191 The Good Intentions of Old General Di, Inside Story
It's night.
In the Qinghui Hall, the bamboo shadows are mottled, the distant mountains are outlined, and the eaves of the carved balustrades and painted buildings fly away diagonally, bending into a solemn and gorgeous arc.
In the courtyard, Mo Jingxiao and Ning Yujin paused for half a minute, their eyes falling on the mottled black shadow reflected on the wing door, their eyes a little heavy.
Di Changfeng was still concentrating on studying military strategies at the moment, looking forward to being able to win back a sentence from Mo Jingxiao tomorrow.
But they stood here, thinking about how long they could hide what happened to General Di.
"Let's go, don't keep Zizhan waiting too long."
The two people only stopped for a moment, and then immediately walked towards the conference hall.
Ning Yujin followed Mo Jingxiao silently, and the hand holding her became tighter and tighter, as if he and she were firmly connected together and never separated again.
Murong Xuan had been waiting in the room for a long time. When he saw the two of them coming in holding hands, he immediately covered his face with a fan, lowered his eyes and coughed lightly: "Master, Third Miss."
"Well, you already know everything?" Mo Jingxiao nodded to Murong Xuan, but without stopping, he walked straight to the main seat.
Poor Ning Yujin was held by the hand the whole time. She couldn't break free even if she wanted to, so she could only follow her to the main seat with her head lowered.
Murong Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Yujin, then turned back to Mo Jingxiao casually, nodded seriously and said: "Zizhan already knows everything about General Di."
"Yeah." Mo Jingxiao responded, then turned his head slightly to look at Ning Yujin, who was standing next to him like a daughter-in-law, and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you sit down?"
Ning Yujin's eyes fell on the hands they were holding together, and then on the main seat where Mo Jingxiao was sitting, with a look of helplessness and speechlessness.
If he wants her to sit, he must at least let go of her hands. Could it be that he means that he wants her to sit with him?
That's impossible. Not just anyone can sit on the main seat.
At the moment when he was thinking about it, Mo Jingxiao was obviously impatient with the waiting and said, "You still want me to help you?"
Ning Yujin's eyes widened, and before she could even say the word "no", she saw Mo Jingxiao's wrist forcefully pull her towards the direction where he was sitting.
Then……
Ning Yujin was dumbfounded, and her whole body was stunned.
He...he...he actually pulled her over and let her sit directly on top of her!
What kind of trouble is this?
Mo Jingxiao put his arms around her waist and trapped the petite little person in his arms. Then he raised his head and looked at Murong Xuan: "What do you think Zizhan?"
Murong Xuan looked sideways slightly, not looking at what he shouldn't have looked at, and replied seriously: "General Di has been on the battlefield for decades. He is not the kind of person who has no power to restrain a chicken, nor is he the kind of person who is not vigilant.
A man who was suddenly attacked by someone this time was most likely at the hands of someone close to him."
Ning Yujin came back to her senses from the state of mind that was shaken by Mo Jingxiao just now. She listened carefully to Murong Xuan's analysis and glanced at Mo Jingxiao from time to time.
Obviously, Mo Jingxiao had already understood the possibility that Murong Xuan mentioned.
Is it still possible...
Ning Yujin frowned and couldn't help but reach out and grab the corner of her clothes and twist them.
"Girl, what have you thought of?" Mo Jingxiao suddenly lowered his head and came in front of her, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes.
Ning Yujin leaned back as a habit, and then realized that she had been holding on to Mo Jingxiao's clothes, and quickly let go: "No, I didn't expect anything..."
At this moment, Murong Xuan also cupped his hands towards Ning Yujin and said sincerely: "Third Miss, Zizhan knows that you have a delicate mind and unique ideas, and sometimes you can think of things that we can't think of. If you think of anything, please let us know.
That’s it.”
"This..." Ning Yujin glanced at Murong Xuan, then at Mo Jingxiao, took a deep breath, and then said, "Tell me, why did General Di let Di Changfeng return to Shengjing alone this time?"
Murong Xuan frowned slightly and answered: "Changfeng came back because General Di heard that I was getting engaged. The reason why he was alone was because he was young and energetic, and he believed that he was good at martial arts, so he ran away alone.
Back..."
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped and raised his head to look at Ning Yujin with some surprise.
At this moment, Mo Jingxiao also looked at Ning Yujin, his eyes suddenly stunned.
What she asked was - why did General Di let Di Changfeng return to Shengjing alone!
General Di has such a precious son as Di Changfeng. He has been raised in a military camp since he was a child and has never seen the outside world. How can he safely let him return to Shengjing alone?!
Unless there is something inside!
If you think about it carefully, you will know what the problem is. It's just that when Di Changfeng came over, he happened to encounter some villagers who were poisoned, so no one paid much attention to him, and they just ignored him.
"It seems that General Di already knew that there was a traitor around him at that time. But he was not sure who it was yet, so he would rather let Changfeng travel alone than send someone to escort him. And he used the pretext of my engagement to let him go
Changfeng came to Shengjing, obviously because he wanted Changfeng to escape from the land of right and wrong, so that he could be protected by me in Shengjing."
It's a pity that after General Di's hard work, they didn't even figure it out until now!
Mo Jingxiao clenched his five fingers tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, as if they would explode at any time.
Ning Yujin bit her lower lip with her teeth, slowly stretched out her hand, covered the back of Mo Jingxiao's hand, and grabbed his hand.
With one movement and no words, he understood what she meant.
No one knew things would turn out like this, so it's no one's fault.
Regret is a useless emotion now. It is only right to quickly find the traitor in the army and avenge General Di.
Moreover, the commander of the first army was dead, and the 300,000-strong Zhendong Army in the east was leaderless. Qi Yunqian didn't know where he was hiding, silently watching their every move, and he didn't know what was going on in the gourd.
Murong Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what did the emperor say in the palace today?"
Mo Jingxiao raised his eyelids, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Today, when we were discussing in the study room who should take over the position of coach of the Zhendong Army, the prince mentioned King Jingyang, but the emperor neither approved nor objected."
"Prince? King Jingyang?" When Murong Xuan heard that these two people were next to each other, a strange expression flashed across his face.
King Jingyang is the younger brother of the Queen Mother Yin. What the Queen Mother Yin really wants to do is to have her grandson King Xing become the emperor. This prince is involved with King Jingyang...
Ning Yujin stood aside and muttered: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
Mo Jingxiao and Murong Xuan looked at each other, their eyes complex and not calm.
The poisoning of the villagers had already been traced to King Jingyang before. This time General Di was poisoned, and it was also traced to him in various twists and turns.
Now that General Di has passed away, it seems that King Jingyang is the most suitable person to serve as the head coach of one side of the court.
What else were they talking about before?
He has no military power. If he really wants to rebel, he can only think of strange tricks to catch him by surprise.
But now it seems that he has no intention of letting go of military power.
Mo Jingxiao narrowed his cold eyes, as stern as frost and snow: "No matter what, King Jingyang must not let King Jingyang win this position of coach!"