Mu Fan sat on the bed, lying on the desk, holding a letter in his hand.
He had just finished reading the letter, which wrote the results of spreading the news: not only Dongze got the news, but even Beihua and Xijiang also got the news.
Corruption is portrayed even more heinously as a result of the distortion in the transmission process.
Mu Fan put the letter on his right hand and said in his heart: "The more chaotic the spread, the better, it is best for people and gods to be angry!"
” The doors and windows of the house were all opened by him, this is the Mu family's stronghold, so there is no need to worry about security.
The wind came in from one side, lifted the letter on the table, and wrinkled the gauze tent on the bed.
Mu Fan pressed the letter with a book and opened the second one.
After reading it twice, he smiled with great satisfaction.
The people of Baili Mountain were in place one after another, carrying countless new weapons, muskets and gunpowder.
They instilled the concept of Baili Mountain everywhere, so that those people knew that they did not have to be slaughtered forever, and only by showing their strength could those who made decisions no longer gain an inch.
Mu Fan knew that it was not yet the right time, he did it a little early, but the troubled times have been for a long time, and the chaos has been weakening the power of the human race for thousands of years, and the demon clan in the north is eyeing it, and the Great Brahma may still be alive.
Even if it fails this time, it is still an attempt.
You have to learn to walk before you run, and you will inevitably fall in the process of learning to walk.
He can accept his failure and believe that he can get up.
Mu Cai trusted his precious grandson very much and gave Mu Fan a lot of power, and he really wanted to see what this grandson could do.
At the same time, he also wants Mu Fan to die, and the Mu family is the foundation of trustworthiness.
Mu Fan wrote a letter with a pen, he had just gone to meet the people of the Three Mountains Walled City, and set a three-day deadline.
Although there is a three-day deadline, he wants to make it shorter and force the rebellion against Jiezhou.
Ordinary people don't dare to rebel, even if Dongze is already dying, there are still few people who dare to do this.
Dongze's national strength has not been completely hollowed out, and they are afraid that the rebellion will fail and be liquidated.
So whenever possible, they would rather be punished, even their own lives at risk.
If the rebellion fails, the nine clans will be punished, and the lives of the nine clans and one person will be well chosen.
What Mu Fan needs to do is very simple, to make the people of Jiezhou lose their illusions.
Just let the officials up and down in Jiezhou know that they are finished, not only are they finished, but their nine clans are finished together, and they know how to choose.
If the rebellion fails, the nine tribes will be punished, and the nine tribes will not be punished if they do not rebel.
In case the rebellion succeeds, the probability is very small, but after all, there is a case, and there is no need to rebel to be successful, the scale of the rebellion reaches a certain level, and the court can't clean it up, so it will think about recruiting peace.
Mu Fan's letter is an order: every day, some empirical evidence of corruption among officials in Jiezhou will flow out, forcing the imperial court to express its position, and at the same time forcing officials in Jiezhou to rebel.
Hope is dashed in an instant, and people are very likely to choose suicide.
But a little hope is dashed, and the possibility of suicide will be much smaller.
As long as people are given a buffer, people can think of a hundred reasons to live.
"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds.
Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies like black lightning, flying haughtily......"
"What are you chanting, you're composing?"
Mu Cai came in from outside the door with a smile.
Mu Fan stopped reciting, paused, and said, "That's right, it's me." ” Mu Cai controlled the wheelchair and sat across from the desk, "So passionate." ” "Because I'm passionate and confident about the future."
Mu Fan smiled calmly.
Mu Cai pointed to the desk, "You still have this habit as before." ” "What habits?"
"Move the desk to the bed, so you can do things while sitting on the bed."
Mu Fan smiled: "How good is the bed, it is more comfortable than a chair." ” Mu Cai picked up the letter on the table and said, "Now you are the boss of the Mu family. ” "Temporarily."
"Wait a few days, you will be the eternal boss of the Mu family."
Mu Fan smiled: "Grandpa, don't worry, let's see the result of my bet first." ” The folds on Mu Cai's face became deeper and deeper, and the corners of his mouth rose, full of love, "Wait and see." ” He opened the letters, read them one by one, and when he saw the end, his smile turned into relief.
"Well done!"
Mu Cai looked at Mu Fan.
Mu Fan said: "The next thing is to wait, wait for the result."
When necessary, I will scare Wen Mao again, and I will have to force them to rebel. ” Mu Cai waved his hand and said, "Let's see the reaction of the imperial court, and then decide on the next move." ” "Listen to Grandpa."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Mu Cai's hand slid slightly, the wheelchair moved with it, and when he walked to the door, he turned his head and said, "If one day, you were asked to choose between relatives and friends and tyrant, what would you choose?"
” "Look who that friend and relative is."
Mu Fan's answer was ambiguous.
Mu Cai turned his head, his eyelids drooped, as if he was asleep, and the wheelchair continued to move, taking him into the distance.
Mu Fan watched his grandfather leave, his body was arranged in a big character, he lay back, and fell asleep not long after.
He had a dream, a terrible dream, something was leaving him, and it was very, very important things.
In his dreams, he couldn't see or touch him, but there was only a magical feeling, as if a mysterious power had bound him.
Mu Fan wanted to chase, but he couldn't.
Outside, in the garden, on a path, both sides are covered with flowers and plants, and a few trees are planted on both sides.
The north wind blows and blows everything yellow, but fortunately they are in the south, and they have a strong ability to resist the cold, and they are not afraid of the cold.
Mu Cai tightened the big gun on his body and knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair.
A dark shadow appeared behind the wheelchair, coming from nowhere.
He said respectfully, "Master." ” Mu Cai asked, "What's the situation?"
” The black shadow said: "It's not good, Xuanmen may also be involved." ” "Any other news?"
"Xiao Wan is more than lucky."
Treasurer Mu sighed, "How is the manpower prepared, is it enough?"
” "Not enough."
Mu Cai touched the big coat and kneaded the hair on it, "Surprise them, attack them unprepared, tell them to continue to prepare, we have to prepare......
There's an early showdown!
” The wind blew, and his voice quickly dissipated, but the black shadow heard it, his body shook, and his lips under the mask moved, and he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it after all.
"Are you scared?"
Mu Cai asked.
The black shadow said: "I'm not afraid, I didn't expect it to be so early." ” "It's about the same, it's good to make the world tremble."
Mu Cai said it lightly, but the black shadow knew that the man in front of him who had his legs dead and was on the verge of death could do it, and he was one of the few people who could do it.
"Go, inform me, go to the Sword Sect for another trip, and ask Ye Feng and Lu Xingjian how they are preparing."
The black shadow said: "Bypass Feng Dao?
” "Well, bypass him."
Mu Cai said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
Feng Dao is old-handed, much younger than Lu Xingjian, he acts cautiously, and puts the interests of the Sword Sect first everywhere.
This kind of person can't do crazy things, let alone make a desperate bet.
Mu Cai looked at the sky, "It's going to be a complete mess." ” The "Great Sage Rebellion" that shook the world began so quietly.
What Mu Fan had recited earlier seemed to echo in his ears.
"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds.
Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies like black lightning, flying haughtily......"