The bright moon dominated the world during the Qin Dynasty

The lotus trees stand tall and fragrant.

In front of a pool of clear water, Zhao Shuang was fishing with a bamboo pole.

The Mohist disciples stood nearby and stood respectfully. They could only hear the constant noise outside the courtyard.

A large number of Korean soldiers surrounded the mansion. Ji Wuye took Liu Yi in the lead and walked from outside to the waterside pavilion.

The disciples of the Mo family did not stop him. Ji Wuye looked at the fishing boy in front of him.

"Are you the new commander-in-chief of the Mo family?"

"General Ji Wuye is an important minister of South Korea. Why would he want to come here to see me, a commoner?"

"Stop pretending!"

"What does the general want?"

The boy in front of him was dressed in cloth and wearing a mask. Ji Wuye placed the eight-foot sword on his shoulder.

"Jade-faced Feilong, if you know what's going on, take your people and get out of Xinzheng, otherwise you won't be blamed for being rude. I'm afraid you won't even be able to leave without standing upright today!"

Zhao Shuang smiled calmly, but the bamboo pole in his hand did not move at all.

"When the Mohists practice justice, why should they fear life and death? General, does he know what the consequences will be if he kills my disciples of the Mohists?"

Ji Wuye's breath was unstable and his face became even more ugly.

"Boy, are you threatening me?"

The Mohist family valued honesty and uprightness. When Mozi was in the Song Dynasty, he went to the Chu Palace in person and defeated Chu's powerful army with one person's power, which was admired by the world. After that, he visited Chu State several times, and the King of Chu repeatedly offered him offers and granted him lands, but Mozi declined them all.

While Mozi was alive, there were countless Mozi disciples in the world.

Later he arrived at Meng Sheng.

Before Wu Qi's death, he planned to seduce more than 70 noble families in Chu who opposed the reform, and Meng Sheng's good friend Yangcheng Jun was also among them.

Meng Sheng acted righteously, and on the day of his death, more than 180 people died, almost all of whom were dead in the world.

These two stark examples echoed in Ji Wuye's mind, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his hands.

There are still tons of people who don't love money and aren't afraid of death, and Ji Wuye can't afford to offend them.

Ji Wuye organized the night and did all kinds of bad things, but in the end it was still for money, power and beauty.

Although it is said that after Meng Sheng's death, the Mohist family declined. Even among today's Mohist disciples, not all disciples are necessarily like the original Mohist disciples.

After all, who doesn’t love money?

But what if?

What if this kid in front of me is?

What if this guy's subordinates are?

What if he doesn't dodge if he swings his sword?

What awaits Ji Wuye is an endless pursuit, which is enough to make him restless.

Ji Wuye didn't dare to gamble, put away the eight-foot sword in his hand, and laughed loudly.

"As expected of the leader of the Mo family, so brave!"

Liu Yi stood aside, watching Ji Wuye change from a menacing to what he is now. His heart was frightened, and he glanced around, his whole body was cold and cold.

What about the furniture and utensils that I spent a lot of money on?

Why are there none?

Ji Wuye had nothing to do with this kid and sat on the ground.

"The Mo family has always been most active in the land of Yanzhao, but why are they coming to South Korea now?"

"For one person!"

"who?"

"Tianze, the deposed prince of Baiyue!"

Ji Wuye's expression was extremely ugly, and his eyes were wide open and shining with luster.

The boy in front of him was so outspoken. There were only two possibilities. Either he was honest and aboveboard in his work, or he simply didn't take Ji Wuye as a general in his eyes.

Ji Wuye's expression changed, and then he laughed.

"The Commander-in-Chief is really interesting. What are you doing with a dead man?"

"General Ji is a smart man, so he naturally knows why I want to find a dead man."

Ji Wuye stood up and raised the eight-foot sword in his hand again.

"Jade-faced Feilong, don't bully others too much. If you piss me off, I'll kill every one of the Mo family members you see!"

"General wants to kill me?"

Zhao Shuang smiled, feeling the killing intent behind him. If Ji Wuye was just making false threats just now, then this time he really had murderous intentions.

"So what?"

"I bet the general can't swing this sword!"

The wages of avarice is death. Ji Wuye had a sneer on his face, and his killing intent became even more intense.

"Boy, if you really want to die, don't blame me."

Just when Ji Wuye raised his hand and was about to wave it down, a high-pitched voice suddenly came from his ears.

"General Ji, no!"

A chamberlain hurried over and ran to Ji Wuye's side, out of breath.

"General Ji, whatever you are doing is for our own people, don't hurt your harmony."

"what are you doing here?"

Ji Wuye was a little strange, why did the servant in the Han Palace come here?

"The king has an order to meet this gentleman from the Mo family."

At this moment, Zhao Shuang moved the fishing rod lightly in his hand, and a fat fish was caught from the pool.

Zhao Shuang carried the fish, passed Ji Wuye, and walked to the side of the Mohist disciple.

"Make this fish into soup and I'll come back to eat it tonight."

"promise!"

Ji Wuye looked at the commander in front of him who was minding his own business and walked away, and made a judgment in his mind.

This kid is not aboveboard, but he doesn't take him seriously at all.

Mingzhu looked at the information coming from her subordinates and couldn't help but smile.

"Ji Wuye suffered a loss at the hands of that jade-faced flying dragon and lost a lot of face."

Bai Yifei sat far away, looking at the military information documents placed on the table, and asked softly.

"So what happens now?"

"The leader of the Mo family was invited to the palace by the old King Han."

Bai Yifei stopped moving his hands, and there was a trace of confusion on his face.

Mingzhu was lying on the brocade couch and noticed Bai Yifei's expression.

"There have always been many lobbyists from hundreds of schools of thought who have been called into the palace of the King of Han, but why don't you look like this?"

Bai Yifei shook his head, with an uneasy expression on his face.

"If this leader of the Mo family is really related to Zhao Shuang, then his appearance is definitely not simple. Step by step, I am afraid it will bring unknown dangers."

Mingzhu smiled, dressed in black gauze, extremely charming.

"Cousin, you are thinking too much."

"South Korea's position is here, and so is its national strength. In the past, Shen Buhui could only do all the countries not to harm each other. Even if this jade-faced flying dragon is related to Zhao Shuang, is there any way to strengthen South Korea? To govern the nations and cultivate virtue within the country?"

Mingzhu stood up from the couch, holding a glass of wine in her hand. The wine was as red as blood, but she drank it slightly, with a playful smile on her face.

"South Korea's hegemony has reached its peak as early as two decades ago when Zheng was destroyed. What's left can only be gradually eroded by other countries. Instead of letting it eventually be destroyed in the hands of other countries, it is better for us to squeeze out the last bit of its value. ."

Bai Yifei looked at Mingzhu and smiled, seeming to be laughing at her innocence.

"Why are we the only ones who know this? We are definitely not the only ones who want to drain South Korea."

"I have only seen people who can take the first move on Tianyuan and win in the end on the chessboard. However, how can someone who knows this and still dares to take this move on Tianyuan be so simple and easy to deal with?"

Mingzhu shook the cup in her hand, and the smile on her face became even wider.

"So, I really want to see how handsome this jade-faced flying dragon looks like under its dragon gauze mask?"