In Qin Dynasty, the hero of the bright moon dominates the world

Chapter 117

The little lotus stands in a pavilion, with a delicate fragrance.

In front of a pool of clear water, Zhao Shuang was fishing with a bamboo pole.

The disciples of the Mohists stood beside them respectfully, only the noise outside the courtyard could be heard incessantly.

A large number of Korean soldiers surrounded the mansion, and Ji Wuye led Liu Yi to the front of the pavilion from the outside.

The disciples of the Mo family didn't stop him, Ji Wuye looked at the fishing boy in front of him.

"Are you the new leader of the Mo family?"

"General Ji Wuye is an important minister of South Korea, why do you want to come here to see me as a commoner?"

"Stop putting on airs!"

"What does the general want?"

The kid in front of him was dressed in commoner clothes and a mask, and Ji Wuye placed the eight-foot sword in his hand across his shoulder.

"Jade-faced Flying Dragon, if you are sensible, get your people out of Xinzheng, or don't be blamed for being rude to me. I'm afraid you won't even think about going out today!"

Zhao Shuang smiled calmly, and the bamboo pole in his hand did not move slightly.

"The Mohist practice righteousness, why are you afraid of life and death? The general knows, what will happen if you kill my Mohist disciple?"

Ji Wuye's breath was unstable, and his complexion became even uglier.

"Boy, are you threatening me?"

The Mohist is noble and honest, and when Mozi was in the Song Dynasty, he went to the Chu Palace in person, and with one man's strength, he defeated Chu's strong army and was admired by the world.Later, he went to the state of Chu many times, and the king of Chu repeatedly recruited him and granted him land, but Mozi refused.

Mozi is alive, and there are countless Mozi in the world.

Later to Meng Sheng.

Before his death, Wu Qi designed to lure more than 70 aristocratic families in Chu who opposed the reform, and Meng Sheng's good friend Yangcheng Lord was among them.

Meng Sheng performed justice for his death festival, and more than 180 people went to the dead, almost all of whom died in the world.

These two vivid examples echoed in Ji Wuye's mind, and his hands were covered with fine sweat.

Don't love money, don't fear death, there are still piles of such people, Ji Wuye can't afford to mess with them.

Ji Wuye organizes the night and does all kinds of bad things, but in the end it is still for money, power and beauties.

Although after Meng Sheng's death, the Mohism declined.Even among the current Mohist disciples, not all disciples are like the original Mohists.

After all, who doesn't love money?

But what if?

What if the kid in front of me is?

What if this kid is under his command?

In case he swung his sword down, what if this kid didn't hide?

What awaits Ji Wuye is the endless pursuit, which is enough to make him restless.

Ji Wuye didn't dare to gamble, put away the eight-foot sword in his hand, and laughed loudly.

"As expected of the leader of the Mohist family, what a courage!"

Liu Yi stood aside, watching Ji Wuye change from being aggressive to what he is now, feeling terrified in his heart, and looking around, his whole body was icy cold.

What about the furniture and utensils I spent a lot of money on?

How come one is gone?

Ji Wuye had nothing to do with this kid and sat on the ground.

"The Mo family has always been most active in the land of Yanzhao, but now they come to Korea, why?"

"For one person!"

"Who?"

"Baiyue's abolished prince Tianze!"

Ji Wuye's complexion was extremely ugly, and his eyes were wide open, shining with luster.

The kid in front of him is so outspoken, there are only two possibilities, either he is honest and acts aboveboard, or he doesn't take him, General Ji Wuye seriously at all.

Ji Wuye's complexion changed, and then he laughed out loud.

"The commander-in-chief is really interesting, what do you want to do with a dead man?"

"General Ji is a smart person, so he naturally knows why I want to find a dead man."

Ji Wuye stood up, and raised the eight-foot sword in his hand again.

"Jade-faced Flying Dragon, don't bully people too much. If you make me anxious, people from the Mo family will kill each one they see!"

"The general wants to kill me?"

Zhao Shuang smiled, feeling the killing intent behind him.If it was said that Ji Wuye was just making false threats just now, then this time he really wanted to kill him.

"So what?"

"I bet the general won't be able to swing this sword!"

The wages of avarice is death.There was a sneer on Ji Wuye's face, and the killing intent became more and more severe.

"Boy, you really want to die, don't blame me."

Just when Ji Wuye raised his hand and was about to wave it down, a shrill voice suddenly came from his ear.

"General Ji, no!"

A servant hurried over and ran to Ji Wuye's side, out of breath.

"General Ji, what you are doing is all on your own, so don't hurt your temper."

"what are you doing here?"

Ji Wuye was a little strange, why did the servants in Hanwang Palace come here?

"Your Majesty has orders to see this Mr. Mohist."

At this moment, Zhao Shuang flicked the fishing rod in his hand, and a fat fish was caught from the pool.

Zhao Shuang carried the fish, passed Ji Wuye, and walked to the side of the Mohist disciple.

"Make this fish a soup, and I'll eat it when I come back tonight."

"promise!"

Ji Wuye looked at the commander in front of him who was going away on his own, and made a judgment in his heart.

This kid is not open and aboveboard, but he is not taken seriously at all.

Seeing the message from her subordinates, Mingzhu couldn't help smiling.

"Ji Wuye suffered a loss at the hands of that jade-faced flying dragon, and lost a lot of face."

Bai Yifei sat in the distance, looked at the military documents on the table, and asked softly.

"So what's going on now?"

"The leader of the Mo family was invited to the palace by the old King Han."

When Bai Yifei stopped moving his hands, a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

Mingzhu lay on the brocade couch, and noticed Bai Yifei's expression.

"There are too many lobbyists from various schools who have been called into the palace of the Han Dynasty, so you don't necessarily look like this?"

Bai Yifei shook his head, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

"If this Mohist leader really has something to do with Zhao Shuang, then his appearance will definitely not be easy. Step by step, I'm afraid it will bring unknown dangers."

Mingzhu smiled, wearing a black gauze, extremely seductive.

"Cousin, you are thinking too much."

"South Korea's position is here, and so is its national strength. At the end of the year, Shen did not harm his whole life, and he could only make the countries not harm each other. This jade-faced flying dragon is related to Zhao Shuang. Is there any other strategy to strengthen South Korea? The kingdoms of the royal family, internally cultivate virtue?"

Mingzhu stood up from the couch, holding a glass of wine in her hand.The wine was as red as blood, but she drank it slightly, with a playful smile on her face.

"South Korea's hegemony reached its peak as early as two Jiazi years ago when Zheng was destroyed. The rest can only be gradually eroded by other countries. Instead of letting it be destroyed in the hands of other countries, let us squeeze out its last bit of value .”

Bai Yifei looked at Mingzhu and smiled, as if laughing at her innocence.

"Why are we the only ones who know this truth? We are definitely not the only ones who want to drain Korea dry."

"I have only seen people who can make the first move on Tianyuan and finally win on the chessboard. But, knowing this, but still dare to make this move on Tianyuan, how can it be so simple and easy to deal with?"

Mingzhu shook the cup in her hand, smiling even more on her face.

"So, I really want to see how handsome this jade-faced flying dragon looks like under the long silk mask?"

(End of this chapter)