Cheng Ting watched the two people go out, feeling frightened for a moment. His hands trembled secretly for a moment, and he felt a little urgent to urinate.
Liu Boyu tentatively said, "Third Master, why don't you go to the front and wait? I'll go to the official room."
Cheng Ting suddenly stood up: "I'll go with you."
Liu Boyu secretly thought that Cheng Ting was both rough and subtle. At this moment, he was still uneasy and could only grit his teeth and nod.
He peed long and urgently in the official room, and Cheng Tingshun also relaxed for a while. The two returned to the study and cracked seeds against each other for a while. When his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, Yin Bei took Su Mingquan walked in.
When he went out, Su Mingquan was covered in dust. When he came back, the dust was still there, and there were a lot of blood stains on it.
"Uncle," he stood behind Liu Boyu, "the two men from the third room also wanted to enter the warehouse, but I stopped them."
Liu Boyu stared at the large blood stains on his body, knowing that the two men were probably lying down forever.
He knew that when Su Mingquan couldn't control his anger, he would lose control.
It wasn't a good thing - for those two idiots trying to seize power, but it was a good thing for him.
Yin Bei was calm about all the bloodshed, bowed to Cheng Ting and said: "Third Master, it's all done."
"Okay," Cheng Ting patted Liu Boyu's shoulder, "I still have to work hard to send me out."
Liu Boyu had a sad face and saw Cheng Ting out. When he saw the fully loaded peace train in the front yard, he was so heartbroken that he almost shed tears on the spot.
However, Cheng Ting still wanted to rub salt into his wounds: "You are still the rich merchants. My father has been an official all his life and can't even afford a car."
Liu Boyu smiled softly: "No, I only have these savings."
Cheng Ting jumped on the car and waved to him. After leaving Liujiaxiang, he jumped off the train and urged Yin Bei: "Go quickly, it's going to rain. Don't let things get wet."
Yin Bei nodded, raised his riding whip, drove the first Taiping car, and led the rest of the people to fly away.
Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief and strode home.
The streets were filled with lingering uneasiness and confusion. The garrison troops patrolled the streets in groups, turning this place into a real border area.
Many wealthy families took their families and hurried out of the city to escape to Jeju. Many more people had nowhere to go and could only stay where they were and resign themselves to their fate.
The hawker did not dare to shout at the top of his lungs, and only shouted twice when he saw someone passing by.
Cheng Ting bought a basket of large, red, fresh pomegranates from a pomegranate vendor. After the vendor earned a few small bucks, he smiled happily and gave the basket to Cheng Ting.
"Master Cheng! Third Master, wait!"
Cheng Ting turned around with the basket in hand and saw Wu Yi rushing forward from behind, taking two deep breaths: "Third Master, are you collecting food?"
"Yes," Cheng Ting took out a pomegranate and handed it to him, "How is the sugar shop business?"
"Thank you, Third Master. There is no business and no flies come to the door." Wu Yi accepted the pomegranates and took out two 100-tael silver notes from his pocket with his left hand. "I will raise food for you. One for my brother and one for me." "
Cheng Ting took the banknote and said, "You're sensible now."
"My mother asked me to come," Wu Yi smiled, "I was not sensible before, but I have changed now."
Cheng Ting took out another pomegranate and gave it to him: "Has there been a letter from Wu Jin?"
"Not yet. The last time I wrote a letter was during the Dragon Boat Festival," Wu Yi suddenly asked, "General Mo also wants to join the war?"
Cheng Ting nodded: "She is the deputy commander of the army. She leads 50,000 soldiers, so she naturally wants to participate in the war."
"Miss Mo is really a blockbuster!"
He talked about Mo Lingfeng as if he were talking about an unattainable stranger. Looking back on the past, it was even unbelievable - why did their family have a relationship with the Mo family, and why were they strangers?
Cheng Ting's face was full of pride and pride: "She has been different from others since she was a child. When the three of us, including me, your brother, and Lingfeng, were studying together, she was the most courageous and dared to dig snakes out of tree holes."
He stopped his endless bragging and said, "I have to go. If you need anything, come see me at home."
"Yes, Third Master, walk slowly."
Cheng Ting ran all the way home, first put the basket in front of Xu Huiran, giggled twice, and without even wiping off his sweat, he took out a pomegranate from the basket and ran to the bamboo forest in the backyard.
The bamboo forest swayed and rustled in the wind, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. In the middle was a small stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting on a blue lotus.
Cheng Ting stepped in on the bamboo leaves, bent down and swept away the fallen leaves on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, swept away the bamboo leaves in front of the Buddha statue, and offered fresh large pomegranates in front of the Buddha statue.
Kneeling down on his knees, he clasped his hands together, bowed three times, and said in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, this battle for Lingfeng is not easy to fight, it is very dangerous. You must protect her from coming back alive."
His eyes were a little red: "Leifeng is younger than me. How can my uncle bear it if anything happens?"
He sniffed, not daring to think about this eventuality.
After kneeling for a moment, he got up, patted a few bamboo leaves hanging on his knees, came out of the bamboo forest, and turned to look at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva again.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva holds a jewel in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand. He is as immovable as the earth and meditates deeply like a secret treasure. He carries the souls of Mrs. Mo and the daughter of the Cheng family to save all sentient beings.
Cheng Ting wiped away his tears and sweat, but before he even raised his feet, he saw Pang Dahai coming towards him like gunpowder.
"Third Master, Mr. Shi is looking for you because of the urgent need."
"Why is everything so urgent?" Cheng Ting walked to the front yard.
Shi Yuan stood at the door of the courtyard, pacing back and forth, his head covered with sweat. When he saw Cheng Ting, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Ting's arms: "Why can't the Mo family get in?"
Cheng Ting said inexplicably: "Are you looking for my uncle?"
"No, Jiedushi and I." Shi Yuan said anxiously and incoherently, "I'm looking for Yin Bei! It's the big steward of the Mo family!"
Cheng Ting immediately said: "He is not here. He went to the castle to deliver things."
Since Yin Bei was not here, the door of Mo Mansion was naturally closed, and not even a fly was allowed in.
He frowned: "Do you have anything for Leaf?"
"Yes, when did you leave?" Shi Yuan stomped his feet vigorously, "Why are you so unlucky!"
"Hurry up, maybe you can catch up, I'll go with you," Cheng Ting turned to Pang Dahai and shouted, "Prepare your horses!"
The two hurriedly left the Cheng Mansion, got on their horses, and galloped away from the racecourse. The streets were empty and the road was smooth. However, when they arrived at the Shuo River, the heavy suspension bridge was slowly closing.
"Wait! Wait!" Cheng Ting shouted anxiously, "There's something else! Yin Bei!"
The creak of the drawbridge drowned out his cry, and then with a bang, the drawbridge closed.
The soldiers beside the Shuo River remained motionless, their faces full of alertness.
Yin Bei was able to enter and exit the fort because of Mo Lingfeng. If he wanted to send things in again, he had to wait for Yin Bei to come out of the fort.
The anxious look on Shi Yuan's face turned into annoyance, and he only regretted that he slept for half an hour more last night!
If I only slept for two hours, I would have caught up by now.
He slapped himself hard: "I told you to make a mistake!"
Cheng Ting grabbed his hand and said, "Don't panic, wait until Yin Bei comes out and let him see him off."
He couldn't help but ask: "Wu Jin's letter?"
Shi Yuan nodded, then shook his head: "Yes, and no, it's different from usual, it should be important."
He did not show the letter to Cheng Ting, but broke away from Cheng Ting's hand and paced back and forth, his back wet and covered with sweat.
