In the evening, Su Jiusi leans on the soft couch to read a book. Suddenly, there is something moving on the window.

Alert Alan nodded to Su Jiusi, "Niang Niang, the bell master is coming."

Su Jiusi put down his book. Just as he sat up straight, Zhong Mojiang had already entered the room.

"If he doesn't let me go, I won't go? I will send Su Heng and his children out of the capital first. "

"Jiusi, I heard about Su Heng. It's very risky for you to come to the capital at this time. Will the emperor let you go?"

After being confirmed, Su Jiusi breathes a sigh of relief. It's really good. She also heard about it from Alan. Then she manages to find Zhong Mojiang and ask him about it in person.

Zhong Mojiang nodded, "nature is true. I'm the only one in Qingque sect who knows Qigong. You've got the right person. Qigong can close the main acupoints on the body and make people breath free. It's like death, but it's only for seven days."

"It's said that there's a martial art in qingquemen called closing Qigong, which can make people breath away. I don't know whether it's true or not?"

Su Jiusi has something to ask for, and Zhong Mojiang will certainly do his best to help her.

"You said

This time, Su Jiusi did take the initiative to find Zhong Mojiang. In addition to apologizing, she also wanted Zhong Mojiang to help. Originally, she didn't want to trouble Zhong Mojiang, but only Zhong Mojiang could help.

"If you suddenly lose your son, you can't even kill me. Jiusi, it's hard for you to take the initiative to find me. I thought you would hate me all your life."

"I was very hard at that time. I'm really sorry."

Such painful moments remind him that he once loved Su Jiusi so much, and he will never forget it in his life.

Zhong Mojiang didn't tell the truth, a hairpin really can't hurt anything, but Su Jiusi had lost his mind when he stabbed the hairpin and hurt his heart. He hasn't recovered until now. Every rainy day, his chest would ache faintly.

"How much can a hairpin hurt me? It's fine for a long time."

"Is your injury OK?"

Zhong Mojiang looked at Su Jiusi with a smile on his cold face. "It's not easy for me to hear you say I'm sorry. I wanted to do it myself. I thought you would never let it go in your life. If you could let it go, I feel very relieved."

I'm sorry. Su Jiusi wanted to say it for a long time, but she didn't have a chance. Now when she meets Zhong Mojiang, she must make up for it.

"Zhong Mojiang, I'm sorry."

Zhong Mojiang was not polite either. He sat down directly on the stool. "Jiusi, time really treats you well. You see, I'm old, but you are still so young. It seems that these years have been good. Fu Chenrong really treats you well."

Su Jiusi nodded to Zhong Mojiang with a smile, "master of the bell gate, sit down!"

More and more like a leader.

Su Jiusi suddenly remembered the first time he met Zhong Mojiang. At that time, Zhong Mojiang looked cold, resolute and handsome, and looked a little frivolous. Today, there is no frivolous shadow on Zhong Mojiang.

Su Jiusi hasn't seen Zhong Mojiang for eight years. Wearing a black suit, Zhong Mojiang has a beard. He looks much more mature than eight years ago, and his youthful spirit has faded.

Zhong Mojiang frowned and thought he had heard it wrong. "The emperor doesn't want you to go. Is it possible for you to take so many people under his eyes?"

"Even if it's impossible, I'll try."

"You're such a woman. I'll take you with me when I'm in charge of so many people."