I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Mr. Mo was wearing a black robe embroidered with silver patterns of beasts in the clouds. His back was as straight as a pine tree. He quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Wei Cang, who was standing by his side with a cane.

The latter took it in his hand without saying a word, bowed before retreating.

The door was pushed open again, and Wei Ying walked in silently.

"Sir." He knelt down and said, "I have already obtained it. According to your instructions, no one was disturbed... Do you want to send it to Xijing for your personal trial?"

Mr. Mo's eyes did not change at all.

"I have obtained clues from elsewhere. I am keeping this person just to confirm the two facts. It is a troubled time here in Xijing. I will keep a close eye on him for now. When the matter here is over, I will go there in person."

Wei Ying nodded and said: "Today at the court meeting, His Majesty met with the eldest prince of Wusun, Weng Guimi, and publicly reprimanded Huo Yu, the commander of Changling, and ordered him to arrest and bring to justice the perpetrators of the attack on the mission within three days, otherwise he will not be killed. Be gentle."

Mr. Mo gently turned the white jade finger, his eyes darkened: "Have you done everything you told me before?"

"Don't worry, sir. The group of Huns who entered the country at the same time as Weng Guimi have always been under our noses. We also made arrangements during the previous attack. We will reveal their whereabouts to Huo as soon as you speak. Yu."

"Ha." Mr. Mo sneered: "At that time, I hope he will understand what can and cannot be done."

"What the young master said is true." Wei Ying finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Wusun Dakunmi died, and Weng Guimi had many supporters, but since he was not the one Princess Suizhao liked, and he had always been with the Xiongnu Why do you want to keep his life because of the secret conspiracy?"

"Wei Ying." Mr. Mo sighed: "My aunt's son is also from Wusun. Even if he succeeds to the throne with the support of Dayu, it will not change this - whether he is a complete Wusun or a split. Wusun is more beneficial to Dayu, you think about it yourself."

Wei Ying shuddered and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"My subordinate understands. I will never talk about this matter again. By the way, there is one more thing." He was about to retreat, but suddenly stopped:

"Your Majesty issued an edict today to search for capable craftsmen."

"Oh?" Mr. Mo was a little puzzled: "Your Majesty has always disliked the work of all kinds of craftsmen, especially those who hate strange and cunning skills. Why did you suddenly change your temper?"

"After today's court meeting, His Majesty met with Weng Guimi privately in the Chengming Hall. They talked for about a quarter of an hour. It is said that he presented a treasure... After that, His Majesty issued an edict."

"Treasure?" Mr. Mo's eyes condensed with coldness: "Does a barbarian thing deserve to be called a treasure? The reason why we need to find a skilled craftsman is because besides this treasure, there should be some restrictions, right? It's not easy to obtain, right?"

"My subordinates will order people to investigate." Wei Ying said.

"There is no need to worry about anything." Mr. Mo said, "In a few days, news will come out... But how is the situation in Anlingyi today?"

"Anlingyi?" Wei Ying was a little confused: "What is the young master asking about?"

Mr. Mo's face turned completely cold: "Back off."

When Wei Cang returned from delivering the letter, he happened to encounter this scene. As he passed by, Wei Ying asked in his ear: "Is there anything unusual happening in Anlingyi recently?"

How could such a whisper escape Mr. Mo's ears. He didn't say anything, just looked down, and a pressure spread silently. Wei Ying immediately turned around and knelt down. Wei Cang also wanted to kneel down, but his legs were still splinted, so he could only stand. He replied:

"Sir, Mrs. Luo has entered the Bai Mansion and diagnosed Bai Lang's illness, which was quite effective."

This is what Mr. Mo expected. He nodded seemingly casually, and the substantial pressure in the room subsided silently.

Wei Ying cursed in his heart that he was as stupid as a pig. Wei Cang is injured and has limited mobility. He has been in charge of the recent intelligence collection and many tasks. He has much more information than Wei Cang. However, when the Lord talks about big things, he never thinks about other small things. Madam, he just didn't think of it for a moment.

That's right, Mrs. Luo is not comparable to ordinary young ladies. He must be more careful about her affairs in the future.

Thinking of this, he quickly added: "Master, you asked Mrs. Luo to diagnose and treat Bai Lang. It was for the sake of the deceased Mr. Bai, but the Bai family didn't think much of her. They didn't even let her go at first. She comes in..."

"What's going on?" Mr. Mo's voice was as thin as water, and like clouds passing in the sky, with unpredictable heights.

This is what the Lord showed when he suppressed his anger. Wei Ying and Wei Cang looked at each other. The former quickly explained the situation and finally said: "The news was handed in this morning. Maybe there was something wrong in it. Speaking of which, after Bai Zhentang inherited the family business, several Although the offerings turned in this time are not small, there are always excuses to delay them, maybe they have other thoughts."

"Everything the Bai family has now is given by me." Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows gently: "I can give it to them, and I can take it back. Give him a warning, if he has any extra intentions, there is no need to Keep it.”

Wei Ying and Wei Cang responded. There is no need to give orders for this kind of thing, they naturally know how to do it.

Just at this time, a loud noise came from the main building of Zhaixing Building on the side, accompanied by cheers and cheers, one wave after another.

Wei Ying went out to inquire about it for a while, and then reported back with a face full of surprise: "Sir, just now there were five bottles of Bu Xian Xian auctioned at the Zhongxing Tower, and that was the last bottle... Do you know how much gold was obtained?"

Mr. Mo didn't say a word, looking past him towards the dim lights outside the window.

Wei Cang glanced at Wei Ying angrily: "In front of the young master, what are you trying to do? Why don't you just tell me quickly?"

"Just this last bottle was sold for five hundred and twenty gold. The five bottles added up are worth a thousand gold!"

Wei Cang also became happy when he heard this: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have gained another huge source of wealth! There are so many people who are good drinkers in the world, Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about money anymore!"

Mr. Mo was not as surprised as them. He pursed his thin lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a long time, and then said softly:

"It's impossible for Mingyue Tower to keep such a huge fortune. I'm afraid it's already being targeted by someone who wants to."

Inside the Xingxing Tower. Weng Guimi, who had just received a large reward today, had a red face. He took the inky jade wine bottle from the Qingli female envoy amidst the cheers of the crowd, laughed a few times, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

"Good wine!" His eyes suddenly widened and brightened: "Dayu deserves to be a kingdom in heaven, and even the wine is far beyond what our Wusun country can match. These five hundred gold are well spent!"

As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of applause in the building, and everyone said that this Prince Wusun was so heroic and worth making friends with.

Yu Shen stopped by the window for a long time, then ordered someone to put down the bead curtain and turned around to sit down at the table.

The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, and a black jade pot was overturned on its side. The middle-aged man sitting opposite was a strong man, holding a whole roasted leg of lamb and devouring it.