On this day, a big event that would definitely be earth-shaking when the prefect of Yangcheng Prefecture House where the Emperor of Chu temporarily lived was a temporary residence. However, people who knew about this would never say it, because some of them had been destroyed by Mo Jingli, and those who could not silence him were Mo Jingli's confidant and had no courage. All the entire Liyang City, from famous families to ordinary people, did not know what had happened. The only thing they knew was that the food and grass of the Chu army were burned by the Mo family last night.

In Mo Jingli's room, several imperial doctors knelt on the ground and trembled, not daring to move. Mo Jingli sat on the bed and stared at the person below with a cold expression, with a twist and ferocious face that was about to come.

"Tell me... can I cure it?" After a long time, Mo Jingli asked coldly.

After a long time of silence in the room, an imperial physician said tremblingly: "Your Majesty... This is the assassin... the assassin is too heavy to do. And... he also put medicine. I am incompetent, so I am really powerless to turn things around..."

A murderous aura flashed across Mo Jingli's face and he sneered, "Pull it out, chop it! Since you are incompetent, why are you still alive?" Two guards came in and pulled the imperial physician who had just spoken out. The imperial physician shouted in horror: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" Unfortunately, Mo Jingli didn't care about him at all, but stared at the remaining imperial physician kneeling beside the bed and asked, "What do you say?"

Several imperial physicians were already scared by Mo Jingli's iron and cold methods, and hurriedly said: "I will definitely wait... I will do my best... I will spare my life..."

"Do your best?" Mo Jingli was dissatisfied, and the imperial physicians quickly changed their words: "I will definitely arrange the antidote, and I will definitely cure the emperor... I will definitely..." Now who cares about the crime of deceiving the emperor? If you deceive the emperor, you will die later. If you don't deceive the emperor, you will die soon. The imperial physicians quickly made a promise, as if someone was not cut into a certain place that should not have been cut. Instead, they accidentally cut a hole in their hand.

Mo Jingli narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I will give you three days."

"Yes! I will obey the order!" The imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.

Looking at these shocking imperial doctors, Mo Jingli snorted coldly and said, "Get out!" The imperial doctors crawled out and went to study the prescription. Although they knew in their hearts that the person who stabbed Mo Jingli was clearly going to break his roots, let alone whether they could find the antidote. Even Shen Yang, known as the miracle doctor in the world, came with Biluocao. After all,... people are not garlic seedlings, and they can grow again after pinching them off. But no one dared to tell the truth. After all, the lessons of the past were in front of them. At this moment, these imperial doctors couldn't help but hope that the Mo family army would quickly capture Liyang and that they could escape.

In the room, Mo Jingli leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the letter in her hand that she had read countless times, and her eyes changed.

"Old minister Qiu Yunan asked to see the emperor." Outside the door, a somewhat old voice recalled. Mo Jingli said in a deep voice: "Come in."

An old man in his sixties dressed in a literati dressed in, looked at the person on the bed and bowed cautiously, "I wonder what instructions did the emperor summoned him?" Mo Jingli stared at him for a while before asking, "Mr. Qiu, you are also an old minister of the four dynasties?"

Lord Qiu hurriedly said, "When I go back to the emperor, the old minister was indeed the Supreme Emperor, and he had already entered the officialdom." Unfortunately, he had a bad life, average ability, average appearance, and average family background, so he still remained unknown after four dynasties. However, he was still aware of being a human being, and he has been safe and sound for the years. Now, the capable people in the Great Chu Dynasty have been able to die, and now it is his turn to stand out. However, Mo Jingli still did not value him, but he promoted him because of helplessness and no one was available.

Mo Jingli raised his hand and handed over the letter in his hand, saying, "Then look, can you recognize this handwriting?"

When Lord Qiu looked at the letter of careful results, he was stunned for a moment, but soon noticed Mo Jingli's cold gaze, and quickly focused his attention on the handwriting. He frowned, and then shook his head for a while and said, "Great Emperor, the old minister... he doesn't recognize this handwriting."

Mo Jingli sneered and said, "Is that so? So does it look familiar?"

I looked familiar? Lord Qiu put his eyes back on the letter in confusion. This time, I really saw a little name, and hesitated for a moment before saying: "This... Emperor, this handwriting seems to be a disciple... a disciple..."

"Is it a student of Su Zhe?" Mo Jingli asked coldly. At that time, Su Zhe was not only a great scholar in the Great Chu who was second only to Mr. Qingyun, but also a famous calligrapher of his generation. There were so many people who wanted to join him. But there were only two people who could have the opportunity to teach him since the beginning of enlightenment.

Lord Qiu nodded and said, "No, but... the handwriting of this person is still very different from that of Mr. Su Zhe. Su Zhe has a beautiful handwriting, with the wise and proud of a literati. However, this person's handwriting is more free and easy and domineering. I have never imagined it, but if... if you look closely, you will indeed have a bit of Su Zhe's shadow, so you should have learned from Su Zhe since you were young." Only when you started learning from urination, the habit has been engraved into your bones. Even if you become one after another, there are still traces to follow.

Mo Jingli threw out another memorial and asked, "Did these two words come from the same person?"

When Lord Qiu opened it, he almost fell to the ground with a frightened body. This letter was the handwriting of King Ding. Although Mo Xiuyao was not a famous calligrapher, because of his status and reputation, his handwriting was occasionally wandering outside and even more expensive than many famous study masters. Lord Qiu was an official in the court for thirty or forty years, so he naturally saw it. But... Isn't King Ding dead?

Looking at Mo Jingli with some horror, Lord Qiu even forgot the etiquette he deserved. He secretly guessed in his heart whether the emperor was mad because of what happened last night. Looking at Lord Qiu's shocked look, Mo Jingli's face became even more embarrassing. Does he like to be suspected of being regarded as a madman? He compared the letter with the letter for a long time, but the person who left the letter seemed to have intentionally, and the handwriting on the letter was seventy-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-seventh-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth-someth

Xiu Yao was really not dead and wanted to change his identity, so he had no need to write a letter with his handwriting, and even thought of a way to cover up his handwriting. On the contrary, Mo Jingli had to doubt whether Mo Xiu Yao was really not dead. But if this was the reason why the Mo family army was ridiculous, he would be embarrassed again in front of the whole world. Everyone would know that Mo Jingli was afraid of Mo Xiu Yao, and even Mo Xiu Yao was afraid of him as if he was frightened by the death.
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