Disobedience

"Come in, so many dead men can't stop you, let alone me who is dying?"

Mo Jinghe pushed open the door, and there was no one serving in the room. Maybe the old man also felt that there were a bunch of people ambushing in his yard, and it would not be good to spread the word about killing his own grandson. I couldn't help it, so I sent them all away.

Seeing that the old man was not as energetic as yesterday, he was leaning on a pillow on his back, half sitting and half lying down, his hands trembling slightly, holding a tea bowl, the tea in it was no longer steaming, he must have been holding it like this for a long time.

Mo Jinghe entered the door to salute, and said: "Old Master."

"Come here and sit down. Listen to the movement outside, you have brought many people home, don't take charge!"

Mo Jing and Yiyan sat down, reached out their hands to touch the teapot that was simmering in the dark, it was still warm, took out the tea bowl and filled it with tea for the old man to change.

"The tea is cold, drinking it is not good for your health."

The old man looked at the tea in his hand for a long time before taking it: "I'm a person who is going to die in a while, do you still care about this?"

"If the descendants of the Mo family are all striving for success, it will be ugly to fight for some family property. You were very good when you were young, with a soft temper and a temperament of eating and waiting to die. There are quite a few, there are a few of the family's children who don't do something out of the ordinary, after all, there are people in the clan to take care of it, I am relieved that you do that, after Erlang is gone, I am willing to take care of you more."

Mo Jinghe was sent to the palace when he was three years old. The old man had two sons beside him, and Mo Jingke and Mo Jinghua were separated from each other. It really wasn't his turn. They couldn't see each other several times a year, really. In terms of family affection, how much affection can there be.

"When I went to the army, the old man said, "May I be born on the court steps like a Zhilan Yushu."

Old Mrs. Mo didn't answer his words, and continued on his own.

"I didn't realize that you have such a city before, but even I was counted into it."

They are relatives, grandparents, just now the old man was holding a bowl of poisoned tea in his hand, this is a two-handed preparation, if the dead man can't solve him, he will drink poison himself, anyway, he will not live long, testify against Mo Jing and Xia All the evidence of the poison is ready. In this way, it is hard to say whether Mo Jinghe will accompany him. After all, it seems that the emperor likes him very much. It is not difficult to find a reason to pardon the capital crime, but the left and right will take over. The Mo family is absolutely impossible, that's enough.

Mo Jinghe smiled wryly in his heart, he wanted to kill his dead man, he wanted to kill himself, all the calculations and calculations, the little family affection that was not much at all was exhausted on this.

Adjusting the front of the robe, he sighed and said: "Old Master... the poison of the green grass inhabits it, it is very painful before death, and bleeding from the seven orifices after death, and the appearance is very unbearable. Why do you suffer so much?"

The old man was not surprised that he knew that there was something poisonous in the teacup just now. Seeing him push the door over without any problems, he understood it all. This little brat has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger since he was a child. several years.He knew about the dead men of the Mo family early in the morning, and knew that there was an ambush in the yard, so he would naturally know about the green grass.

There were still some things that Mo Jinghe didn't say, but the old man understood that no matter how clever the evidence he produced, he couldn't reach Yousi at all. There are so many people serving around him, not one or two people from Dahan Pavilion , How can the emperor let go of this heart, Mo Jing and getting off the crime and even framing the eldest and third wife are all convenient things.

"Do you know why I didn't drink in the end?"

Mo Jinghe looked up at him, he really wanted to know.

"I was sitting like that just now, as if I saw Erlang. It's been more than ten years, and it hasn't changed at all. He looks clear and bright. He holds my hand and looks at me like that, just like when he was leaving the year he went to war. Same, my heart suddenly melted."

Mo Jinghe sighed, there are too many possibilities for the old man not to drink this tea, the outcome is uncertain outside, and it is not a dead end; moreover, this cup of tea may be a foreshadowing for the old man, just to draw out his father.

You see, I was planning to trap you in an exorcism. What kind of crime is it to kill your grandfather, the old man of the Mo family? Can you afford it?Don't talk about family relationship between us, just talk about Erlang—my son and your father, you can't ignore this bond, now I decided to let you go because of Erlang, do you want to express it? , such as managing the Mo family well, don't divide it, or begging the emperor to let Da Lang Erlang go.

Hearing the knock on the door from outside, the old man's expression turned cold. The servants were all sent away. They will not come here now, nor can they come in. If there are dead soldiers left outside, they will rush in and kill Mo Jing And, never knock on the door like this.

"The Mo family is almost yours, and these dead men are naturally yours, so why should you cut off your wings?"

Mo Jing said softly: "Under the whole world, is it the king's land, I am a subject, what do you want private soldiers for?" He is used to saying these high-sounding words.

When the footsteps approached just now, Mo Jinghe could already hear them. The man was not wearing the soft-soled shoes that are used by hidden guards. The footsteps were relatively heavy, and the steps sounded like the square steps that he had deliberately practiced since he was a child.

It should be Mo Jingke.

People outside didn't wait for the inner room to answer the door, so they opened the door and came in.

The blood all over his body startled the old man, he sat up straight tremblingly, and waved his hands.

"Come here, come here, why are you here at this time, are you hurt?"

Mo Jingke said: "No, it's all theirs. There's a lot of fighting outside, but no one dares to hurt grandson."

It turns out that grandpa and grandson get along like this... Mo Jinghe felt that she couldn't get in the way at this time, like an outsider, and wanted to say, "Why don't you chat first, and I'll go outside to see how the fight is going." not suitable.

Mo Jingke said a few words to the old man, then turned her head to look at him, looked at him for a long time, and then said: "Master Mo, I want to be loyal to His Majesty all my life, but His Majesty doesn't want to be loyal to the king and serve the country; You have to serve your parents with filial piety, but something like this happened to your father... We are cousins ​​after all, can you please intercede for my father, I would like to pay one life for another."

As soon as the words fell, he took the dagger hidden in his sleeve and inserted it directly into the chest cavity.

The old man only felt a sudden bang in his head, and there was no sound in his ears. It took a long time for grief to emerge. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and trembled while holding Mo Jingke, but there was a cry No sound can be uttered, nor can a single tear be shed.

Mo Jinghe stood up and walked to the front of the collapse.

"I admire you."

It was only then that the old man noticed that there was another him, and unconsciously hugged Mo Jingke even tighter, but he forcibly calmed down.

"Let's go, Ke'er is gone, and my energy is gone. You can do whatever you like, and I can't care too much about it."

Mo Jinghe nodded, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and walked out.

Walking to the door, I ran into the hidden guard who was about to come in and report back.

"In charge."

The dark guard looked at Mo Jing and his dazed appearance, a little surprised, and approached him to help him.

Mo Jinghe waved his hand.

"I'm fine, are there any casualties?"

"Nineteen hidden guards were injured, seven of them were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured."

Mo Jinghe held his arm, said "hard work", and told "Go back first, let Dr. Zhao take a good look at it; send someone to clean up here; then go to the palace to report the situation here to His Majesty, and tell him what is going on here." Your Majesty said that I will write a memorial and submit it to Your Majesty in detail later."

"No, let's send the boss back to the house first."

Seeing that Mo Jinghe still waved his hand, he promised to leave.