The white fox fur coat was placed on the windowsill by Yu Xiaoxiao. Jing Mo took a look at the coat and wiped it on the ground. The snow was blown by the wind and melted on his face in an instant. Jing Mo wiped his face and turned away from the window. In fact, love between men and women is really not suitable for him.
It snowed all night. In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Zhuojun, who was still having breakfast in his room, was called to Li Luo's room by the boss.
"Qinghui?" Jiang Zhuojun's heart sank when he walked into the room and saw Gu Xinglang sitting there.
Gu Xinglang nodded to Jiang Zhuojun. Seeing that everyone who should have arrived was there, Gu Shao did not say anything and opened the black cloth bag on the coffee table beside him.
Jiang Zhuojun had already sat down, but when he saw the head in the cloth bag, he stood up again.
After seeing the face of the head clearly, Li Luo's face instantly turned pale.
Jing Mo had never met Qiao Rong, but judging from Jiang Zhuojun and Li Luo's reactions, he could guess who the deceased was and whispered, "Is he Qiao Rong?"
Gu Xinglang nodded and said, "Mo Wen stopped me on the official road last night and told me not to go to the Southwest Camp again. It was he who placed General Qiao's head on the official road."
After listening to Gu Xinglang's words, Li Luo muttered to himself: "I'm afraid all the troops in the Southwest Camp are gone."
Jiang Zhuojun staggered to the coffee table and stared at Qiao Rong's head in a daze.
Qiao Rong had been dead for several days, but in the cold winter, his head had not yet rotted. It only emitted a slight stench. Everyone present had been on the battlefield and among the dead, so the smell was not unbearable for them.
Gu Xinglang said to Jiang Zhuojun: "Xiao Wei and I have seen the wound on General Qiao's broken neck. General Qiao's neck was cut by a knife, and he was not tortured."
Jiang Zhuojun raised his hand and touched the long scar on Qiao Rong's face, and whispered, "I joined the army when I was nine years old. I didn't know anything at that time, and I caused a lot of trouble for my uncles in the army. The knife on Uncle Qiao's face was taken for me."
Li Luo half-lying and half-sitting on the bed and sighed softly.
Jing Mo and Gu Xinglang couldn't possibly know about the past between Jiang Zhuojun and Qiao Rong, but looking at Jiang Zhuojun's expression, neither of them said anything.
"I originally thought that Uncle Qiao and his men had escaped this disaster, but I didn't expect that, ha." Jiang Zhuojun didn't smile, but he laughed and said, "Is this fate?"
Jiang Zhuojun was actually complaining about Li Luo. In order to become the emperor, so many people died. Is this destiny?
Jing Mo listened to Jiang Zhuojun talking, his eyes were fixed on Li Luo. Seeing that Li Luo just looked guilty and had no other reaction, Jing Mo looked down at his hand on the armrest. This Li Luo was either really as tolerant as he could be to Jiang Zhuojun, or else, this man was a person with deep thoughts and could not be a close friend.
Gu Xinglang then asked Jiang Zhuojun, "General Qiao's family is staying with him in the Southwest Camp?"
Jiang Zhuojun was stunned for a moment, then looked a little flustered and said, "The Qiao Mansion is in Chiyang City, I..."
Jing Mo leaned forward and patted Jiang Zhuojun's hand, and said to Gu Xinglang: "Qinghui, please take a moment to go to the Qiao Mansion. If no one in the Qiao Mansion was killed, you must bring General Qiao's family back."
Gu Xinglang nodded, stood up and walked out of the house.
Jiang Zhuojun was about to follow Gu Xinglang, but was stopped by Jing Mo, "Let go!" This was the first time in these days that Jiang Zhuojun showed anger in front of Jing Mo.
Gu Xinglang heard that Jiang Zhuojun's tone was wrong, so he stopped and looked back.
Jing Mo said, "Qinghui, you go."
Gu Xinglang glanced at Jiang Zhuojun, who was being held tightly by Jing Mo and unable to move forward, and walked away without saying a word.
"You," Jiang Zhuojun wanted to shake off Jing Mo's hand, but he was a martial artist, and so was Jing Mo. Not only did this fail to shake off Jing Mo's hand, but it made Jing Mo increase the strength of his hand.
"Calm down," Jing Mo advised Jiang Zhuojun, "Qinghui went to save people, what else are you worried about?"
Li Luo couldn't lie in bed anymore. He tried to get out of bed, but his legs were weak and he fell to the ground as soon as he stood on the ground.
Jing Mo and Jiang Zhuojun saw Li Luo fall to the ground and didn't bother to pull him back. Jing Mo let go of his hand, while Jiang Zhuojun ran to the bed in a few steps and reached out to help Li Luo up.
Li Luo half-knelt on the ground, waved at Jiang Zhuojun, and without waiting for Jiang Zhuojun's response, he crawled on his knees towards the coffee table where Qiao Rong's head was placed.
Jiang Zhuojun's hands froze in mid-air, and he looked at Li Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, in a daze.
Jing Mo looked at Li Luo, narrowed his eyes, and stepped aside.
Li Luo came to the coffee table, knelt on the ground, his eyes were level with the coffee table, and took a look at Qiao Rong's head. Qiao Rong's eyes were originally wide open, but Gu Xinglang closed them. However, Gu Xinglang could not calm the angry and unwilling expression on Qiao Rong's face. Li Luo choked and knocked his head to the ground.
Jiang Zhuojun came to his senses and walked to Li Luo's side. At this time, Li Luo had already kowtowed to Qiao Rong solemnly and was raising his hand to close Qiao Rong's angry mouth.
Jiang Zhuojun wanted to help Li Luo up.
"I harmed him," Li Luo did not use Jiang Zhuojun's strength to stand up, and whispered: "I harmed you too."
Jiang Zhuojun used both arms to lift Li Luo up from the ground.
Jing Mo then said, "Zhuo Jun, please help the Fourth Prince to lie down on the bed."
Jiang Zhuojun carried Li Luo to the bed and covered him with the quilt again. Li Luo's eyes were red, but there was no trace of tears in Jiang Zhuojun's eyes.
Jing Mo stood in front of the bed and asked Li Luo, "Does the Fourth Prince want to try again?"
Li Luo looked at Jing Mo.
Jing Mo's expression was very calm, as if he was just waiting for a very ordinary answer.
Jiang Zhuojun pursed his lips tightly. It seemed that he had become even colder overnight, and there was no warmth in his body.
"Of course I will fight," Li Luo looked at Jing Mo and said, "I have killed so many people. If I accept my fate now, how can I face them in the underworld? I won't accept this!"
Jing Mo nodded. He just listened to the previous words, but he was unwilling to accept this sentence. Jing Mo took it to heart. He liked frank people.
"Zhuojun," Li Luo called Jiang Zhuojun.
Jiang Zhuojun responded, "I'm here."
"If I fail," Li Luo said, "you will follow Princess Linglong to Fengtian, and never return to Suzaku in this life."
Jiang Zhuojun was stunned.
Li Luo looked at Jing Mo again and said, "When that time comes, I'll still need your help, Jing Mo."
Jing Mo said: "Help save Zhuo Jun's life?"
"Yes," Li Luo said without hesitation.
Jing Mo sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and whispered: "It's too early to talk about the aftermath now. The troops in the southwest camp no longer exist. Let's think about what we should do in this situation."
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