Chapter 474

Mo Xuetong's eyes fell on the person in front of him. Looking at his clothes, it was clear that he had never worked. Although his hands were thin, they were clean, and his fingers were trimmed particularly smoothly. The blue robe, whether from the clothing material or the lines and buckle patterns embroidered on the collar, was extremely fine and not ordinary.

It is obvious that this person is not rich but expensive. How can such a person be alone on the road, dragging his sick body to Puguang temple, and a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.

"Young master, where's your family?" Two steps back, Mo Xue Tong asked with a silent smile.

"Seeing that it was still early in the morning, I didn't wait for anyone. I took the first step. I didn't expect that I couldn't sustain the heat when I came here. It frightened the young lady. If it weren't for the young lady, I would really die if my old illness recurred. Thank you for your help." The young man put down his hand to the coachman's arm and hugged his fist to salute Mo Xuetong. Such a small action almost exhausted him.

"You're welcome, young master. We also went to Puguang temple. Since the young master was also on the way, there happened to be an empty carriage behind us, which just put some sundries. Do you want to be wronged?" Mo Xuetong looked at the sky and found that it was not early. He asked decisively.

Although a man didn't hit it, he must have fallen in front of his horse and humiliated himself. This man has only one way to die. Look at his situation. He has a relapse. Although he doesn't know what the disease is, it's very dangerous. If he doesn't have a good rest, something will happen for a while and a half.

Looking at his politeness, it is clear that he is the son of a rich family. Even if there is anything else, it is beyond his control.

"Then... Thank you, miss." Obviously, the young man also knew that his condition was poor. He hesitated a little and didn't postpone it. He respectfully saluted Mo Xuetong and thanked him.

Moran called two women from behind, helped the young man to the back of the carriage, and asked a clever woman to take care of him in the last car. Mo Xuetong and Mo ye, Moran and others got on the car again, and they hurried to Puguang temple.

It's getting hotter and hotter, but it's a main road here, and there are not many traffic. Although it's hot, there are really many people going to Puguang temple for incense under the big sun. I see several cars passing from time to time.

"Why, no one?" Several people dressed strangely hid behind the trees. One who seemed to be a leader asked impatiently. Under the big sun, everyone was in a bad mood. After seeing many carriages passing by, he didn't find anything unusual.

"No, I saw it clearly just now. No one rushed out."

The leader looked at the rising sun and felt that he could not wait any longer. He stood up and said, "don't wait, go back first."

"No more waiting?"

"Don't wait. It's so hot. He's suffering from an old disease. He might have died in that deep ditch." The leader reluctantly replied, taking care of his way back and forth. Several people behind him looked at each other, said no more and followed.

The sound of the bell in the mountain temple startled the birds in the distant forest, and also woke up the dazed Moxue Tong. He rubbed some loose water eyes. Moxue Tong helped Mo Lan's men out of the carriage. There had been a bosom guest monk in front of the temple for a long time. When he saw two carriages coming, he knew it was a distinguished guest for incense. He bowed his head and was very respectful.

Moran used to deal with the Zhike monk. Mo Xuetong stood aside with a curtain hat and quietly looked at the scenery of trees and mountains.

Puguang temple is located in the middle of the mountain, between the shade of the trees. Even the summer heat has subsided for a few minutes. The air is fresh and natural, inhaled with a green breath, instantly wakes people up, and the sleepiness exhales.

On the field outside the door, there were more than a dozen carriages, seven or eight of which were gathered together. It was obvious that they belonged to one family. There were signs of King Yan's house on the corners of the carriages. As expected, Mo xueqiong had come.

"Master, there is a spy on the side door over there." Mo Ye leaned against her and held her. At this time, she whispered in her ear.

Following the direction indicated by Mo ye, Mo Xuetong took a silent look. Sure enough, he saw a girl dressed man looking at himself, and then hurried back to run in. Although he was just wrong, Mo Xuetong keenly found that the man was Mo Yan around Mo xueqiong.

I didn't trust whether I would come or not. I asked the maid to guard at the side door. I didn't expect that Mo xueqiong was also careful now.

After dealing with the Zhike monk, the Xiang Mulan himself sealed a thick fragrant oil red and gave it to the Zhike monk. He caged it in his sleeve, saluted the Moxue Tong with a pleasant face, and went to greet a single Qingbi car. In fact, this is the third car brought by the Moxue Tong.

The car's Mo Xuetong has another function, so both the style and color of the carriage are slightly different from those of Mo Xuetong, but you can't really see it without looking carefully. Moreover, at this time, the man is in the car again, and a woman with a young man's son is in it. After that, some explanations are unclear.

Simply leave the last car behind and leave a woman to take care of the childe alone. Depending on the situation of the man, I'm afraid it's better to live in the temple and rest for a period of time. It happened that the carriage was empty again.

Mo Xuetong didn't look at the car behind. The woman left behind was a smart man. Mo LAN had secretly told him to hold Mo Ye's hand and walk to the temple with the remaining maid women.

After entering Puguang temple, another 10-year-old monk came to welcome the road. There are such young monks in major temples in the capital. For the young ladies and young ladies who come out of the rich courtyard, let these young monks lead the way, and the clever little monk led them to the hall.

After paying homage to the Golden Buddha statue, Mo Xuetong asked Mo LAN and the little monk to play, so that he didn't have to accompany each other.

The little monk promised and withdrew.

The sunshine outside is very eye-catching, but the sunshine in the mountain is really a little less hot. Follow a tree lined road and go back to the mountain. Before, I saw some ladies in front of the hall, which is a little cold. The hangings and hats on my face have already been taken off, and the mountain wind is very comfortable.

Mo Ye just took advantage of Mo Xuetong's opportunity to pay homage to the Buddha. At this time, he carefully replied: "princess, the childe seems to be reasonable. He only said he came to visit the Temple Buddha, but unexpectedly, he had a relapse halfway. He wanted to rest in the temple for a few days. He didn't mention the princess."

It's the best way to say that a young princess with a young childe is very out of tune.

Mo Xuetong nodded and said with a smile: "the childe seems to be everyone's, of course he knows to avoid suspicion. We took him all the way, but put him in the last car, and deliberately kept the coachman away from us. Naturally, he doesn't want to provoke any gossip. He knows what I mean by saying so now."

"Princess, when the maid saw that the childe was helped out of the car, she told the coachman about a good time." Mo Ye replied carefully.

"This is the best. Did you give the woman some money?" Mo Xuetong thought for a moment, and suddenly asked. Seeing the childe's appearance, he knew that he didn't necessarily have money. If he lived in this temple, he had to donate some incense money.

"The maidservant thought about it and specially gave her some silver. I'm afraid it's not light to see the childe's appearance. Fortunately, he said that his servant would come later, so that the princess didn't have to worry. He also said that when his servant arrived, he would send someone to thank the princess." Mo Ye Dao.

"Now that we have made arrangements, we don't have to worry about him anymore. Do you see the ink wind?" Mo Xuetong was not surprised by the childe's knowledge. As long as he came out of a large family, he understood this truth. Even if he was kind to him, they should not meet more in private.

"Princess, if you go further into the mountain, Mo Feng is afraid of meeting many people outside. It's hard to avoid, so he goes back to the mountain." Mo ye and Mo Feng had their own set of contact information. They looked at the scenery around them and smiled.

While talking, several strange rustles suddenly came out from the bamboo forest behind Mo Xuetong.

She couldn't help looking back.

I saw a flash of red silk in the bamboo forest.

"Who?" Mo ye took the first two steps to protect Mo Xue's pupil. His face sank and he drank and scolded.

The people in the bamboo forest didn't seem to expect that Mo Xuetong was so vigilant. For a moment, they didn't know how to deal with it, but there was no sound.

"Moran, you protect the princess. I'll go up and have a look." Mo Ye's face became dignified. She was the only one around her princess who knew kung fu. She should be more dedicated. At present, she told Mo LAN.

Moran nodded and also stepped forward, nervously blocking in front of Mo Xuetong.

Mo Ye raised his feet, but heard a timid voice: "Princess Xuan is in front?" When the bamboo leaves shook in the bamboo forest, a woman wearing green and red sleeves came out. The woman lowered her head and had some timidity in her voice.

Not a dangerous person, Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and the looks of several maids eased a little.

"Who are you?" Mo Xuetong looked at the woman in front of her and couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

The black hair of the woman in front of her is only tied up with a silver hairpin, and two Ruby earrings in her ears. They seem to be of great value. The material on her body looks very good. This style and appearance are just the new look at present. If there are no ornaments on her head, she looks more like a noble lady of everyone.

But there was no maid waiting around.

Mo Xuetong asked himself that he had never seen such a woman before. He couldn't help wondering, "do you know me?"

When the woman heard the speech, she raised her head and a pair of smart water eyes fell in front of everyone. They looked very beautiful, especially those big eyes. They were vaguely pure and charming. They were very attractive. She was very thin and looked more and more pitiful.

Mo Xuetong looked at it carefully, but he still didn't think he had seen it.

"The princess has never seen my body, but I have seen the princess several times from a distance." The woman was seventeen or eighteen years old. It was the time of elegance and beauty. At this time, she raised her timid eyes and looked at the black snow pupil.

"You... Something?" Mo Xuetong blinked and asked strangely. Since she had seen herself and knew she was Princess Xuan's, she didn't look like a small family in terms of her dress and appearance, but what does it have to do with herself? The woman doesn't seem to be the person who came to pick up the relationship.

"Princess Xuan, maidservant... Maidservant, can I have a word with you, just two words." The woman raised her head, her eyes flushed and looked at the black snow pupil with a pleading face.

Looking at such eyes, Mo Xuetong hesitated.

"Madam, our princess has something to go to the back mountain. It's inconvenient to talk to outsiders." Mo Yu came forward and said coldly. Although this woman can't see any danger, she can't take it lightly. Today, there are people from King Yan's house. Who knows if the people from King Yan's house will make some demons.

The woman didn't seem to understand Mo Ye's words. Seeing that Mo Xuetong was protected to go, she rushed forward and shouted, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes: "Princess Xuan, I know you are a blessed person, I know you... I really have something to tell you, please, please..."

Her words were incoherent, with tears in her eyes. Looking at the black snow pupil, her knees softened and seemed to kneel down.