In the Mo family's stronghold, Li Ji was awakened by a nightmare. Jing Ke, who was in the same bed, was still sleeping soundly.
She shook her head vigorously and put her hands on her temples, "There is no reason, why do you have such a dream... Senior brother, where have you been?"
It had been more than a month since Han Shen disappeared, and they had searched everywhere they could, but in the end they had no choice but to let it go.
It was still very early, but Li Ji lost her sleep. She covered herself with the quilt and stared at the rafters with wide eyes.
Han Shen held up his long sword and cursed "Death to the tyrant", and was immediately chopped into pieces by countless swords.
Her mind was obsessed with it, playing the dream scene over and over again.
After a long time, it was dawn. Jing Ke stretched out and got up, but Li Ji had a haggard look on her face.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
"Yeah. I dreamed that my senior brother went to assassinate Ying Zheng alone, and then..."
Jing Ke hugged Li Ji, put his hand on her temples, and whispered softly: "It's okay, dreams and reality are opposite."
"……Um."
"Let's go, let's go eat the morning meal first."
The two of them came to the place where the Mohist disciples had breakfast. As soon as they sat down, they heard the conversation of the disciples next to them.
"I don't know who he is, but he was able to assassinate the King of Qin in Handan."
"It is said that there is not just one person, but many people were hung at the gate of Handan City for public display."
"Yes, yes, it seems that even Lu Yan was accused by the King of Qin because of his unfavorable supervision."
"The assassin this time is amazing. There used to be a fish intestine sword hidden in the belly of a fish. This time the assassin even took the sword and hid it in the ancestral grave of the Queen of Qin's mother's house. It's really scary."
"..."
The bamboo chopsticks in Li Ji's hands fell to the ground, she stopped eating, covered her mouth and ran outside.
"Hey, Li Ji, where are you going?" Jing Ke didn't care about the dishes and chopsticks, and followed him as fast as he could.
He held his wife's shoulders, then hugged her into his arms, and kept saying, "It's just a rumor, don't think about it."
He said he was comforting his wife, but in fact, Jing Ke was also very upset in his heart.
"Leader Jing Ke, I just happened to meet you." When a Mohist disciple saw the two of them, he ran straight over and took out a letter, "This is when the brothers who moved into the room of Chief Han Shen were clearing out their belongings.
found."
"What?!" Li Ji jumped out of Jing Ke's arms, grabbed the envelope and tore it open.
"The snow in the Yan Kingdom is earlier than the Central Plains, and the time is even longer. The snow falls on the world, the heaven and the earth are cleared, and the loneliness and coldness are desolate. How can a person who has ruined his country and perished his family be embarrassed?
If you are born as a person who has subjugated your country, and if you die, you will be a ghost of the country's subjugation. For the rest of my life, I will only think of you and your husband.
Brother, I have traveled thousands of miles, and the road is dead. Don't think about it. Please work hard to love yourself, and we will grow old together. There are good news from time to time, but it can be caused by the north wind.
Senior brother Han Shen, a masterpiece."
"Senior brother...you! Why...why!"
Li Ji collapsed, fainted on the spot, fell down, and dropped the letter to the ground.
With tears in his eyes, Jing Ke picked up the letter, picked up his wife, and left silently.
"what happened?"
"have no idea."
Several Mohist disciples were confused, looked at each other, stopped interfering, and went to have breakfast on their own.
…
"Junior brother, you can ask me for more details. You must not be careless about this kind of thing."
Five steps to kill, senior brother, have you been planning this thing since that time!
What a shame, I didn’t notice it at all!
Li Ji was lying on the bed, her handsome face as pale as paper.
Jing Ke banged his head against the wall, blaming himself for his dull senses.
Some people in Jicheng cried bitterly, and naturally some people laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, National Preceptor Lu Yan, now only the title of National Preceptor is left. If Li Mu is defeated, your life will end here!"
Kuai Che sat at home and had a drink, very satisfied with the results of this wave of remote cooperation. As for the failure, he didn't care at all.
"Fan Yuqi faced off against Li Mu. In the final analysis, the odds of winning are still a bit low. It seems that we have to find a way to give Fan Yuqi some help."
He finished the glass of wine and burst out laughing: "Yan Dan, you are such a useful chess piece. Don't let me hear any more rumors that you are wiser than Yan Xi, which will insult my ears. "
…
In the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion in Xianyang City, Ju Shuang was holding a piece of letter and frowning. In front of her, Mo Ya was kneeling on one knee.
"So, the King of Qin did deprive him of his position as Taifu and Guowei, and asked him to stay in Zhao land until the Zhao land was restored."
Mo Ya lowered his head and answered in a low tone: "Yes. The king was assassinated twice in a row, and he was upright. In the end..."
Ju Shuang crumpled the letter in her hand and frowned, "Bai Feng, please go and notify Mrs. Nong Yu quickly and inform her of the situation."
Bai Feng said nothing, nodded and jumped into the sky.
"Ehuang, inform the palace that we will move to Zhao Di."
"This..." Mo Ya stopped talking.
Ju Shuang looked at him, "Do you have anything to say?"
He condensed his voice and said: "My lord, the matter involves the relationship between the king and the king. I am afraid that the family in the Imperial Prefecture will not be able to leave Xianyang."
"Hostage?" Ju Shuang pointed out directly.
"..." Mo Ya didn't reply.
"Sister..." E Huang looked at Ju Shuang, his amber eyes filled with worry.
It was destined to be a sleepless night. Only two children, Jie and Ji Yan, were still unaware of the seriousness of the matter in the Imperial Master's Mansion.
Under the night, the clear rain flower sword was sprinkled with hazy water mist. Ehuang waved it aimlessly, venting his inner melancholy.
"It seems that I came at just the right time."
The bright moon, Qingluan, walked through the sky. The Moon God gathered its brilliance, fell to the ground, and smiled brightly at Ehuang.
Ehuang looked around and asked in a low voice: "Lord Moon God? What are you doing here?"
Moon Goddess walked closer, her red lips parted slightly as if there was a faint fragrance floating on them, "From the moment a rift appeared between Lu Yan and King Qin, the future of this era has changed rapidly. I need to tell you clearly my position."
"What's your position?" Ehuang was confused.
"Yes, my position is not that of the Yin Yang Family."
"I've been curious about your position for a long time. Can you listen in?"
Gu Shuang appears on the roof, holding the Ziyun Sword, squinting at the Moon God from a high position, his sword power is uncertain, as if in a dream.
"Sister!" Ehuang exclaimed, wanting to explain, but didn't know how to start, "Lord Moon God, she..."
"It's you." Yueshen just smiled indifferently at her appearance and looked up at Ju Shuang, "Bingpo, Ziyun, Qingguang. Lu Yan, the backbone of the family, is not around. The only ones who can call the shots in the Imperial Master's Mansion are these three.
. Now it seems that the main thing is you."
"What do you want to say?"
"No matter what the Yin Yang family does in the future, I hope you can maintain the last trace of trust in me."
Ju Shuang remembered what Lu Yan had said long ago, that the Yin Yang family and him would be enemies in the future.
So, is this Moon God going to betray the Yin Yang family for the sake of the young master?
"You are so confident, will we believe you?"
Luna jumped onto the roof and faced Ju Shuang face to face, "You don't have to believe it, you can even kill me here. As long as you can bear the consequences of that."
Moon God, the protector of the Qin State, killed her here?
Ju Shuang's hand holding the sword tightened, knowing that she really couldn't move it.
"When you are in a desperate situation, remember to keep your last bit of trust in me." Yueshen walked to Ju Shuang's side and made eye contact, "My recognition of your young master is no less than yours."
Ju Shuangmo's eyebrows jumped and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
It’s not like I don’t know that you have feelings for Young Master. Do you agree? You are really good at using words.
The Moon Goddess jumped up from under the moonlight and disappeared instantly. She did not stop him, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.
Young Master, some things seem to be going against your wishes.
Suddenly, Fang Fang appeared with a sword in hand. Looking at the direction where the Moon God disappeared, he said abruptly: "What are you thinking about?"
Ju Shuang came back to her senses, threw away those gossips, and sighed, "Although she talked so eloquently, I probably know that the Yin Yang family is going to become the enemy of the young master. She herself loves the young master, but she won't
Show mercy."
"Is there a reason?" Fang Fang has seen the Moon God many times and analyzed: "She is the protector of the moon, so she has a reason. It seems that the leader of Donghuang Taiyi wants to do it himself."
What exactly does she mean by desperate situation? And why is it me...
Ju Shuang looked at the northern night sky with ups and downs in her heart.