When Xie Lingxiao went down to court, he crossed the threshold and heard from a distance the arrogant laughter of Prince Duan and his followers.
His eyes gradually darkened. When he passed King Duan, he paused slightly but ignored him.
Mo Jiecheng also heard what King Duan said at the palace gate.
Until the afternoon, Mo Jiecheng worked overtime to finish the affairs of the military camp. When he went to Xie's house, his heart was heavy.
Although it was heavy, it was rare to see Ji Wanrong. He even went back home specially to take a heavy bath, change clothes, and smell incense.
It must be shown in front of Ji Wanrong in his final gesture.
Walking all the way to Xie's house, Mo Jiecheng felt a little uneasy in his heart. He missed the days when he could freely enter and leave Xie's house.
On the other hand, he comforted himself that no matter what, now he and Ji Wanrong were like grasshoppers on the same rope.
Even if things didn't go well and his father would blame him in the future, then he and Ji Wanrong could be punished together, and the bitterness would become sweet.
Mo Jiecheng thought, and the anxiety in his heart dissipated a little.
Looking up, he had already arrived at the door of Xie's house. The housekeeper of Xie's house was already waiting at the door. It looked like he was here specially to wait for him.
When he thought that he now had a legitimate reason to enter Xie's house and discuss today's affairs together, Ji Wanrong even arranged for a butler to wait for him.
The excitement in Mo Jiecheng's heart covered up the anxiety in his heart.
He nodded towards the housekeeper at the door, but before he could cross the threshold in a familiar way, a hand stretched out in front of him and stopped him abruptly.
Mo Jiecheng paused and looked at him suspiciously: "I am King Han, don't you recognize me? Your lady asked you to stand here, isn't it to welcome me? I came here specially to discuss with her. Yes!"
The old housekeeper squinted his eyes, and the old god was there: "I know you are King Han, and it is precisely because you are His Highness King Han that you cannot enter. The lady has given instructions not to allow anyone from Prince Han's Palace to enter Xie's residence."
As he spoke, he pushed his arm forward again, and Mo Jiecheng took several steps back until he was forced to retreat outside Xie's house.
Mo Jiecheng's face stiffened and his eyebrows stood up. He suddenly thought of this old housekeeper, but he was brought by that bitch who only knew how to perform yin and yang dramas, and he felt very angry.
He still wanted to speak, but he saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
Dong Bicheng was walking towards Xie Zhai with a young boy, his palm still leaning on his sword.
Mo Jiecheng knew that after Ji Wanrong cured Dong Bicheng's mental disorder, he would visit him from time to time and give him some medicine she specially prepared to keep him healthy.
The grandfather and grandson also talk about military affairs from time to time, and their relationship is good.
Under Ji Wanrong's care, Dong Bicheng is now in good spirits. Not only is his back no longer rickety, he walks with a vigorous look, his hair has turned black again, and he is ten years younger than before.
Mo Jiecheng used to be a little jealous, but now looking at Dong Bicheng, he felt a pity for him.
"What? Jie Cheng, why are you standing at the door of Xie's house? Are you here to see Rong'er?"
Mo Jiecheng nodded with sad eyes: "Yes, Uncle Dong, are you here to see Ronger too?"
Dong Bicheng looked at him and responded in a daze: "Yes, what?"
"We are both from the end of the world. You'd better not go in. The old thief will stop you! He said that people from Prince Han's Palace are not welcome in Xie's Residence."
Dong Bicheng paused in his steps and widened his eyes: "Huh? People from Prince Han's Mansion are not welcome? But I just went there yesterday. I came and went freely, as if walking on flat ground, and I even brought a lot of pills back to my home!"
Mo Jiecheng was stunned, and his sad eyes turned blank for a moment.
As soon as Dong Bicheng finished speaking, the old housekeeper saw Dong Bicheng, nodded and ran down from the door: "I really kept General Dong waiting for a long time! Please invite General Dong in quickly, hot tea has been prepared in the flower hall."
The corner of Mo Jiecheng's mouth twitched, and he watched helplessly as the old housekeeper's expression turned 180 degrees.
He wanted to have an attack, but he endured it. Then he raised a finger pitifully and pointed at himself sadly: "What about me? Uncle Dong is also from Prince Han's Mansion!"
The old housekeeper rolled his eyes, pinched his throat, and imitated Mo Jicheng's accent: "Old thief~~?? Hum hum."
He brought Dong Bicheng in quickly.
Dong Bicheng had no choice but to turn his head and give Mo Jiecheng a scheming look before walking into Xie's house.
Mo Jiecheng's ability to comprehend was very high, and he gave Dong Bicheng a knowing look.
Dong Bicheng arrived at the flower hall after half a stick of incense. Before he could sit down to warm his buttocks, he heard a frantic barking in the distance.
Dong Bicheng's hand holding the tea trembled: "Rong'er, why did I hear a dog barking in the house?"
Ji Wanrong blew the hot tea indifferently and took a sip of tea.
"There are dogs. There are not many walls in the courtyard. My brother doesn't like the crowds, so I raised more than a dozen ferocious dogs to serve as guards in the palace to guard against thieves and thieves who climbed over the walls."
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, he noticed that Dong Bicheng's hand trembled again, and the tea spilled out, soaking his sleeves: "Where do you keep those ferocious dogs in the yard?"
"They are everywhere in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Uncle Dong, are you afraid of dogs?" Ji Wanrong felt a little strange.
Dong Bicheng swallowed.
It's not that he's afraid of dogs, it's that some people are bad...
Xie Lingxiao looked at Dong Bicheng's appearance and frowned: "Uncle Dong, why do you look like this? Is the attitude of the Mongolian prince very bad?"
When Dong Bicheng was young, he was appointed by the late emperor to visit Mongolia as Beili's envoy, and the Mongolian prince also recognized him.
After hearing what happened yesterday, he made a special trip to Xie's house and said that for his sake, he would help Xie Lingxiao ask the Mongolian prince if his attitude could improve.
Dong Bicheng shook his head absentmindedly. He wanted to say something but had no words. Finally he said: "I visited the Mongolian prince yesterday. He met me and was very polite to me."
"But when I mentioned Chen Hu's matter, his attitude was very firm. Even if I sacrifice the face of a veteran on the battlefield, the Mongolian prince will not let go."
Ji Wanrong and Xie Lingxiao looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Mongolia believes in the law of the jungle. Even the Mongolian prince was born out of a dozen princes and became the heir of the old king. In his opinion, Sun Hao was bullied by Chen Hu because Sun Hao was too weak. He is not good at martial arts and has no ability to escape from Chen Hu's horse. Therefore, there is nothing worthy of sympathy."
"As for Chen Hu, the Mongolian prince he serves is very satisfied, so the Mongolian prince will not let go."
Ji Wanrong listened, lowered his eyes and thought, and his expression gradually became serious.
"The Mongolian prince means that everyone depends on their own abilities? Since he is so arrogant, what is the reason for surrendering to Beili?"
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking and Dong Bicheng had not answered, a burst of crazy dog barking came to everyone's ears.
The dog's barking was also mixed with the man's panicked exclamation.
The voice sounded familiar.
