[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

Mo Jingzhi's face was sullen, and his right index finger lightly tapped the dagger less than a foot by his waist, his brows furrowed together.A dozen personal guards in black armor lined up behind him. They stood upright, like a city wall, separating the people who came to watch the excitement from the burning workshop.

The largest glazed workshop in Yan Kong Kingdom suddenly ignited a raging fire, and within half an hour, this ancient workshop that had been passed down for nearly a thousand years was burned down.The owner of the workshop, Zhao Chen, is a true businessman. This unknown fire burned all his property. He was holding a volume of books that he had finally snatched from the fire. His originally fair face was covered with gray marks. More than half of his hair was burnt, he didn't care about his unkempt appearance, he stumbled to Mo Jingzhi, plopped and knelt in front of Mo Jingzhi, crying like a woman who lost her child: "The general must give it to me!" It must be that bastard from Baize who did it!" Zhao Chen gritted his teeth and spat, "Damn! They, a bastard who doesn't even have a country, dare to covet Yankong's Liulifang. They deserve it for more than 1000 years. The country cannot be restored!"

"Fangzhu Zhao, this is over." The silent general lowered his head, looked at the person prostrate at his feet chattering and cursing, and frowned even tighter.

Zhao Chen suddenly realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, raised his head slightly to take a peek at Mo Jingzhi's expression, and when he touched Mo Jingzhi's dark eyes, Zhao Chen was startled, lowered his head again, and bit his lips tightly.How could he have forgotten that this great general of the Yankong Kingdom had half of the blood of Bai Zeren on his body. "The little one was confused by anger, and the little one slipped out of words!" Zhao Chen knocked his head on the ground and made a loud noise.

Mo Jingzhi leaned over and patted Zhao Chen's shivering shoulder: "Liulifang is not only the painstaking effort of the Zhao family, but also one of our Yankong's wealth. .”

"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, General!" Zhao Chen heaved a sigh of relief, holding the volume of the book in his arms to the top of his head, "General, this is the "Atlas of Thousand Machines". The dog... the brat put it on purpose, trying to take advantage of the chaos to steal the atlas, but fortunately, the little one kept the atlas tightly on weekdays, so it is not a disappointment to the lord."

Mo Jingzhi glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he picked up the roll of atlas, on the yellowed paper was written "Thousand Machine Atlas" in Yankong characters, rolled into a roll, It is tied with a gold thread, and the corners of the outermost paper have been turned up. This is a roll of atlases that are quite old. "Fangzhu Zhao risked his life to keep the map, Jingzhi will speak a few words in front of the king on behalf of Fangzhu."

"Thank you, General!" Zhao Chen lowered his head and bowed again, his voice loud and clear.

Handing the "Atlas of Thousand Machines" to a guard behind him, Mo Jingzhi ignored the owner of Liulifang who was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes locked on the Liulifang surrounded by fire, and his frown gradually loosened. "Master Zhao, do you still remember the appearance of that Bai Zeren?"

"Remember! Remember! I can recognize him even when he turns to ashes!"

It was three poles high in the sun, and the shadows of flowers were scattered in the courtyard. The fiery red pomegranate flowers were in full bloom towards the sun. Under the pomegranate flowers, a man in a black robe and robe was lying on a cool chair made of bamboo strips. A pomegranate flower facing the sun is in a trance.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the half-closed man opened his eyes, his slanting eyebrows raised slightly, a light flashed in his dark eyes, Mo Jingzhi bent his mouth, only three In the hour, there is good news.

"General!" The person who came was Mo Jingzhi's personal guard and also Mo Jingzhi's most capable subordinate, Yuan Jin.

"Caught it?" Mo Jingzhi said lightly.

"No." Yuan Jin has followed Mo Jingzhi for many years and is familiar with Mo Jingzhi's temper. Mo Jingzhi likes his subordinates to speak directly to him without hiding their thoughts, so Yuan Jin reported the news truthfully.

"Tsk!" Mo Jingzhi smacked his lips, obviously this news was not what he wanted.He wants good news, not bad news. "Didn't I just say, if you catch someone and report to me, why did you come in such a hurry?" Although Mo Jingzhi was displeased, he knew that kneeling in front of his bodyguard who had been with him for many years was not a meeting. For those who defy him, his appearance must have other urgent matters.

Yuan Jin replied without changing his face: "Zhao Chen is dead."

"What?!" Mo Jingzhi's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up from the cool chair. When he got up, the sleeves of his toga turned over the tea that was on the side, and the tea fell to the ground, splashing Mo Jingzhi's clothes. horn.

"Just got the news that Zhao Chen died in Liulifang." Yuan Jin said.

"In Liulifang?" Mo Jingzhi was puzzled, "Didn't he live in Qi Yuanhou's residence last night?"

"Yes, and the last general also sent a team of personal soldiers to protect Zhao Chen according to the general's request, but..." Yuan Jin rarely paused, and after a while, Yuan Jin raised his head and looked directly at Mo Jingzhi, "The last general is incompetent , please punish the general!"

Yuan Jin is Mo Jingzhi's favorite general, Mo Jingzhi stretched out his hand to pull up the man kneeling on the ground, and sighed: "This matter is too strange, let me go and have a look." Mo Jingzhi never mentioned the punishment.Yuan Jin cupped his fists and gave a military salute to Mo Jingzhi, which was a way for Mo Jingzhi's soldiers to express their loyalty to the general.

Mo Jingzhi nodded to Yuan Jin, did not change his tea-stained ink clothes, and took Yuan Jin to Liulifang along the road he walked three hours ago.

The fire in Liulifang had been extinguished last night, and the original majestic gate was only left with a plaque that was blackened by the fire half-hanging on the door, and the vermillion wall was burnt to blackness. A ruined wall remains.In front of the burned gate of Liulifang, a group of Yankong soldiers wearing black armor stood upright, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, but no one showed fatigue.Seeing Mo Jingzhi's arrival, the leading soldiers came out and gave a military salute to Mo Jingzhi: "General, we have blocked all the exits of Liulifang according to Yuan Xiaowei's order, and all craftsmen and technicians in Liulifang have been invited back. .”

"Well done." Mo Jingzhi smiled with the corner of his mouth slanted. These personal guards were all trained by him. They have strict military discipline and efficient work.

After receiving Mo Jingzhi's praise, the officers and men showed no joy on their faces, and he continued to report to his general: "Marquis Qi Yuan also came half an hour ago, and he is waiting for the general in the hall."

Mo Jingzhi's dark eyes blinked, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Oh? This is the first time I've seen him so anxious." Qi Yuanhou Mojun's reputation in Yankong is not good, this arty Hou Yefeng Before he became a knight, he was criticized a lot. After being a knight, this Marquis was even more impeached by his ministers. There was even a time when Li Shen, the prime minister of the left, made ten memorials to impeach this Marquis of Qi Yuan in one day. When the drought occurred in Beiyang County, the Lord did not donate more silver taels for disaster relief.Mo Yishen, the leader of Yankong Kingdom, looked at the one-inch-high memorials piled up on the desk, and sighed repeatedly at Mo Jingzhi. In a country ruled by martial arts, there is an arty and lazy Marquis, no wonder everyone can't see it. used.

Walking into Liulifang, the pungent smell of fireworks has not dissipated. Liulifang is a workshop with four entrances and eight rooms. Walking through the screen wall is the main hall.The originally magnificent main hall was burned beyond recognition by the fire. There were more than a dozen unkempt people standing in the hall. They were the most famous technicians and craftsmen in Yankong or the entire Zuzhou.

Several of them knew Mo Jingzhi.Liulifang claims to be a private workshop, but these technicians clearly know that they are in private under the orders of the Lord Yankong, and Mo Jingzhi often secretly comes to Liulifang to entrust these technicians with the task of making military weapons, and personally cooperates with some of them. The technicians study the weapon map and are familiar with several of them.

When Mo Jingzhi walked in, an old technician with a pale complexion rushed up to greet him. He looked to be over fifty, with gray hair on his sideburns gradually dyed, and a pair of bright eyes in his sunken eye sockets. This fire was only for him. It brought short-term fear, and after the fire was extinguished, they, who were obsessed with making weapons, still maintained the desire in their hearts. "General, when will Liulifang be rebuilt?" The old technician bowed to Mo Jingzhi, and looked directly at Mo Jingzhi with burning eyes.

Yankong is famous in Zuzhou for iron smelting. One out of ten Yankong people is a craftsman or technician. Everyone is proud of this. The technicians who can enter Liulifang are among the best talents in Yankong.The Yankong kings and courtiers of all dynasties have treated these technicians very politely, even Mo Jingzhi, a general who has made military exploits many times, cannot neglect these technicians.

Mo Jingzhi leaned down slightly, and respectfully returned the salute to the old technician: "The lord has activated the national treasury, and will rebuild Liulifang within three months, masters, please wait."

"Three months..." Another technician walked out of the crowd. He was a little younger, just over [-] years old, and he looked very energetic. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up." He said slightly worried.

Mo Jingzhi nodded: "Master He is right, we can only pray that Yankong and the other kingdoms can live in peace for the past three months."

"Not necessarily." The older technician stroked his gray beard, shook his head and said, "The Lord of Shile increased his troops in Xuanzhi and Fufeng counties, and stationed a hundred ships on the bank of the Jing River. Yunxuan's ambition Not small."

After the old technician finished speaking, the other technicians on the scene nodded in agreement. Yan Kong favored martial arts and despised literature, and everyone had the blood of fighting in their veins. A heart to fight the enemy.In such a chaotic world, this kind of thinking is even stronger.Mo Jingzhi clasped his fists in both hands, bowed respectfully to all the technicians, then straightened his body, and said solemnly: "Mo Jingzhi is not talented, he has been favored by the lord of the country, and he is the head coach of Yankong. Guarding Yankong, risking his life and not letting the iron cavalry of other countries step into the territory of Yankong! Mo Jingzhi once again swears to everyone that if only one person from the army of another country sets foot on the territory of Yankong, Mo Jingzhi will expel him from the territory of Yankong, Later, I will take the crime to the lord!"

After Mo Jing's words, he drew out the sword at his waist and cut it to the palm of his left hand, blood dripped on the ground, showing to everyone that his heart is clear, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other.

All the technicians stopped discussing, Mo Jingzhi's ability to be named a general has his own merits.The old technician nodded slightly, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

"General Mo is much more responsible than the one inside." The old technician smiled wryly, turned around, looked at a door on the left side of the main hall, and raised his finger, "Marquis Qi Yuan is waiting for the general in the back room. If you want to talk, I won't bother you."

"Thank you all." Mo Jingzhi bowed his hands and led Yuan Jin into the door.

Mo Jun, Marquis of Qi Yuan, was pacing restlessly in the house, the folding fan in his hand opened and closed, and it would not stop for a while.He was wearing a brocade gray robe and a jade crown on his head. He had a hesitant look on his elegant and handsome face. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief until he heard a steady voice With the sound of footsteps, Mo Jun's face turned pale. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, stuffed it into his sleeve, and saluted the visitor respectfully.

"I've seen Lord Hou." Before Mo Jing stepped into the house with one foot, Mo Jun saluted first.

Mo Jingzhi was stunned for a moment. Both he and Mo Jun were marquises, but Mo Jun was the cousin of Yankong King Mo Yishen. Mo Jun could have been crowned king originally, but the previous king was not granted the title under the constant participation of courtiers. As the prince, Mo Jun only gave it to a Marquis.Mo Jingzhi's father was granted the hereditary title only because of the meritorious service of his ancestors. If the two were to be compared, Mo Jun, the Marquis of Qi Yuan, would have more weight than Mo Jingzhi's Marquis of Jinglie, but Mo Jun knew that in the eyes of everyone, his own This Marquis of Qi Yuan was not respected at all by Marquis Jing Lie, who was not respected by Mo Jingzhi at all.Maybe it won't be long before he will be reduced to earl again.

"Your Majesty is being too polite. I can't afford to respect you." Mo Jingzhi smiled flatly and returned the salute to Mo Jun.The room where Mo Jun lives is the place where the technicians usually discuss. There are only a few tables and chairs, which are also sealed on weekdays. Yesterday, a big fire did not burn this place. Compared with the smoky main hall, this place is much neater and cleaner No wonder Mo Jun chose this place to stay.

Mo Jingzhi looked around, Mo Jun stayed in this room alone, with no one around him, as if he wanted to say something to Mo Jingzhi.Mo Jingzhi waved Yuan Jin who came with him to step back, raised his clothes, and sat down on a random stool. "What does Hou Ye want to say to Jingzhi in private?" Mo Jingzhi put his hands on his knees and looked directly at Mo Jun.

The pressure in Mo Jun's heart rose sharply. He usually likes to be arty and elegant, and rarely works with soldiers. Sitting opposite Mo Jingzhi, Mo Jun didn't know how to speak for a while.

Seeing that Mo Jun hadn't spoken for a while, Mo Jingzhi spoke first: "Master Hou wants to apologize?"

"That's right..." Mo Jun muttered, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead again.

"Where is Zhao Chen's body?" Mo Jingzhi has never seen Zhao Chen's body since he entered Liulifang. Mo Jingzhi knew that Mo Jun should protect Zhao Chen's body well.

Sure enough, Mo Jun raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed behind Mo Jingzhi: "It's in the dark pavilion behind Lord Hou."

"Dark Pavilion?" Mo Jingzhi turned around, and saw a door suddenly sunk in the wall. With a creak, the door opened in response to the sound. Behind the dark door, the inside could not be seen clearly, only the sound of small footsteps could be heard.

"Master Hou, please come with me." Mo Jun walked to the secret door and nodded to Mo Jingzhi.

This dark pavilion is not big, only one foot long and wide, and it would be too crowded for a single person to enter.Now there are three living people in this secret cabinet, plus one corpse, it looks very crowded.

The sound of footsteps just now came from Wu Zuo, and when Mo Jingzhi and the others entered, Wu Zuo had just finished the autopsy.When Wu Zuo saw Mo Jingzhi and Mo Jun walk in, he was about to salute, but was stopped by Mo Jingzhi raising his hand: "Say it straight, how did people die?"

"Zhao Fangzhu has a bloody hole as thick as an index finger in the back of his head, which should be injured by a hidden weapon." Wu Zuo reported truthfully.

"Has the hidden weapon been taken out?" Mo Jingzhi asked.

"This..." Wu Zuo hesitated, "I didn't find a hidden weapon in Fangzhu Zhao's mind."

Mo Jingzhi's eyes darkened. Without hidden weapons, the murderer would not be found. In other words, this may become an unsolved case.

"When was the body found?" Mo Jingzhi walked to Zhao Chen's body, and looked at the bloody hole in the back of Zhao Chen's head.

"About three quarters of Yin time." Mo Jun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"When did Zhao Chen die?"

"Yin time two quarters." Wu Zuo said.

"There was only a quarter of an hour before and after, and Yuan Jin sealed the city when he got the news, that is to say, the murderer should still be in the city." Mo Jingzhi turned his gaze to Mo Jun who was wiping his sweat with his head down, with a sneer on his lips, "Master Hou, why Fangzhu Zhao walked out of Lord Hou's mansion at Yinshi?"

Mo Jun's body trembled, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt on the ground.He was afraid that Mo Jingzhi would ask him this. He originally lived in his mansion, but died in Liulifang in the middle of the night. Even if Mo Jun was not suspected, he would definitely be questioned. Not good, but he really didn't want anything to do with the murder.

"I... I really don't know." Mo Jun's palms were covered with cold sweat.

Mo Jingzhi glanced at the cowering person in front of him, sneered, walked out of the dark pavilion with a flick of his sleeves, and left the side room without stopping.

Yuan Jin greeted Mo Jingzhi when he walked out of the house, and followed behind Mo Jingzhi respectfully.Mo Jingzhi bid farewell to more than a dozen technicians in the main hall, and then walked out of Liulifang.

As soon as he walked out of Liulifang, Mo Jingzhi immediately ordered: "Send someone to secretly watch every door of Qi Yuanhou's mansion, and report in time if anyone enters or exits. Also, the gates of the city are strictly blocked, and everyone must be strictly interrogated!"

"Yes!" Yuan Jin led the order.