Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Li Kong'er shrank her neck, wishing that Qiu Jing and the others would become blind and forget her existence.

——This is obviously a luxury.

Qiu Jing quickly came back to his senses, his expression was extremely ugly, and his breath was stagnant.

Her eyes resembled Qiu Si's, which made Li Kong'er even more frightened.

"Bring her back." Qiu Jing ordered his subordinates.

Li Kong'er jumped up in horror, and before she could escape, she was hit by an invisible energy, and her feet fell to the ground.

"I didn't do these things, General Cheng, help me." Li Kong'er hurriedly asked Cheng Jingchuan for help. Even though she was being dragged away, her figure and face turned sideways were very pretty.

If Cheng Jingchuan didn't hear it, Li Kong'er gritted his teeth, and then turned to mourn: "Master Meng, the slave family knows a secret, and it 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 attracted everyone's attention.

Qiu Jing frowned slightly, and a strange look appeared in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes.

"It's a confidential matter, I can only tell the national teacher to one person." Li Kong'er struggled and shouted.

Meng Qi was noncommittal, as if he neither wanted to hear it nor cared that Li Kong'er shouted to everyone.

Qiu Jing suddenly realized something, but the others didn't know, and all showed vigilant eyes.

Li Kong'er stared at Meng Qi, as if he was sure that Meng Qi would save her because of this secret, because this secret could not be seen.

——She must not be taken away by Fengxing Pavilion. On the one hand, she knows Qiu Si's true attitude towards Qiu Jing. Under the appearance of family affection, she can only use it. Now this appearance has been ruthlessly exposed. On the other hand, Kongkongmen is notorious in Jianghu, and many things that she did not do are counted under the name of "the thief Li Konger", even if Qiu Jing generously did not embarrass her and handed her over to those "thieves". "Bitter Lord" can gain a good reputation for Fengxing Pavilion, but Li Kong'er has no way to return the stolen things, fearing that he will be killed by the Bitter Lord to vent his anger.

In order to maintain the reputation of a "thief", the things that are worth "Li Kong'er" are either priceless treasures or belongings of heroes who have been famous for a while in the world.

Li Kong'er's master once stole the sword of the founder of the Kaipai. The sword is worthless, but this behavior is no different from slapping someone in the face. Because he lost the things of his ancestors and became a laughing stock, he was almost ashamed to walk on the rivers and lakes.

"Yes...Mr. Qiu found out 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 breathed out.

Cheng Jingchuan's subordinates didn't hear clearly at all.

The people in Fengxing Pavilion are very calm, they are all Qiu Jing's confidantes, they have known what Li Kong'er said for a long time, although they are not completely sure, but they are not blind, they have been in contact with each other for a long time in Yuzhou. No guesses?

Li Konger peeked at the reactions of everyone, but only the people from Cheng Jingchuan showed the reaction she expected, while the others seemed to have suddenly become deaf and idiots, neither ears nor brains nor the ability to move.

As for Cheng Jingchuan... Why does Cheng Jingchuan seem to be disappointed?

Li Kong'er was puzzled, and then she watched Meng Qi walk away in horror, without even looking at herself.

"and many more!"

Li Kong'er struggled and yelled, but then his voice stopped abruptly.

Qiu Jing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, nodded approvingly to his subordinates, covering well!

"Thank you General Cheng." Qiu Jing said casually.

Although Cheng Jingchuan didn't dispute the right to interrogate Li Konger to avoid suspicion, showing that he was ignorant of the conspiracy to collapse the city wall, but such a serious change happened in Ningtai, and Cheng Jingchuan was under great pressure. At least he can be a scapegoat to prevaricate those powerful families.

Qiu Jing accepted this favor, but at this time there were intermittent shouts from a distance, she glanced at it, and there were a few gangsters who wanted to see Qiu Jing, and they were forcibly stopped.

"Governor Qiu, please go first." Cheng Jingchuan waved his hand.

"... farewell."

Qiu Jing swallowed what she wanted to say, turned around and left.

There are too many things to discuss, how to stabilize the situation and strengthen Ningtai's protection, how to deal with the King of Heaven, 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 even tomorrow, the Heavenly Grant King's army will invade Jingzhou.

King Jing had already been assassinated, and now he was scared out of his wits and ordered the army to defend the city. Those people who do not live in the city will be exposed to the horseshoes of the rebellious army without any cover.

Fengxing Pavilion must solve and integrate internal differences as quickly as possible, and then quickly go to Jingzhou to help the network under their control retreat, contact and support the Jianghu sects in Jingzhou, and do their part to stop the army of the king of heaven.

And the time left for Cheng Jingchuan was even less than that for Qiu Jing.

The army that was assembled to attack Jingzhou and even fight far away in Jiangbei was about to fight to defend their homeland in a blink of an eye. This sudden psychological gap, I am afraid that even an unknown soldier would not be able to adapt. He was about to fight in a daze. Probably dying.

The collapse of the city wall was an introduction, and King Jing's defeat would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Once Jingzhou falls, morale will plummet. Everyone from the aristocratic family to the common people wants to flee without a fight. Even Cheng Jingchuan, who is a general who is familiar with the art of war, cannot defeat the King of Heaven with his soldiers who are full of thoughts of fleeing.

It can be said that how long Jingzhou can withstand the rebellion indirectly determines the fate of Ningtai and even the entire Jiangnan.

Now that the fog is gone, a lot of people can see the situation clearly, but... because they see clearly, that's a bad thing.

King Ning passed away and Qiu Si disappeared, all forces were ready to move, but Ning Tai did not completely mess up, thanks to the fact that everyone couldn't see what was going on, so they simply stood still, and now the only advantage of delaying has also been lost.

When Qianjun hit his head again, Cheng Jingchuan could taste the blood in his mouth, which came out of his teeth accidentally biting too hard when he restrained his anger.

Cleaning up the ruins, repairing the city walls, and stabilizing the hearts of the people... Cheng Jingchuan issued orders one by one, and finally left even more urgently than Qiu Jing. He had to reach an alliance with King Wu before the Battle of Jingzhou started. Only with foreign aid can those The cowardly dignitaries are reluctant to rest assured that with the support of the King of Wu, these people can better prevent these people from leaving Ningtai and fleeing to Qiantang County.

In a blink of an eye, the vicinity of the city wall was emptied.

Injured people were carried out one after another, and the mutilated limbs were shocking.

Meng Qi didn't go far when he saw the ink carp in the crowd.

"Not dead, he is not dead!"

The person lying on the ground was coughing hard, as if his mouth and nose were blocked by gray stone -->>

, could barely make out his face, clasped his hands to the ground, seemed to think he was still trapped under the ruins, struggling desperately.

"Doctor, please look at my child..."

A woman with bloodstained hands and dusty face grabbed Mo Li's arm and begged repeatedly.

However, the child in her arms was bloodied, his neck was tilted to one side, and he was no longer breathing.

"please!"

The woman saw with her own eyes that the ink carp had rescued the man who had just been dug out from the ruins, and she couldn't help feeling hopeful. Maybe her child's mouth and nose were also blocked by sand and stones. She didn't dare to beat hard, tears were spreading all over the dust. Two ravines appeared on Hui Hui's face.

She opened her mouth in pain and gasped for breath, the blood on her fingers stained the ink carp's clothes.

But Mo Li couldn't stop the movements of his hands to comfort her, because there was another injured person in front of him, his arm was broken, and the sharp bone section pierced through the muscle and skin, which was heavily exposed, blood was flowing, and the injured person had already fainted from pain In the past, if the wound was not treated as soon as possible, it would take several hours to die due to festering and persistent high fever.

Some people went to help the woman, and more people wanted to squeeze her away to win life for themselves and their injured relatives.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Li hurriedly turned around to make room, so that the woman holding the child's corpse did not fall to the ground.

Meng Qi also arrived just in time, and without seeing him move, everyone felt a resistance out of thin air, unable to move their legs.

"Your injury is not serious, go to the pharmacy three streets away and let the doctor have a look."

Mo Li seized this opportunity and quickly took the pulse one by one for diagnosis and treatment.

Some people bleed a lot, which looks scary, but it is not life-threatening.

The ones who are in danger are those whose viscera have been injured. Now they look fine, just a little pain and discomfort, but they are dead after a day.

Even though they were diagnosed and treated, those injured still lingered beside Mo Li, unwilling to leave, because it would cost money to find a doctor at the pharmacy.

"There are no herbal medicines here, and there are no pen and paper to write prescriptions." Meng Qi reminded calmly. After hearing this, everyone dispersed and rushed to the pharmacy, worried that the herbal medicines would not be enough and they would be taken away by others.

There are still some people sitting sluggishly, the house has become ruins, unable to dig, and there is no money bag on them.

There were cries in every ear, the dead did not suffer too much pain, it was the living who suffered.

Meng Qi didn't say a word to help Mo Li, and seemed to return to Yongzhou, where they first met, in a trance, in a wild market, where there were all refugees gathered, almost everyone was hurt, and the room was full of people , In and out, busy.

The conditions are much worse now, there is no roof for shelter from the wind, no stove and hot water, and it is dusty everywhere.

People at that time were different from those of today. The refugees in the wild had almost nothing, but they still had hope in their eyes, wore tattered clothes, and babbled about trifles in their mouths.The people here suddenly lost everything. Compared with grief, they were more at a loss, hoping that this was just a nightmare that hadn't woken up.

Fortunately, neither Qiu Jing nor Cheng Jingchuan forgot to send people over. After about fifteen minutes, the surroundings gradually changed from chaos to order. Burn as firewood.

Patrolling the city yamen brought a few doctors, these are military doctors in the camp, and they are very good at treating trauma.

Only then did Mo Li heave a sigh of relief, he raised his head, and suddenly saw the woman sitting on the side of the road with the child's corpse in her arms, humming a tune with a silly smile.

She didn't respond to everything around her, even when Mo Li gently opened her hands to clean and bandage her scarred fingers.

"Bao'er, have you seen my Bao'er?" The woman's expression was dull, she smiled foolishly, her eyes did not rest on the corpse of the child caught by Meng Qi.

She couldn't feel the pain, she stood up staggeringly, walked forward with a smile, stopped everyone she saw and asked if she saw her child.

No one answered, and instead there was a burst of weeping.

— not for the pain of strangers, but for myself.

This kind of thing is just the beginning, far from the end.

***

Taijing, Beizhen Fusi Yamen.

"What?" Gong Jun, commander of Jinyiwei, stood up abruptly, with an ugly expression on his face.

The tiger-striped cat that was lying on his lap jumped up and let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

This raccoon slave, beloved by Emperor Yongchen, always "harassed" the palace commander when he was on duty. People in Fusi of Beizhen were no longer surprised by it. Anyway, it didn't make trouble. On the commander's shoulders, knees, top of the head... the strange thing is, never pay attention to others.

The weather is too hot recently, Li Nu rarely even goes out, at least there is an ice basin in the house.

And I don't know why, in the imperial city of Taijing, Jinyiwei Prison is the coolest, with blustery winds, and there are often rumors of ghosts.

It was a drowsy and sultry afternoon, and an urgent report from a fast horse alarmed the entire Fusi of Beizhen.

"Xuanchuan Pass fell, and the entire Ning family died in battle?"

Gong Jun's hands trembling as he opened the emergency report, the Ning family is the mother clan of Emperor Qi, and they have been guarding the border since the Chu Dynasty. Never wrong.

"Report, Heavenly Grant Wang Dajun is preparing to march to Jingzhou."

There is only one river between Jingzhou and the territory under the jurisdiction of the Qi Dynasty. Recently, the navy of Jingzhou and the navy of Qi Dynasty are still facing each other across the river.

The tip Gong Jun received before was that King Ning was ready to start a war.

Thanks to Meng Qi, he found traces of Xiliang remnants.

"Where is King Ning?" Gong Jun rubbed his forehead and asked, it would take several days for the news from the south to reach, and Jin Yiwei's channel is still the fastest.

In the end, his subordinates gave Gong Jun an unexpected answer, "King Ning is dead, and King Jing was assassinated."

"What?" Gong Jun was shocked for the second time. He couldn't help thinking, how could the emperor and vassal king die wherever Meng Guoshi went?

If King Tianshou really wants to march into the south of the Yangtze River this time, it is equivalent to bumping into Meng Qi head-on, then it seems that King Tianshou should not live long?

This is a good idea, Gong Jun thought happily, he picked up Ah Hu who was on the ground, and sighed: "Follow me to the palace to meet His Majesty, someone has to speak up about the bad news of the Ning family... Wait, let's go first Summon the Imperial Physician Order, Your Majesty must not have any accidents."

"Do you want to invite King Chen and King Zhou to have an audience together?"

These two are the younger brothers of Emperor Yongchen, the third prince and sixth prince.

"Call it up." Gong Jun said with a sullen face, "Heaven-sent king is powerful, and now it's not just a war in the south of the Yangtze River, let's see what His Majesty orders."