Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

Mo Ci's carriage was getting farther and farther away from Luojing City. He was not really in a hurry along the way, but stayed for a while in every place he arrived.

Every day, he either accompanies Zhuang Xinhan shopping or travels around with Wei Zhuoyuan. In short, his life is leisurely and fulfilling.

On the other hand, the new year's poetry festival in Luojing City has also begun, but compared with previous years, this year's poetry festival seems to be more deserted.

Even his interest in writing poetry seemed to have weakened a lot. After all, Luojing City had been in turmoil these days, and most people were hiding at home and not able to walk around freely.

They were afraid that the fights between the bigwigs would affect people like them.

Seeing that the morale was really low, someone simply suggested, "How about we take out the poems we wrote in previous years and have a good appreciation of them?"

As soon as this suggestion was made, someone immediately responded, "Okay, come to think of it, there have been excellent poems in previous years. Why not analyze a few of the poems that won first place each year?"

"That's good, I agree!"

"I agree."

Soon, voices of agreement overwhelmed the silence of the majority, and someone took out poems from previous years, and as they talked, they moved on to the poems written by Liu Qingyin that year.

"This poem, about chrysanthemums, goes, 'Wait till autumn arrives on September 8th, when I bloom, all other flowers die. My fragrance soars through the heavens, piercing Luojing, and the whole city is covered in golden armor.' Reading it now, I still find this poem particularly interesting."

Someone was reciting it, shaking his head, looking intoxicated. When others heard this, they thought of Liu Qingyin who wrote this poem, and suddenly fell silent.

Not long after Mo Ci left Luojing City, Liu Qingyin started to go out again. Although she looked very low-key, the people she came into contact with were all royal children. No matter how low-key she was, she was still much more high-profile than ordinary people.

Because the emperor had previously arranged for Liu Qingyin to marry an ordinary citizen. Although he did not explicitly state why he did so, everyone could guess that it was probably because Liu Qingyin had been having affairs with so many princes and nobles, which made the emperor dissatisfied.

Likewise, Liu Qingyin's reputation plummeted, and she disappeared for a long time afterwards.

Unexpectedly, when the princes and nobles started fighting, Liu Qingyin also gradually started to make moves. However, to others, Liu Qingyin's moves were worse than nothing.

After all, these literati really appreciated Liu Qingyin's poems, but she was such a person that they didn't know what to say.

Now when talking about Liu Qingyin's poems, everyone felt complicated, but soon someone spoke.

"It is indeed interesting. Today we are talking about poetry, so don't think too much about it."

After he finished speaking, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They looked at the poem one by one and began to appreciate it word by word.

"Come, come, let's start with the first line, 'Wait until autumn arrives on September 8th'. This line is simple, and it refers to the season when the autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom. But the words are well used. I still remember that year when the autumn chrysanthemums in our Luojing City were in exceptional bloom. They were so beautiful!"

As this person spoke, everyone thought of Qiu Ju from that year, but there was another incident that year that made people unable to help but think of it.

That year, the autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom. Not long after that, Prince Zhao Yan of Qi suddenly fell ill and there was no cure. He could only lie in bed and fend for himself. At that time, the emperor was very angry.

The matter of finding a rare and extraordinary person to treat King Qi Zhao Yan lasted for half a year before it was put to rest. Thinking about Zhao Yan's death this year, everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Some people who thought more about it changed their expressions at this moment, and just silently looked at the second half of the poem carefully.

"Let me talk about the second line, 'When I bloom, all other flowers die.' This line is extremely domineering and highlights the Qiuju's tenacious personality. When one flower blooms, all other flowers wither. Who wouldn't praise the beauty of the Qiuju?"

This man was immersed in this poem and was intoxicated, but he didn't know how ugly the faces of the people present were when he said "When one flower blooms, thousands of flowers wither."

When reading this poem before, everyone was amazed at how well Qiu Ju wrote it. But now with the turmoil in Luojing City and the struggle for the throne, this poem seems to have become unusual.

The man waited for a while and no one responded, then he glanced at everyone, wondering why their expressions were so ugly. Could it be that he didn't taste well?

Thinking about it, he also asked, "What's with that look on your face? Is there something wrong with what I said? Why don't you point it out? Don't just stand there."

As he was speaking, someone reached out and tugged at his long sleeve. When he turned his head to look over, he heard the person say something very softly.

"Think about the current situation in Luojing City before reading this poem."

This one sentence made the man focus on the poem again. He hadn't been thinking about anything else just now. He was still sighing that the poem was good. Now his eyes fell on the last line of the poem, and his face turned pale.

This, this, this... ...The whole city is covered in golden armor? Hiss!

The man took a breath and looked at the others with a pale face. He saw that the expressions on the others' faces were the same as his, extremely ugly.

It would be fine if you don’t think about it too much, but once you start thinking about it, you can’t stop.

Not long after this poem was written, Zhao Yan got into trouble. Not long after that, Prince Yi Zhao Zhe was also reported. What followed was an increasingly fierce struggle among the royal children, which later escalated into a struggle for the throne.

After all, the emperor's health has been getting worse over the years.

Liu Qingyin, who wrote this poem, was connected with many princes and nobles. The more one thinks about it, the more frightening it becomes.

Did they see the whole thing planned from the beginning? It was just that they didn't think of it at the time, but now looking back, they realized that everything had been foreshadowed.

The appreciation of the poem could no longer continue, and soon someone hurried away, saying that they didn't want to stay there at all, for fear that if they knew too much and were discovered, they would die soon.

At this time, everyone didn't notice that the person who first suggested appreciating poems from previous years had already escaped as soon as they realized that something was wrong.

Now, the poetry reading ended hastily. Liu Qingyin, who came to the poetry reading in disguise, arrived a little late. As soon as she walked to the door, she found that many people were walking out, with confusion on her face.

Seeing more and more people leaving in a hurry, Liu Qingyin simply reached out and grabbed someone's sleeve and asked.

"Hey brother, isn't there a poetry gathering today? Why is everyone leaving?"

The man was already afraid because he knew a secret that could not be told, and he felt extremely guilty at this time. He was suddenly caught and his face turned even paler with fright, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

After hearing Liu Qingyin's question, he quickly waved his hand to break away from Liu Qingyin, and continued to walk forward while saying something.

"The poetry gathering is cancelled. I have to go home. You should go back soon too."

Liu Qingyin was completely bewildered. Why was the poetry gathering canceled? She had wanted to ask someone about it, but everyone avoided her and left so quickly.

There was no other way, Liu Qingyin had to walk against the flow of people. She hadn't participated in a poetry reading for so many years, and she was planning to take this opportunity to make a splash. How could she just cancel it?

But before she could walk in, everyone inside had left, leaving Liu Qingyin standing there in a daze.

After a while, Liu Qingyin had to turn around and leave. She planned to ask those who admired her what was going on.

At the same time, those who left the poetry gathering were all worried and scared at first, but later they thought that since so many people knew about this incident today, as the law does not punish everyone, they should be fine.

I didn't know that the connection between this poem and the current struggle for the throne has gradually been spread.

By the time they found out, everyone in Luojing City who could speak knew about it.

After hearing this, they were horrified and wondered who was so bold as to say that. Wasn't they afraid of implicating them?

No matter how hard they racked their brains, they could not imagine that this matter was done from beginning to end by King Qi Mo Ci, who had already left Luojing City.

Starting from the poetry competition, someone suggested appreciating the champions of previous years' poetry competitions. Every step was moving forward in the direction Mo Ci had expected, and now it could no longer be stopped.

Liu Qingyin was also in Luojing City, and naturally knew that the poem she wrote was being linked to the current situation, which made Liu Qingyin very scared.

When she wrote this poem, it was simply because it was one of the few poems about flowers in her memory. At that time, the autumn chrysanthemums were blooming, so she used this one.

I didn't expect that this would happen today.

It was after this incident that Liu Qingyin suddenly remembered that this poem... wasn't really about chrysanthemums, but was using chrysanthemums as a metaphor...

Everything seems to overlap. Although they are in different worlds and different backgrounds, this poem has a similar fate.

Just when Liu Qingyin was feeling terrified, a certain prince came by. When he saw Liu Qingyin, the anger on his face subsided a lot, but...

"Ayin, who did you write that poem about chrysanthemums for?"

"what?"

Liu Qingyin was bewildered. Who was she doing this for? She just wanted to win the championship and gain some fame. What was going on now?

The man looked at Liu Qingyin's confused expression, let out a long sigh, and then said, "Ayin, you already have someone you like. Who is it? Your third brother or your fifth brother? Are you writing poems to build momentum for them?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't mean that. The poem I wrote didn't mean that at all. You're just overthinking it."

Liu Qingyin would never admit that she couldn't remember the specific meaning of the poem at all and only composed it based on the appearance. Anyway, no one can prove it, right?

What she didn't expect was that no one could prove that the poem meant that, and similarly, no one could prove that the poem didn't mean that.

Upon hearing this, the prince looked at Liu Qingyin deeply. Unlike usual, he did not stay for long, but turned and left, saying only one sentence before leaving.

"Ayin, no matter who you are for, as long as I ascend to the throne, you will only be mine!"

Liu Qingyin watched the other person leave. For some reason, her heartbeat was very irregular, as if something uncontrollable was about to happen.

Then, during the day, Liu Qingyin received many princes and nobles, all of whom questioned her. Liu Qingyin gave only one answer, which was to deny all the connections and say that it was just a pure poem.

Only these people know whether they believe it or not. At least Liu Qingyin has temporarily dismissed them.

But by the next day, the emperor also learned the news. He could now clearly feel his body weakening, and the more he could feel himself weakening, the more suspicious he became.

As soon as this incident happened, the emperor arrested Liu Qingyin and put her in jail without saying a word.

Fortunately, with the help of others, Liu Qingyin escaped from Luojing City safely, but she also became a fugitive. She didn't dare to stay for long along the way, and hurried so fast that she didn't even have time to wash and dress up.

This was also the first time that Liu Qingyin felt how easy it was to die in this society where imperial power was supreme.

But she didn't want to die, so she could only keep running.

In Luojing City, the emperor's actions made the princes and nobles who loved Liu Qingyin no longer tolerate it. They simply gathered their power and some even chose to force the emperor to abdicate directly.

Mo Ci, who was far away in Fengcheng, welcomed a carrier pigeon in the evening. Mo Ci took off the letter tied to the pigeon's leg, unfolded it and took a look, and the smile on his face deepened.

There is no need for them to continue to interfere in what happens next. They can just wait and see. As for those princes and nobles, Mo Ci is sure that they will not have a good ending.

But... Liu Qingyin escaped. Mo Ci thought about it and wrote another letter, asking someone to lead Liu Qingyin to Fengcheng.

Fengcheng is the fief of Mo Ci, the current King of Qi. Strictly speaking, it is not a good place, but it is far enough away from Luojing City.

Only if it is far enough away can he hide from other people's prying eyes and make it easier for him to take action.

In the evening, after Mo Ci accompanied Zhuang Xinhan for dinner, she was about to leave but was kept by Zhuang Xinhan. Mo Ci was still wondering what Zhuang Xinhan was going to say, so she just listened to her.

"Qing'er, you are not young anymore. Now that we are settling down in Fengcheng, it's time to think carefully about your lifelong affairs."

Mo Ci: “… Cough cough—cough cough cough—!”

Mo Ci, who was drinking water, choked on the water because of Zhuang Xinhan's words. He started coughing non-stop, his face turning red, and it took him a while to stop.

What had he heard? Was he not young anymore? No, he was only twelve, barely thirteen, still a child with barely grown hair. How could he be talking about lifelong events?

This is a bit too hasty.

It took Mo Ci a while to recover. Seeing Zhuang Xinhan's slightly mocking look, he smiled helplessly and said.

"Mom, please stop teasing me. There's no rush for these things. Besides, I'm not in the mood for love."

"Qing'er, at your age, many young men are already engaged. Mother is doing this for your own good."

"Mother, that's someone else, not me. If you're bored, go to the orphanage. There are a lot of children there, and mother can spend some time helping them."

This orphanage was established by Mo Ci after he came to Fengcheng. He picked up many little beggars along the way, and after arriving in Fengcheng, he simply put them together to teach them.

By then, it will be convenient for him to use you.

Zhuang Xinhan was annoyed when she heard Mo Ci's answer, "You child, not only does your mother worry about you, but you also worry about the beggar you took in. It really is true that children are debts!"

"Thank you, Mom. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After Mo Ci finished speaking, he slipped away without hesitation, fearing that Zhuang Xinhan would continue to talk to him about "lifelong affairs".

Little did he know that his action made Zhuang Xinhan shake her head in amusement and she had no intention of continuing to urge him.