After Cheng Ting had eaten and drank enough, he stood up and left Jiusixuan with Mo Lingfeng. He looked down at Zell who was sitting on the stone steps.
He stepped down three stone steps at a time and asked Mo Lingfeng: "A familiar household?"
Mo Lingfeng turned and glanced at Zell, who was making something with the dead leaves that had drifted into the corridor.
"Half-cooked."
After hearing Mo Lingfeng's answer, Zell immediately smiled and looked up at Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting also looked back at him and frowned: "I think he looks familiar."
But he couldn't remember where he had seen Zell, so he left this person behind. He didn't want Mo Lingfeng to see him off, and walked to the garden by himself. Before he reached the garden, he felt that he had drank too much soup and water. Want to pee.
He turned around and planned to go to the official room first, but suddenly something happened in his mind, and he remembered where he had seen Zell.
So he ran towards Jiusixuan: "Listen to the wind! Wait!"
Mo Lingfeng had just left Jiusixuan when he heard Cheng Ting's shout. He stopped and waited for Cheng Ting to run up to him. He clapped his folding fan in his hand and said, "You know so quickly that you didn't bring the fan?"
"Huh?" Cheng Ting took the fan and looked at Zell, "He is from Shengqiang, don't let him fool you!"
He pulled Mo Lingfeng to his side and stood face to face with Zell: "We were horse racing in the pasture once. You fell asleep and you didn't know it. Four living Qiang people crossed the Shuo River from a place far away from the fort. They were fierce. He was very brave and dared to show his teeth to Yin Nan. There was a kid inside who could speak Chinese and said that he was here to submit, and that was him!"
He was only focused on his need to urinate at the time and could not remember clearly the confrontation between the four people and Yin Nan. He also completely forgot where the four people went afterward. However, he remembered Wu Jin's tense body and sweat when he stood next to Wu Jin. It can be seen from this that these four people came with bad intentions.
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Yes, that's him."
"You -" he lowered his head and looked at Mo Lingfeng, "you know?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "He is my prisoner now."
Cheng Ting heard that the evil thief had become a prisoner, and secretly guessed that having Mo Lingfeng with him would be of great use.
He put aside his desire to eliminate harm for the people and looked at Zell up and down. He saw that he only had one leg on the ground, his right leg was curled up, and half of his body was leaning on Yin Bei. He could not run away secretly, and he started to urinate urgently again.
He waved his hand to Mo Lingfeng and rushed to the official room.
Mo Lingfeng laughed and turned to walk to the second hall. Zell supported Yin Bei and jumped behind him, and suddenly asked: "There were four of you at that time. Where is the other person?"
"I won't tell you." Mo Lingfeng turned his back to him and made a face, then asked, "You came to Kuanzhou to provoke a provocation."
Zell nodded: "It's a pity that the scholar saw through it. Later, the government hunted us everywhere and searched door to door. We had to leave early and failed."
"How do you know it was him who saw through it, not me?"
Zell reached out and touched his left eyebrow. There was a thin scar hidden in his eyebrow: "They are specifically looking for people with a new scar on their left eyebrow. You were hiding behind the scholar at the time. You couldn't have seen it so clearly. You must have It was the scholar who saw the clues and informed your yamen here."
He said seriously: "He is very smart. I am more afraid of him than the soldiers around you."
"Yes, he is very smart."
"But it doesn't matter," Zell thought carefully about the past, "Not long after we left Kuanzhou, the peace was broken."
Mo Lingfeng said casually: "Yes, if the border is peaceful for too long, someone will want to break it."
She walked forward slowly, took two steps, and suddenly a very cold smile appeared on her lips, and even her eyes became cold.
Without Zell, there would be the Mo family, and without the Mo family, there would also be the country and the dynasty. The war is just another continuation of the political struggle. The border that has been quiet for too long will hinder the change of power between the country and the dynasty - the war at the border is also A contest between the crown prince and the feudal lord.
This is true for the country, the same is true for the Jinlu, and it is true for the whole world.
But some people are "stupid" and clearly understand the truth, but they still want to cry for the innocent people who died, still want to uphold their "Tao", and still want to find rice fields for the people.
How ridiculous, how sad, and how admirable.
The shadow of the moon was faint, and the shadows of trees and flowers fell on Mo Lingfeng, constantly moving and swaying. She took a look at the bouncing Zell, and saw that there was only a slight similarity in his features. However, this similarity could accompany her through this journey. Walking at night is fine too.
Zell noticed her gaze, and while jumping, he reached into his arms, took out a little bird tangled in a dead leaf, and handed it to Mo Lingfeng: "Send it to you."
Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand and looked at it as he walked. He found that Zell used dead leaf stalks to tie the fallen leaves together and then made a little bird. He smiled and said, "The craftsmanship is good."
Zell snorted: "What the hell."
After humming, he lowered his voice: "Where do I live?"
"Yin Bei," Mo Lingfeng thought for a while, "please set aside a room in your penthouse for him to live in."
Yin Bei responded: "Yes."
Zell took a deep breath: "I also want a wooden stick."
Mo Lingfeng agreed simply.
The two of them walked in silence for a moment, and Zell suddenly said: "Are you arresting me because you want news about Jin Lu, or do you want me to do some detailed work?"
Mo Lingfeng glanced at him sideways: "None of them. I just suddenly wanted to take you back, so I took you with me."
She regarded him as a kitten or puppy to compensate for herself, raising it, teasing it, and letting it accompany her in order to get some trivial pleasure from it.
But once the kittens and puppies know their situation, they will show their fangs and claws. Even if they can't hurt her, they will make her lose this fun.
So she hid her true purpose.
The two stopped talking, and Mo Lefeng handed Zell over to Yin Bei for arrangements. He returned to the second hall, where he talked to Mo Qianlan for a long time before returning to Changsui Residence.
As soon as she entered Changsui's residence, she called out: "Grandma."
Nanny immediately came out of the house, walked quickly and hurriedly to Mo Lingfeng, and said, "Are you ready for dinner?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Eat."
"Then go and wash up," Grandma followed her into the house. "The hot water is always ready, and the clothes have been smoked for you. Go to bed early today and get up early tomorrow morning."
Mo Lingfeng said "hmm" and let her do what she wanted. After bathing and changing clothes, she sat cleanly at the table. Nanny wiped her wet hair with a handkerchief and watched Mo Lingfeng play with the xun, blowing out the wind from time to time. I whimpered twice, feeling extremely happy.
When Mo Lingfeng was away, she had nothing to do. As long as she took care of a few aunts and kept an eye on everyone in the house, she had nothing to do. However, the antiquity and obsolescence of Mo Mansion became more and more terrifying as no one disturbed her. The solemn meaning.
It was as if the house had suppressed the people inside. Even the flowers and trees were extremely vigorous and growing wildly, intruding into the corridors, roof tiles, and bluestone floors. Even if the servants cut it again and again, it was of no use.
In the silence of the night, the sound of a flower falling to the ground will become particularly clear. Even the aunts who are broad-minded and fat do not dare to be alone.
Only when Mo Lingfeng comes back, the sleeping behemoth of Mo Mansion will come alive, with movement, sound and popularity.
(End of chapter)
