Chapter 96

Although Lu Jingyi sent soldiers to protect the house outside, the food and living in the house had to be managed by Xianhua. During the period when Xianhua was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep and most of the others were injured, the important task of cooking fell to the only healthy and idle city in Weijiu.

"I still know the taste of master and fengluo, and Qianhua deliberately explained her eating habits before going to bed. Just now I saw that the elder and fengluo were talking, and I didn't dare to come in and ask. So I simply cooked some food based on my experience, and I don't know whether it suits the taste of the elder. If you can't get used to it, I'll go and change it right away. There are still many ingredients in the kitchen! "

Wei Jiucheng politely put the food to the table, rarely talkative, tension can be seen.

Mo Changting first asks Feng Luo to sit down, and then raises his hand to show Wei Jiucheng to sit down beside him. However, Wei Jiucheng is so scared that he waves his hand: "no, no, no, how can I have dinner with the elder? Absolutely not! Never

Wei Jiucheng is mo GUI's guard, but he is not the son of luanxuege. Therefore, he is still called Bu Qingyi by the girl Bu, and Mo Changting, the former deputy leader of luanxuege, is called by the elder.

But compared with Cui Fang and others, his admiration for Mo Changting is obviously deeper.

Mo Changting saw his formality, and his eyebrows and eyes were more gentle: "in name, you and Mo GUI are master-slave relationship, but in fact, he treats you the same as his brothers and brothers. You are always called me by the elder generation, which is a little bit of separation. After you fall with the Phoenix, call me uncle is good, eat what also don't need to divide what inside and outside intimate. The whole family is still round and comfortable at the same table. "

"This I Then I'm welcome. Thank you, uncle mo Wei Jiucheng Meizizi sat down, holding chopsticks in his hand, but with a smirk on his face, he didn't take a bite of food for a long time.

Feng Luo, seeing his stupidity, couldn't help laughing. She looked at Mo Changting and joked: "Uncle Mo doesn't know something. Normally, Mo GUI describes you and Gu Ge master as omnipotent. Jiucheng worships you as a God. You see, this dish is made according to the taste of Mogui and me, but none of it is our favorite. It's all made according to the prescription of medicinal food given to you by Yanhua. "

Listening to Feng Luo's warning, Mo Changting looks down and finds that almost all the food on the table is plain medicated food. It's true that all the medicated food prescriptions listed by Yin Hua are actually from them.

Wei Jiucheng was a little embarrassed, scratching his ears and at a loss: "I'm just a little curious. I always think that people like master have enough spirit, and those who can cultivate master must be more powerful!"

"You're right, but you forget one thing." Mo Changting's smile faded a little. "I only did my duty as a father when Mo GUI was a child. After the trouble happened in the snow Pavilion, the child suffered a lot from me. Fortunately, Lao Qin was strict with me, which ensured that he was not led astray by Pei Zan. If I want to talk about training, I don't think I can do anything. I owe everything to the old Qin and the leader of the cabinet - I mean the leader of the cabinet. "

Wei Jiucheng and Feng Luo looked at each other, shook their heads and said in one voice: "this is the blood heritage!"

"Will you? I don't think so! " Mo Changting put down his chopsticks, picked up his tea cup and covered up his joking smile. "Mo GUI is so cheeky. It's not like me at all. I'm a very pure person."

“…… In this way, actually It looks like... "

The more Wei Jiucheng said, the smaller his voice was, but his feeling of closeness to Mo Changting suddenly became stronger.

"By the way, why didn't you ask Mo GUI to have dinner with Miss Bu? Are they still talking? " Feng falls subconsciously to raise head, the line of sight is blocked by the close window however.

Wei Jiucheng turned his lips: "no, the master is alone in the room. I don't know what's wrong with them either. Just now, I saw the girl walking away with a cold face. I went to ask the master if he would like to have dinner with me, and I was scolded for no reason. Really, I didn't provoke them... "

"Is the talk over?" Mo Changting looked at his reflection in the teacup and said to himself, "sure enough, my nature is not mature enough."

Wei Jiucheng shook his head: "is uncle Mo talking about master? I think the master is very mature. He considers everything very well. It's Bu girl. She's in a hot mood all day. The master always gives in to her. She's ungrateful and always loses her temper. "

"So, I mean the girl in Tsing Yi is not mature enough." Mo Changting simply put down his tea cup, leaned back slightly, and sat in a wheelchair. With a smile on his face, he had a kind feeling: "I grew up watching step girl, and I can't understand her any more. That girl's temper is honest and frank. If she likes someone, she will not be hesitant and secretive. But she is immature in nature, and she always worries too much. Of course, this can't blame her completely. Xu Shige's deep love in those years is a heavy burden for her, so that she can't treat her feelings like ordinary people. "

After a short comment, Feng Luo and Wei Jiucheng look at each other.

In this world, except for a few people, no one knows Gu Chaoxi's feelings for bu Qingyi. What Mo Changting said is just like a huge and amazing gossip.

"Why? Did I miss something by accident? " Mo Changting responded later and shook his head again. "It's not a secret that can't be spread. It's good for you to know more about Bu wench. When you're free, try to persuade her not to carry everything on your shoulders. It doesn't matter if you throw all the troubles, burdens and black pots to Mo GUI. "Wei Jiucheng looks at Feng Luo deeply and asks silently - is this really his master's father? It seems that he is always happy with his son!

The dinner ended in the relaxed atmosphere brought by Mo Changting. After dinner, Mo Changting arranges some tasks for Wei Jiucheng. With careful preparation and careful consideration, Mo Changting is no different from Mo GUI. It's so dry and crisp that it doesn't look like a patient who just escaped from the dark prison.

Wei Jiucheng and Cui Fang have been busy for three days with the purchase of carriages, the preparation of supplies, the preparation of customs clearance documents, and the calculation of travel speed and resting place.

After all, there are a lot of people in the same trade, and it's a long way to go.

Bu Qingyi made the decision to leave the imperial capital. She didn't plan to pursue Pei Zan while she was winning. No matter what, Pei Zan was also an old man with strength. She was afraid that she would lose both. She didn't want anyone in her side to be involved.

For the time being, the destination is shuyulin.

For one thing, Liu's mother and son are still there, and they are looking forward to lead China's return. They can't keep their young lovers separated from each other. For another thing, Mo Changting's spirit is good, but the old scars formed over the years can't be completely cured only by Jinshi herbs. She has to find a quiet place to recuperate. For another thing, she is also fed up with the oppression of the imperial capital I'm tired of doing anything. I always have to consider whether the imperial court will interfere and what impact it will have on the current situation. It takes a period of time to adjust my mood.

Her mood, unprecedented bad, messy.

During the busy preparation period of Wei Jiucheng and others, bu Qingyi was not idle. Because she didn't want to meet Mo GUI for a moment, she spent most of her time wandering outside, and the last day before she left was Guangling palace.

That day, after su muzhe, king of Guangling, successfully countered Pei Zan, bu Qingyi didn't see Su muzhe again, and Su muzhe didn't bother her, but she had to go for this visit.

Thank you and say goodbye.

For a long time, the scenery of Guangling palace is very different from that in my memory, but the old man who plays chess with himself in the courtyard still has the familiar expression, and there is no one's shrewdness in his clumsiness.

"Lord."

Bu Qingyi stood at the gate of the hospital for a long time before he spoke low.

Su Mu Zha suddenly raised his head, saw her wrinkled eyes burst out a burst of joy light, but quickly dim down. He slowly straightened up his aching back, stretched his muscles and bones, and then wanted to respond to bu Qingyi's greeting. However, he was too worried and choked by his own saliva. He coughed for more than ten times until his face turned red and tears flew.

"At this age, can't you pay attention?" With a rebuke, warm palm gently stroked Su Mu to cover his back, gently, slowly, repeatedly helped him smooth the breath.

The cough stopped gradually. Su Muzhi waved his hand and laughed bitterly: "I'm old. I'm really old. I was strong when I was young. How could I cough like this? Alas, it will be your young people's world in the future! "

Bu Qingyi didn't answer his words. He casually helped Su Mu cover his arm and sent him back to the stone table to sit down.

"I didn't have time to thank the Lord in person for that day. This time I came to the door to express my gratitude." Bu Qingyi sat opposite Su muzhe and glanced at the room. "I will never go back on my promise. I also hope Wang Ye can keep the promise and don't let her have any more trouble. If there's another time, I really can't estimate my love with the Lord any more. "

Su Muzhi's smile was more embarrassed, but more melancholy and guilt.

"Jin se has been away from home for many years. I only have a daughter like Jin Shang under my knee. I dote on her in every way. I think I'm smart, but I didn't think that this excessive indulgence would lead her astray, not only harming others, but also herself. " With a deep sigh, Su Mu's heart was as heavy as the huge iron lock on the door of the wing room.

In the wing room, the sound of smashing things was not as loud as a few days ago, but there was no cry that someone was still alive.

What happened to Su brocade?

Bu Qingyi couldn't help thinking. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt.

Yes, Su Jinshang did a lot of bad things. Just out of his hatred for her, he wanted to destroy her at all costs. As a result, he harmed others and himself, and also implicated many innocent people. However, they are not the "sisters" who have no blood relationship with each other, and they have good memories. If only the girl had the same appearance and was a sister who could smile sweetly from the heart, hug her arm intimately and call her "elder sister"

However, the only thing that doesn't exist in this world is if.

"My enmity with Su Jinshang is over. I will not pursue any evil deeds she has done in the past, nor will I publicize them." Taking back her sight, bu Qingyi calmly looked at Su Muzhi, "it's too late for her to change now. How much trouble does the LORD have. Besides, I'd like to ask the Lord to give this bottle of medicine to her, but don't say I gave it, OK

Taking the medicine bottle from Bu Qingyi, Su Muzhi hesitated slightly: "this is..."

"It's a medicine oil made by a friend. Long term application can reduce the scar and even remove it completely - the wound on her face. I hope it can be written off like the grudge between us."Lightly nodded in response to Su Muzha's thanks, bu Qingyi got up and bowed to Su Muzha, and made a big gift.

"What do you mean?" Su Muzhi quickly lifted her up.

"When I first came to the capital, the Lord took care of me a lot. It was also the Lord who risked his life to help me at the critical moment. Only in this way could I successfully hit Pei Zan hard." Bu Qingyi slightly bowed his head, casually wrapped up the broken hair around his ears, and said with a light smile, "I'm afraid I'll never have a chance to meet you again. Please take care of yourself, so that I won't worry about you in other places."

"You're leaving?" Su Mu cover suddenly a shock, that pair of weather beaten eyes, unexpectedly suddenly gush out a line of old tears.