Zichao excitedly held the thin booklet as if he was holding a bomb to blow up the bunker.
Mo Junyang glanced at him teasingly, "What are you handing me over for? When did you have the habit of being used as a gunman?"
Wei Zichao replied subconsciously: "But wouldn't this be able to pull Mo Junjiu down?"
"Then what?"
"What then?" Wei Zichao still didn't understand.
Mo Junyang expressed sadness about the intelligence of his subordinate, and left him directly to Qu Yuebai to explain, and went to the palace to recover.
Wei Zichao asked Qu Yuebai persistently, "Why doesn't the master use it? Is it possible that he actually doesn't want His Highness to gain power?"
Qu Yuebai wordlessly took the booklet, rolled it around, hit Wei Zichao on the head hard, and scolded angrily: "Pig! Can't you use your brain? Zhao Ming is like that Man, do you really think he would betray his master for a bloodline?"
Wei Zichao said stupidly: "Of course not, but Mo Junjiu is not his master. He can definitely sell Mo Junjiu. You still don't suspect that this record is fake, do you?"
Qu Yuebai had given up letting Wei Zichao think and said directly: "The record must be true, but the more true it is, the more suspicious it is. Zhao Ming handing over this thing will not do him any good at all."
"He didn't hand over the things, it was the master himself..." Wei Zichao shut up angrily under Qu Yuebai's glare, and then asked reluctantly: "Then what do you think he wants?"
Qu Yuebai sneered: "This thing looks like a good handle against Mo Junjiu, but in fact it is just a hot potato. If we really hand it over, not only will Mo Junjiu be ruined, but His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely suffer the same fate.
Do you think our master can do this kind of thing where clams and cranes compete for the fishermen's profits? "
Wei Zichao was confused, "You mean Mo Junhao is behind this..."
Qu Yuebai interrupted him with a smile, "Buddha said: Don't say it, don't say it! Let's see the master's arrangement!"