Shanhe Festival 217: The Sick Scholar's Malice

The news that the Mohist Army announced its break with Great Chu spread like the wind throughout Great Chu and the surrounding countries in a very short time. The huge impact was absolutely beyond Mo Jingqi's expectation. Not only did the common people and scholars who felt deceived were very dissatisfied with the court, but even the princes who were in charge of the various places began to get restless. Not to mention the increasingly frequent troop movements in the surrounding countries. Not to mention the northern thoughts like Beirong, even some small tribes in the north began to provoke from time to time on the border. The monarchs and ministers in Chujing may still be angry and cursing, but the people on the borders of Great Chu have personally experienced what the loss of the Mohist Army means to Great Chu.

"Mo Xiuyao! What a Mo Xiuyao... What a Dingwang Mansion! One day I will kill all your family members!" In the study, Mo Jingqi smashed the furnishings in the room crazily. This time, he was completely helpless against Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao threw such a big thunderbolt at his son's full moon banquet. By the time the news reached Chujing, it was basically spread all over the world. Let alone Mo Jingqi wanted to do anything to refute or counterattack, every day when the court was in session, countless scholars would collectively petition, and those petitions were more like questions than petitions. However, the evidence provided by the northwest was solid and well-organized without any flaws. No matter how he tried to defend himself, it seemed pale and powerless. Every time he saw the memorial, Mo Jingqi couldn't help but have a headache. And these scholars and common people, in their anger at being deceived by the king and their worries about losing the Mohist Army, almost collectively forgot that there was any moral problem in Ding Wangfu announcing its separation from Da Chu.

"Come here! Pass on my order, immediately mobilize 500,000 troops to attack the traitor Mo Xiuyao!" Mo Jingqi, who was blinded by anger, roared loudly. Now he didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to kill all the Mo family soldiers and kill all the people in Dingwang Mansion to relieve his hatred.

Prime Minister Liu, who was standing in the corner, frowned at Mo Jingqi's crazy look, hesitated for a moment and advised: "Your Majesty, now the northern Rong people are eyeing the border covetously, and the border with Xiling in the southwest is not peaceful. And... Prince Ding..." Before he finished speaking, Mo Jingqi interrupted him and said: "It's the traitor Mo Xiuyao!" Prime Minister Liu nodded and said: "Mo Xiuyao sent 200,000 Mohist troops to guard Feihong Pass. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for us to... Please think twice, Your Majesty!" There are at least 400,000 Mohist troops in the northwest. Although the strength of Da Chu is several times that of the Mohist army, there are not many who can really compete with the Mohist army. If Da Chu wants to pacify the northwest, it must be aware of the whole country. But no matter how you look at it, it is obviously not worth it.

Why didn't Mo Jingqi know this truth? It was because he understood this truth that he became even more angry.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Mo Jingqi roared. He grabbed something on the table and threw it over. Prime Minister Liu was quite old, and although the flying inkstone didn't hit him, he was still startled. He glanced at Mo Jingqi, who was leaning on the table with a gloomy face, and his eyes darkened slightly, and he quickly retreated.

At Prince Ding's Mansion, Ye Li took the letter from Zhuo Jing and raised her eyebrows. The letter was sent by Tan Jizhi, and the purpose was naturally to remind Ye Li that it was time to release Shu Manlin, who had been imprisoned for a long time. Although Shen Yang and Doctor Lin had verified that the Biluo Flower brought back from Chujing was indeed real, Ye Li still detained Shu Manlin without a care before the medicine was developed. Zhuo Jing asked, "Princess, will you reply?" Ye Li folded the letter and put it back with a smile, saying, "Tell Tan Jizhi that it's not that I don't want to release her, but that Princess Anxi of Nanzhao is now a guest in Licheng. It would not be good if she knew that the Saint of Southern Xinjiang is here. Ask him to wait for a few more days. As soon as Princess Anxi leaves the northwest, I will release her immediately. Ask him to rest assured that we have not treated Shu Manlin badly in the past few months."

Zhuo Jing nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "In recent days, various forces have been secretly making trouble in the northwest, and even the palace is not at peace. Should we spread the news about the imperial seal?"

Ye Li nodded in agreement and smiled, "Otherwise, why would I see Tan Jizhi in the northwest? Spread the news about Tan Jizhi's identity and the whereabouts of the imperial seal. And... he came to the northwest to take the imperial seal and the treasure. Since he was the one who released the news, let him enjoy it now." Zhuo Jing smiled and said, "Princess, you are wise." Zhuo Jing couldn't help but feel in a good mood whenever she thought of Tan Jizhi being pursued by various forces overtly or covertly. It was indeed easy to make oneself happy when seeing others suffer misfortunes.

"Princess, there is one more thing... The sick scholar from Prince Yan's Pavilion has appeared in the northwest. He entered the city early this morning and stayed at the inn in the city." After talking about Tan Jizhi, Zhuo Jing changed the subject and talked about another matter. The sick scholar is definitely a key target of Ding Wangfu's surveillance, whether it is his personality or his hatred with Ding Wangfu. If it weren't for Ling Tiehan's face and the friendship between Ling Tiehan and Xu Qingchen, Ye Li would definitely not mind killing this person first.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him, and inform Ling Tiehan that if he dares to do something he shouldn't do in Licheng, don't blame me for not giving face to the Lord of Yanwang Pavilion." Zhuo Jing responded and withdrew. Ye Li frowned and thought that it had been more than half a month since the Biluo Flower was brought back from Chujing. Shen Yang and Doctor Lin stayed indoors every day to study, and it was unknown when they would be able to take over. Although she could not see anything wrong with Mo Xiuyao, Ye Li still knew that with such a toxic toxin and old injuries in his body, Mo Xiuyao would definitely not feel very comfortable. After thinking about it, Ye Li got up and walked towards the courtyard where Shen Yang and Doctor Lin lived.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Shen Yang and Doctor Lin arguing back and forth. Shen Yang usually behaved like a famous scholar. Even if he was a little sharp-tongued, he rarely argued with others so rudely. Doctor Lin had a strange personality, but after knowing him for a few months, Ye Li had never seen him so close to rolling up his sleeves and fighting with others. Stepping into the courtyard, Ye Li smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, Master, what's wrong with you two?" Shen Yang snorted lightly and said proudly with his chin held low, "This miracle doctor will not be on the same level as a country bumpkin." Doctor Lin was also very rude, looking at him with disdain, "It's the country bumpkin who doesn't want to be on the same level as you. You are so rigid and you dare to call yourself a miracle doctor? You must have killed many people over the years, right?"

Shen Yang immediately got furious, jumped up and shouted angrily: "Old Lin! Don't take advantage of your age and think I don't dare to beat you?! How dare you slander my medical ethics!" Doctor Lin sneered, "I'm not afraid of you? Did you feel good when you had diarrhea yesterday?"

Ye Li couldn't help but cover her face and groan. As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain. Obviously, this courtyard can't accommodate two miracle doctors. At the beginning, the two of them were chatting and wished they had known each other for a long time. How come they have reached the point of drugging each other in just a few months? He quickly grabbed the two people who were about to fight, "Mr. Shen, be graceful. Master... calm down, calm down, and talk it over." Doctor Lin snorted lightly, glanced at Shen Yang and said, "For the sake of Princess Ding, I won't bother with you." Shen Yang snorted louder than him, waved his hand to stroke his sleeves, restored his gentlemanly demeanor and asked, "How did the princess have time to come here?" Ye Li was speechless. If I didn't come again, would you kill each other?

In fact, Ye Li was totally overthinking. These two had been having disagreements recently, and the servants in the yard were used to it. When they saw them quarreling, they would immediately hide away to avoid getting hurt. Even so, no one killed the other.

The three of them sat down. Shen Yang looked at Ye Li and said, "I understand why the princess came." Ye Li nodded and smiled, "Then I guess Mr. Shen and Master have made some progress?" Shen Yang and Doctor Lin looked at each other and talked to each other. The reason why they quarreled every day was because they had made some progress but they could not agree on their opinions, and neither of them could convince the other. The ancient recipe of the blue sky flower has been lost for nearly a thousand years, and the recipe is extremely complicated. Many parts of it are also written in a specious way. If there is any mistake in one place, the consequences will be unimaginable. After listening to Shen Yang's words, Ye Li was silent for a moment. She also understood that everything is not so easy to solve. Not to mention an ancient recipe that has been lost for a thousand years. But the blue sky flower is not a medicinal material that can be found everywhere, and it is not allowed to try the medicine at all.

"What do Mr. Shen and Master think?" Ye Li asked, hiding the flash of disappointment in her heart.

Shen Yang looked at Ye Li with admiration and said, "A more conservative method is to use the blue sky flower as medicine to prepare a medicine that can temporarily suppress the fire and cold poisons in the prince's body, and keep the prince safe for several years." Ye Li shook her head and rejected Shen Yang's method. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the days ahead will not be peaceful. Once Mo Xiuyao's body has any problems, it would be better to let the Mo family army and the people of Dingwang Mansion die now. Besides, where can we find a second blue sky flower in this world? After thinking for a long time, Ye Li said, "The prince is in good health for the time being, please continue your research." In fact, the two of them were also not optimistic about the conservative treatment, but they really didn't dare to joke with Mo Xiuyao's life. Hearing Ye Li say this, they naturally agreed.

After leaving Shen Yang's courtyard, Ye Li felt a little depressed. While walking in the corridor, Ye Li suddenly paused and said in a deep voice: "Qin Feng, go and invite the sick scholar over. I want to see him."

"Yes, I obey your command."

The sick scholar is the best in the world in poison techniques, but his martial arts skills are not that good due to his physical condition. Since Qin Feng knows his peculiarities and weaknesses, it is not difficult for Qilin to invite someone to be his guest.

"Third Pavilion Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" Ye Li led people into the flower hall, smiling at the young man with a sallow face and a sinister look sitting in the flower hall. The sick scholar turned around after hearing the words, narrowed his eyes and stared at the elegant and graceful woman in green with a malicious light in his eyes, "Ahem... Princess Ding? It's been a long time since I last saw you. What? Mo Xiuyao is not dead yet?" Ye Li was not angry, and smiled and said, "Thank you for thinking about me, Third Pavilion Master. The prince is fine. Otherwise, why would you work so hard to run from Xiling to Licheng?" The sick scholar stared at her coldly and said, "Is the Blue Sky Flower in your hands?" In the past, he and the people sent by Ye Li had fought hard for the whereabouts of the Blue Sky Flower, but he didn't expect that the thing would fall into Ye Li's hands first. Ye Li lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Did Mo Jingqi or Tan Jizhi tell you?"

The sick scholar raised his eyebrows, and Ye Li smiled faintly, "When Feng San came back from the capital, he told me that he was chased by people suspected to be from Prince Yan's Pavilion. I guessed that I would meet the Third Pavilion Master soon. However..." Ye Li changed the subject, and her calm eyes were also stained with a hint of coldness, "The Third Pavilion Master dared to take the risk to enter my Li City alone. Does he not take me and Prince Ding's Mansion seriously, or does he think that I dare not touch you for the sake of the Ling Pavilion Master?"

When Ling Tiehan was mentioned, the sick scholar's face was not good. He sneered, "This young master does not need you to save face for my elder brother! Princess Ding invited this young master here, didn't she want to ask me for something? I heard that the genius doctor Shen Yang lives in Prince Ding's mansion all year round. Has he researched the recipe of the blue sky flower?" Ye Li raised a very faint smile on her lips, nodded and admitted, "The third pavilion master is right, this concubine did invite the third pavilion master here for the recipe of the blue sky flower." The sick scholar squeezed a vicious smile on his sinister face, "Don't even think about it. Don't dream of me saving Mo Xiuyao. When this young master cultivates the blue sky and the yellow spring, I will ask Mo Xiuyao to try it!"

Ye Li sat in the chair and looked at him calmly, without even a trace of emotion in her eyes. The sick scholar looked at Ye Li strangely and asked, "You are such a strange woman, are you really Mo Xiuyao's woman?"

Ye Li raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him in confusion. The sick scholar looked at Ye Li for a long time and asked, "Without the ancient recipe of the Blue Sky Flower, Mo Xiuyao will definitely die. Aren't you worried at all? You are not angry when you hear me say this? Ah... I remember that you also heard me say this in Southern Xinjiang. At that time, there was not even a trace left. I am afraid that Mo Xiuyao himself is not as patient as you." Hearing this, Ye Li smiled bitterly in her heart. How could she be patient? She was pretending to be patient. In fact, she wanted to give the person in front of her a good beating. Unfortunately, she couldn't!

The sick scholar looked Ye Li up and down, and after a while he suddenly smiled and said, "I got it. If you really want to save Mo Xiuyao, it's not impossible. You should follow me in the future. If you follow me, I can be generous and spare Mo Xiuyao's life." Ye Li blinked and asked calmly, "Follow you? What does the Third Pavilion Master want me to do with you?" The sick scholar looked at her with disdain and sneered, "You don't think that I am interested in you, do you? With your status, it's not bad to be a tea-serving maid for me. What do you think?"

Qin Feng, who was standing behind Ye Li, had already changed his expression and was about to take a step forward to attack. Ye Li raised her hand to stop him, and calmly looked at the sick scholar and said, "Third Pavilion Master, I have a bad habit. If I am unhappy, I will definitely make others even more unhappy than me. So... if my husband dies..." The sick scholar laughed contemptuously, "Princess, you are not trying to say that you want to kill my wife, right? I am very sorry, I have not married yet." Ye Li smiled indifferently, and continued the interrupted words, "I want to kill the whole family of others. Not to mention your relatives, even if it is someone you know, I can kill them all."

"What a boast!" The sick scholar's eyes twitched slightly, and he said coldly. Does this woman think that the Yanwang Pavilion is known as the world's number one killer organization, and even the Xiling royal family is not taken seriously. Is she able to move it at will? Or does she think that the third pavilion master of the Yanwang Pavilion is an inexperienced child and can achieve her goal by just threatening him with a few words? Ye Li smiled and said, "Even if the Third Pavilion Master doubts my ability, he shouldn't doubt the ability of Black Cloud Cavalry and Qilin. Or has the Third Pavilion Master decided to fight against the Ding Wang Mansion for so many years, but he hasn't even figured out the strength of his opponent? I don't understand what deep hatred the Third Pavilion Master has with our prince that made you take such a desperate gamble? Let's not talk about other things. Without the Blue Sky Flower, how can you take revenge on your current body that may die at any time? I see that the Third Pavilion Master's complexion and body seem to be much worse than when he was in Southern Xinjiang. I don't know whether our prince will be poisoned first or the Third Pavilion Master will die first?"

The sick scholar stared at Ye Li with a twisted and resentful look. He had been unlucky since childhood, which made his personality twisted and vindictive. He didn't have any deep hatred with Mo Xiuyao, but he could be ranked in the top three in the world who loved Mo Xiuyao the most. It was because Mo Xiuyao destroyed most of his martial arts with a palm strike, which damaged his heart and caused him to have serious internal injuries. Since then, his martial arts have not improved at all, and his body has become sickly. But in the final analysis, it was Yan Wangge who came to assassinate Mo Xiuyao first, which led to this result. However, the sick scholar hated Mo Xiuyao from then on, and hated him to the bone, and he would never stop until his death. It was just as unreasonable as Han Mingyue falling in love with Su Zuidie.

After a while, the sick scholar suddenly laughed, and stopped laughing after a long while. He raised his chin and said to Ye Li, "Princess Ding, what you said is nonsense. Even if I die, I will drag Mo Xiuyao to be buried with me. As for the ancient recipe of the Azure Flower, don't bother with it. No one in the world can decipher it. If you accidentally mix the life-saving antidote into a deadly poison, don't blame me for not reminding you." Ye Li looked at him quietly for a while, and slowly laughed, "In that case, the Third Pavilion Master will stay in the Ding Palace for the time being. You might as well see whether the prince lives longer or you live longer. Even if there is no antidote, as long as the prince lives one day, he can call the shots, while you... have to lie in bed for half a year, and besides being able to stir up some useless poisons, you are just a useless waste hiding under the protection of the Lord of Ling Pavilion. "Ye Li's voice was soft and slow, and even her face was smiling gently and demurely, but the words that came out of her mouth were like sharp blades that pierced the heart and lungs of the sick scholar without hesitation.

The sick scholar suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Ye Li with an indescribable horror and twisted look. He stood up suddenly and rushed towards Ye Li, "You bastard! You are talking nonsense!"

However, he didn't even have the chance to touch Ye Li. A sharp palm wind knocked him sideways and threw him into a chair. Before he could recover, a cold and murderous voice came from the door, "Sick scholar? I see you don't want to be a sick scholar, you want to be a dead scholar!"

The tall and straight man who appeared at the door was wearing a crimson-purple brocade robe with cloud patterns on the edges. His snow-white hair was casually tied up. He inadvertently revealed an aura and majesty that was above all others. Who else could it be but Mo Xiuyao?

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Mini-theater: Xiaobao's Growth

Mo Xiaobao could call "Mom" when he was nine months old.

When Mo Xiaobao was one year old, he could clearly call me uncle.

When Mo Xiaobao was one and a half years old, he could clearly distinguish his eldest uncle to his fifth uncle, his great uncles, his grandmother, and his great-grandfather, and felt no pressure.

Prince Ding was furious when Mo Xiaobao, a two-year-old student, still didn't call him dad.

"Call me daddy." Prince Ding hooked Mo Xiaobao's collar with one hand.

Mo Xiaobao blinked and asked, "What on earth can I eat, Dad?"

"Call me father." Prince Ding waved his hand.

Mo Xiaobao was hanging in the air, smacking his lips. Can his father eat it?

"You really won't scream?" Prince Ding narrowed his eyes and lifted the little bun to his chest to threaten him.

Mo Xiaobao held his breath and his face turned red.

"call out--"

Prince Ding's gorgeous royal robes were immediately soaked...

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