Li Konger shrank her neck, wishing Qiu Jing and others would become blind, forgetting her existence.

——This is obviously a luxury.

Qiu Jing quickly came to her senses, her expression was extremely ugly, and her breath was stagnant.

Her eyes looked very much like Qiu Si, which made Li Konger even more frightened.

"Take her back." Qiu Jing ordered his subordinates.

Li Konger jumped up in horror. Before she could escape, she was hit by an invisible energy and fell to the ground with her feet softened.

"I didn't do these things, General Cheng helps me." Li Konger hurriedly asked Cheng Jingchuan for help. Even if she was dragged away, her figure and face looked very beautiful.

If Cheng Jingchuan didn't hear it, Li Konger gritted his teeth and turned to mourn, "Master Meng, I know a secret. It was a plan left by Mr. Qiu. It has something to do with you and Doctor Mo, and what I said is true..."

One sentence drew everyone's attention.

Qiu Jing frowned slightly, and a strange look appeared in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes.

"It's about the secret, I can only tell the national teacher one person." Li Konger struggled and shouted.

Meng Qi refused to comment, and seemed to have no intention of listening, and did not care that Li Konger called him and everyone knew it.

Qiu Jing suddenly realized something, but others didn't know and showed vigilant eyes.

Li Kong'er stared at Meng Qi tightly, as if she was sure that Meng Qi would save her because of this secret, because she couldn't stand it.

——She must not be taken away by Feng Xingge. On the one hand, she knew Qiu Si’s true attitude towards Qiu Jing, and she could only use the appearance of family affection. Now this appearance has been ruthlessly exposed. As Qiu Si’s subordinate, she would never get good fruit from Qiu Jing. On the other hand, Kongkongmen is notorious in the world, and many things she did not do were considered under the name of "the thief Li Konger". Even if Qiu Jing generously did not make things difficult for her, she could gain a good reputation for Feng Xingge, but Li Konger could not return the stolen things at all, and would probably be killed by the smuggling master to vent his anger.

In order to maintain the reputation of "the thief", what is worthy of "Li Konger" to take action is either a priceless treasure or a famous hero's personal belonging in the world.

Li Konger's master once stole the sword of the ancestor. The sword was worthless, but this behavior was no different from slapping people in the face. This made the sect furious and wanted to eat the thief alive, because he lost his ancestor's things and became a laughing stock and almost lost the face to walk in the world.

"It's...Mr. Qiu discovered it, about the relationship between Master Meng and Doctor Mo......"

Li Konger's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last two words were almost spit out in a qi sound.

Cheng Jingchuan's men didn't hear it clearly at all.

The people in Fengxing Pavilion were very calm. They were all Qiu Jing's confidants. They had known what Li Konger said long ago. Although they were not completely sure, everyone was not blind. After having been in contact with Yuzhou for a long time, who had no guesses in his mind?

Li Konger secretly looked at everyone's reaction, but only Cheng Jingchuan's people showed her expected reaction, while the others seemed to suddenly become deaf and stupid, neither having ears nor turning.

As for Cheng Jingchuan... Why does Cheng Jingchuan seem to be disappointed?

Li Konger was puzzled, and then she looked at Meng Qiyang in horror, without even looking at herself.

"etc!"

Li Konger struggled and shouted, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

Qiu Jing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, nodded to his subordinates with praise, and covered him well!

"Thank you, General Cheng." Qiu Jing made a polite statement casually.

Although Cheng Jingchuan did not argue for interrogating Li Konger's rights in order to avoid suspicion, indicating that he was unaware of the conspiracy of the collapse of the city wall, Ning Tai had such a serious incident and Cheng Jingchuan was under great pressure. Li Konger could at least be a scapegoat and evade those powerful and noble aristocratic families.

Qiu Jing was in charge of this favor, and then there were intermittent shouts coming from afar. She looked at her from a distance and saw that there were several people from the Jianghu gang who wanted to see Qiu Jing and were forcibly stopped.

"Prince Qiu Pavilion first asked." Cheng Jingchuan waved his hand.

“…goodbye.”

Qiu Jing swallowed what she wanted to say and simply turned around and left.

There are too many things to discuss, how to stabilize the situation and strengthen Ningtai's protection, how to deal with the Heavenly Sect King, etc., but this is not a good place to talk, and they don't have time to discuss slowly, the building will collapse, and the crisis is imminent.

Perhaps in a month, or tomorrow, the army of the King of Heaven will invade Jingzhou.

King Jing had been assassinated, and now he was scared to death and ordered the army to defend the city to the death. Those people who did not live in the city would be exposed to the horses of the counter-armed army without any cover.

Fengxing Pavilion must resolve and integrate internal differences as quickly as possible, and then quickly go to Jingzhou to help their control of the contact network retreat, contact the sects of the Jianghu that support Jingzhou, and do their part to block the army of the Heavenly Sect.

And the time left for Cheng Jingchuan is less than that for Qiu Jing.

The troops that were originally gathered to attack Jingzhou and even fight far away in Jiangbei were about to fight to defend their homeland in a blink of an eye. The sudden psychological gap was that even an unknown soldier could not adapt to it, and he was about to fight in a daze, and he might die in a daze.

The collapse of the city wall is a guide, and King Jing’s defeat will be the last straw that bends the camel.

Once Jingzhou falls, morale will plummet, and all the people from the aristocratic races to the people want to flee without fighting. Even Cheng Jingchuan, who was born in a general and was familiar with military tactics, could not defeat the Heavenly Scholar King with his soldiers full of thoughts of running away.

It can be said that how long Jingzhou can withstand the rebel army indirectly determines the fate of Ningtai and even the entire Jiangnan.

Now that the fog is no longer there, many people can clearly see the situation, but... it is because they see clearly that this is a bad thing.

King Ning passed away and Qiu Si disappeared. All the forces were ready to move, but Ning Tai did not completely get into chaos. Thanks to everyone's inability to see clearly what was going on, so they simply stopped moving. Now this only procrastination advantage has also been lost.

Qianjun hit him with heavy responsibility, and Cheng Jingchuan could taste the bloody smell in his mouth. This was caused by biting his teeth too hard when he curled his anger.

Cleaning up the ruins, repairing the city walls, and calming the people's hearts... Cheng Jingchuan issued orders one by one, and the pace of leaving in the end was even more urgent than Qiu Jing. He had to reach an alliance with the King of Wu before the Battle of Jingzhou. With foreign aid, those timid and powerful people who were as timid as rats could barely calm down. With the support of the King of Wu, they could better prevent these people from leaving Ningtai and escaping Qiantang County.

In a blink of an eye, a piece of wall was cleared near the city wall.

The injured people were also carried out one after another, and their incomplete limbs were shocking.

Meng Qi didn't go far, but saw the ink carp in the crowd.

"Not dead, he is not dead yet!"

The person who was originally lying on the ground was choking and coughing hard, as if he was blocked by greystone, his face could hardly be clearly visible, and he held the ground with both hands, as if he thought he was still trapped under the ruins, struggling desperately.

"Doctor, please see my child..."

A woman with blood-stained hands and dusty face grabbed Mo Li's arm and begged repeatedly.

However, the child in her arms was bleeding and her neck was tilted to one side, and she no longer had any breath.

"Please!"

The woman saw Mo Li rescue the man who had just been dug out from the ruins, and couldn't help but have hope. Perhaps her child was blocked by sand and gravel. She didn't dare to slap her hard, and tears rushed out of two ravines on her face covered with dust.

She opened her mouth in pain and gasped in a hurry. The blood on her fingers dyed Mo Li's clothes spots.

But Mo Li couldn't stop the movement in her hand to comfort her, because there was another injured person in front of him, his arm was broken, and the sharp bone section pierced through the muscles and skin, exposed to the outside, blood flowed out, and the injured person fainted. If the wound was not treated as soon as possible for a few hours, he would die due to suppuration and the high fever did not subside.

Some people helped the woman, while more people wanted to squeeze her away and gain vitality for themselves and their injured relatives.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Li hurriedly turned around and moved out a blank space. The woman holding the child's body did not fall to the ground.

Meng Qi was just here, and before he could see him move, everyone felt a sense of resistance arising out of thin air and could not move their legs.

"Your injuries are not serious. Go to the pharmacy three streets away for the doctor to see."

Mo Li seized this opportunity and quickly took the pulse to diagnose and treat it one by one.

Some people have shed a lot of blood, which looks scary, but in fact they will not endanger their lives.

The danger is that those internal organs are damaged. Now it looks fine, but they are a little painful and uncomfortable, but they are even lost in a day.

Even though they were diagnosed, the injured were still wandering around Mo Li and unwilling to leave because they had to spend money to find a doctor in the pharmacy.

"There are no herbs here, and there is no prescription for paper and pen." Meng Qi reminded quietly. After hearing this, everyone dispersed and rushed to the medicine shop, worried that the herbs would be insufficient and all of them would be captured by others.

Some people were still sitting dumbly, the house had become ruins, unable to dig, and had no money on them.

There were crying sounds everywhere. The dead did not suffer much pain, and the suffering was the people who were still alive.

Meng Qi didn't say a word to Mo Li, and in a trance seemed to return to Yongzhou, where they had just met for the first time. In a wild party, there were refugees gathered there, almost everyone was in pain, and the house was filled with people, and they were busy in and out.

The conditions are much worse now, there is no roof with wind shelter, no stoves and hot water, and it is covered in dust everywhere.

The people at that time were different from those now. The Yeji refugees had almost nothing, but they still had hope in their eyes, wearing shabby clothes, and talking about trivial matters. However, the people here suddenly lost everything. They were more confused than grief, hoping that this was just a nightmare that had not woken up.

Fortunately, Qiu Jing and Cheng Jingchuan did not forget to send people here. After about a quarter of an hour, the surroundings gradually changed from chaos to orderly. A large pot was set up on the clearing open space, and the damaged furniture he picked up was burned as firewood.

The patrol yamen brought several doctors, who were the military doctors in the tent and were very good at treating external trauma.

Mo Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and saw the woman sitting on the side of the road holding the child's body, humming a song with a silly smile.

She didn't respond to anything around her, even when Mo Li gently opened her hand and cleaned and bandaged her scarred fingers.

"Baoer, have you seen my Baoer?" The woman looked dull and smiled in a daze, her eyes not resting on the body of the child who was caught by Meng Qi.

She couldn't feel the pain, and staggered to stand up, walked forward with a smile, and when she saw everyone, she would stop her and ask if she had seen her child.

No one answered, but instead caused a lot of sadness.

——Not for the pain of strangers, but for thinking about yourself.

Such a thing is just the beginning and is far from over.

***

Taijing, Beizhen Fushiyamen.

"What?" Gong Jun, the commander of the Jinyiwei, stood up suddenly, with an ugly expression.

The tiger-patterned cat, which was originally lying on his knee, jumped up and screamed in dissatisfaction.

This beloved raccoon slave of Emperor Yongchen always "harassed" when the commander of the palace was on duty. The people in the Beizhen Fushi are no longer surprised. They don't make trouble anyway. They just like to lie on the roof, lie on the commander's shoulders, knees, and head... Strangely, they never pay attention to others.

The weather has been too hot recently, and the raccoons have not even gone out, and there are at least ice basins in the house.

And somehow, the Jinyiwei Zhaozhu is the coolest in Taijing Imperial City, with a gust of cold wind, and there are often haunted sayings.
To be continued...