Handbook for Avoiding the Court

The news of the killing of King Zhennan's son soon spread throughout the court and even the rivers and lakes. The emperor who had been hiding in the deep palace for a long time and didn't care about world affairs was also shocked.

This matter is really tricky to deal with. The 40 army of the two princes is not a joke.After careful consideration, he issued an imperial edict ordering Jingzhou prefect to escort the murderer Wang Yiwen back to Beijing, and hand it over to the Ministry of Punishment for trial before making a decision.

This seems reasonable, since it is impartial and selfless, it can also temporarily block Yoyo's mouth.The two princes also stood still, each on the sidelines, waiting patiently for the result.

But anyone with a discerning eye can understand at a glance that in this way, the Prince Wang still has room to turn around. It is not impossible to have a chance of survival, it depends on what price the Prince Ming is willing to pay.

It's not that the king of Zhennan doesn't understand, everyone does things decently.Who knows what's behind it?

Such a big event is like a blockbuster, and it explodes like a bombshell.Many people are discussing in private, everyone is curious, what is the deep hatred that caused the two princes to kill each other?Some people have even started to imagine the scene of the two princes fighting each other.

Some people say that it must be fighting father, let's see who is better!But this kind of statement is quite boring, and the level of legend is not high.

Some people say that drunkenness is unethical and accidents happen. This kind of argument is reasonable, and many people have been persuaded.

Some people also said that [-]% of them had some kind of sex history, and the two became jealous because of a beauty, and then lost their minds and caused a scene of death.

This explosive statement instantly aroused everyone's interest, no matter men, women, young or old, they can always comment on it after dinner.

This is really a good show, no matter the actors or the audience, they are all working hard, and those who make use of it are always ready to move.

In the early morning, Wangxian Inn.

Mo Jin leaned against the window sill, looked at the fading crescent moon in the sky through the window, closed his eyes gently, and carefully sorted out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Yijiu and Eryi stood guard at the door, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Wang Yiwen lay quietly on the bed, his face was sallow and his eyes were slack. Although he was only [-] years old, he was already haggard and vicissitudes, and there were sporadic gray hairs on his temples.

Fang Ji sat on the head of the bed with deep eyes.

He held Wang Yiwen's hand tightly, lowered his eyes, and did not speak.Fang Lai brought a cup of hot tea, Fang Ji took it and handed it to Wang Yiwen, "Brother Wang, have some tea..."

Wang Yiwen leaned forward a little, didn't pick up the tea, but said softly, "Can you...give me...I...five stone powder!" After speaking, his body began to tremble, and sweat gradually broke out on his face.

Fang Ji put down the tea, touched his sleeping point, helped him to lie down slowly, and shook the quilt.

Turning his head to look at Mo Jin who was standing in the cold air, his face was full of worries but he didn't know how to speak. He remembered that he had promised Mo Jin that he would follow him in the future, but he left without saying goodbye because of that embarrassing matter. letter, but the other party did not blame himself, nor did he ask a single question, and he went to find him without hesitation.

The past is like flowing water, isn't he just that ruthless flowing water?

Suddenly feel ashamed.

Mo Jin gently closed the window, and glanced sideways at Fang Ji, both of them were startled, as if embarrassed.

After a while, Mo Jin walked over with one hand behind his back, Fang Lai hurriedly brought a stool and put it down next to Fang Ji.

Mo Jin was taken aback for a moment, then stroked his robe again, and sat down slowly.

Fang Ji handed him the cup of tea that was still hot, and Mo Jin took it, pressing the smooth cup gently with his fingertips, as if hesitating in his heart.

"Prince Wang..." Mo Jin said in a deep voice, and fell into a deep silence after finishing speaking.

"How?" Fang Ji suddenly became uneasy.

Mo Jin lowered his eyes, a trace of worry appeared on his usually calm face.

"Prince Wang has been taking Wushisan for some years, it shouldn't have killed him. But..." Mo Jin looked up at Fang Ji, only to see him grabbing his cuff and staring at him intently.

Mo Jin, who was staring at him, felt uncomfortable all over, his nose was sore.He remembered that those eyes were staring at him so nervously when he came down from Wushan that day.

However, all of this is nothing more than a mirror image, just pretending to be passionate.

Mo Jin turned his head away, stopped thinking, and continued: "Someone gave the prince a hundred-day drunkenness. This kind of medicine is harmless to ordinary people, but it's just that they can't use force and internal strength." Mo Jin took a sip Tea, the dense heat fascinated his eyes.

"What will happen then?" Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin closely. The man lying on the bed was also an elegant young man who had read a lot of poetry and books before taking Wushisan.He didn't know what had happened to him in the past few years, how could a good person be so unbearable!

He misses that time when Wang Yiwen taught him calligraphy, painting and chess by hand. Although he didn't have the ambition, he was often absent-minded and even sneaked away.But he has never been fierce to him, he always tolerates and loves himself like that.

"Hundred Days of Drunk on a person who takes Wushisan will become a prostitute. After three months, he will definitely die. The symptoms of death are the same as those caused by smoking Wushisan." Mo Jin handed the teacup to Fang Lai, his voice cool.

"How dare County Magistrate Luo lay such a murderous hand on Brother Wang?!" Fang Ji's eyes were dark, and a cold sense of righteous indignation filled his chest.

"As expected, County Magistrate Luo should have submitted the case and kept away from him. As King Ming, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and even the emperor must not execute Prince Wang to death. It is necessary to secretly protect Prince Wang's life without being discovered. It is feasible. The King of Zhennan must also understand this principle. Therefore, we can only act first to be strong, and to get rid of it quickly!"

Mo Jin was silent for a moment, but Fang Ji frowned, his hands clenched into fists, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He stood up, took off the fox fur, and wrapped it around Fang Ji's neck.The warm touch pulled Fang Ji out of his anger, he raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Jin, his eyes flickered slightly, his face was flushed, and his shame was even more palpable.

"Mr. Mo, how dare the county magistrate harm the prince? Isn't he afraid of our prince?" Fang Lai said indignantly, "The king of Zhennan is just a king with a different surname after all, and our prince is the orthodox prince!"

"Shut up!" Fang Ji gave Fang Lai a hard look, and Fang Lai wrung his fingers not daring to do it again.

After a long time, Fang Ji said coldly: "Actually, I didn't intend to rob the prison. I just wanted to see him. When I saw him, he looked like this. I just wanted to rescue him first, and do the rest later." Calculations. Never thought I was right to do so."

Mo Jin took a deep look at Fang Ji, then sat back on the stool.

After thinking for a while, he continued, "Magistrate Luo certainly didn't dare to get rid of Young Master Wang blatantly, so he got a hundred-day drunk, and when he died of poison in March, he had already separated from him. Why be afraid? Wouldn't it be beautiful to please King Zhennan without offending King Ming?" Mo Jin snorted coldly, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Then, can my brother Wang be saved?" Fang Jiming knew that he knew nothing about Mo Jin's abilities and identity, but subconsciously he believed that he was omnipotent.Thinking of this, he himself laughed at himself secretly, as expected, if he cared about it, he would go to the doctor in a hurry.

"Of course there is salvation. But...it's difficult." Mo Jin's eyes quickly flashed a trace of worry, and he glanced at the weak prince on the bed, stood up and said to Fang Lai, "There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones. ?"

Fang came up with a jolt, and all the drowsiness flew away, and he answered "yes" in a low voice, then turned around and opened the package on the table, took out the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, arranged them one by one, and moved over to study. ink.

Fang Ji suppressed his complicated thoughts one by one, he stood up and walked to the table, Fang Lai hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside.

Mo Jin lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "You...how can you grind ink for me? I should be your servant." Mo Jin said with a half-smile.

"Yes, you said that you seem to have served me." Fang Ji frowned and said teasingly.

"I, that... didn't look for an opportunity. Why don't you write and I'll grind the ink?" Mo Jin squeezed his fingers secretly, and passed the brush with the other hand.

When Fang came to see the two of them, you talked to each other, it was really strange, and he thought, why don't you just write a word and grind your ink... Then suddenly felt that he was superfluous, so he lowered his head and pretended not to see.

"I'm not far from that illiterate, I can't do this job. Now, it's done." Fang Ji pushed the inkstone.

Mo Jin held the pen in his right hand, raised the cuff of his robe with his left hand, drooped his eyelashes slightly, stained with ink, lines of words jumped on the paper, until the last stroke of the pen, put down the pen lightly, picked up the three pages full of words and handed it to the paper. Give it to Fang Lai, Fang Lai took it and put it in his arms carefully.

"What kind of medicine has so many ingredients?" Fang Ji looked puzzled.In fact, the doubts in his heart were not limited to this point. He really wanted to ask clearly, but he was afraid that he would be too abrupt.

"I'm afraid there will be some vicious fights soon, so we need to be prepared. Those are the medicinal materials I need to make poison." After speaking, Mo Jin told the other party, "Go and buy them at dawn." Fang Lai nodded , bowed and walked out.

"You don't need to stand out if you don't know martial arts, it's dangerous." Fang Ji tugged on his sleeve, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I'm a free-spirited man, whoever I offend is not the same as whoever I offend, it's fine if I die, but you, you have a family and a prince. In fact, you shouldn't be involved in such things as robbery." Mo Jin stared again. Fang Ji looked at it, as if he wanted to see through him, Fang Ji's heart was agitated.

"It's fine if you die!" Fang Ji threw off his sleeves, feeling displeased.

Mo Jin couldn't help being amused, his eyes were dark, his laughter was faint, and the dark green color at the end of his eyes became even more coquettish and gorgeous.

"I know what you've been worried about. I said earlier that my name is Mo Jin and my family is in You County. It's true. My father, Mo Beixing..." Mo Jin paused for a moment before falling silent. .

"Since there are unspeakable secrets, let's not talk about it. It's almost dawn, and everyone will go back to their rooms for a rest. Don't worry. I will come over if I have something to do." Fang Ji's voice is clear, and he no longer has too many doubts , Turn around and leave.

"Wait, I... my father is actually a poison doctor, I... am not a beggar." At this moment, Mo Jin wanted to tell everything, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

Fang Ji looked back at Mo Jin, and said lightly, "I know."

Fang Ji might have misunderstood it.

Does he really know?What does he know.

"Oh?" Mo Jin leaned closer and said in a deep voice, "How did you know?"

Fang Ji smiled evilly at him: "A small face is dirty, but his hands are clean without a speck of dust..."

Then he gave Mo Jin another meaningful look, and said quietly, "I'm blind, but I'm not blind..."

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