Chapter 97

***Will the first old fox shed tears? Bu Qingyi wanted to tease Su Mu badly, but her words choked in her throat, and she couldn't say a word anyway.

Su Muzhi, conscious of losing his temper, quickly wiped his tears against his sleeve and murmured, "look, I'll say I'm old, right? It's a shame that I can't control my tears. "

"In my heart, the Lord is always strong and strong No, it's not. It's resourceful? No, that's not right Old and cunning? "

"Can we not mention the old words? You girl, how can you never forget to poke my heart? It's really I really picked up an enemy at the beginning

Mixed with sweet scented osmanthus fragrance of the wind blowing through the courtyard, sweet taste makes people warm in the heart.

Bu Qingyi didn't plan to stay for a long time. Under Su Muzha's insistence on seeing him off, they went to the door of the palace one by one, but they were silent, leaving only silent steps and reluctant to part.

"Wang Ye, stay. It's better not to let people see us go together. Maybe there will be some storm again." Bu Qingyi strode forward without looking back. He just waved his hand, "goodbye."

Su Muzha nodded his head. When Bu Qingyi was about to arrive at the end of the lane, he suddenly thought of something. He took a deep breath and cried out in his voice: "Qingyi, if you have nothing to do, please go home and have a look!"

Go home Then you have to live a long life and wait for me to come back! Without you old man's place, it would not be called a home

Bu Qingyi couldn't say these words. He has a sore throat.

It hurts.

She can only wave more forcefully, pretending to stride forward in a natural and unrestrained way, leaving Su Guangling with the most free and unrestrained side.

Goodbye, this is the city, the only beautiful she yearns for.

Goodbye. I can't go home.

The biggest osmanthus tree salad in the corner of Wangfu courtyard is ringing. The thick branches stretching out of the wall sprinkle countless tiny petals. They are tender yellow and fragrant. They roam freely with the wind. There are also a few petals that mischievously fall on Bu Qingyi's shoulders and hair, becoming the only memory she can take away.

Outside the streets and alleys, the figure of Bu Qingyi is far away, and two horses are coming.

The woman sitting in front of him was a woman in white. The thin white gauze covered half of her face at will, but only with a pair of delicate and smart eyes, she surprised passers-by.

"That person is probably Bu Qingyi." The woman stopped, her eyebrows were flat.

"Are you sure? It looks like a thin little woman! It doesn't look like a famous killer. " The young man who followed him was incredulous. "Besides, the king of Guangling is such a smart man. He doesn't know how to pursue fortune and avoid disaster. How can he continue to tangle with Bu Qingyi?"

"The servants in my family don't know kung fu, and I don't know my sister." The woman turned the horse's head and looked to the front lane, "go, go back to the house and ask my father, naturally you will know."

The news that a beautiful lady like the flower of kaolin entered the city became the most talked about topic by the Dukes that day. Even after going down the court, you can hear a high-ranking official discussing in a low voice. It seems that she has something to do with Guangling palace. On weekdays, Lu Jingyi is very concerned about the private conversation between courtiers. But on this day, he can't listen to anything. His heart is full of news that his good friend seems to have revealed by accident.

"Bu Qingyi is leaving the capital."

Such a simple sentence made Lu Jingyi feel restless all day and lost his soul. He was eager to put everything down and run to her house to ask her why she had to go and if she could stay for him.

However, Lu Jingyi knows very well that if he really asks like this, it will only arouse Bu Qingyi's further disgust. Let alone stay, he is afraid that he will speed up his departure and never see him again.

I can't describe the suffering.

Wei Yu, who learns the news from Feng Qi's mouth, seems very indifferent. However, he doesn't dissuade or comfort Lu Jingyi. Instead, a word pokes his pain point.

"Even if she has a little friendship with you, she won't leave without saying hello. If you want to go after it, I'll have a good drink with you when you come back. If you wake up after getting drunk, you will die. "

Lu Jingyi can't disprove his friend's expectation. He even feels that Wei Yu, who seems to be puzzled by the amorous feelings, can see his love path more clearly than others. The existence of Fengqi makes Wei Yu, who was once like an iron knot, have a thorough understanding of his feelings, which is definitely more experienced than him.

But Do you really just give up?

Smart, independent, courageous, courageous and tenacious, it's hard for such a woman to find another one. Admittedly, to accept the emperor's marriage arrangement and be a useful chess piece is the best choice for him to pave the way for a stable future, but the problem is

What he wants is not the rest of his life.

"Wei Yu, when will she leave?"

In the middle of the night, Lu Jingyi rushes into Hou's house and wakes up his friend who is sleeping with Fengqi. That's what he says.

Wei Yu, who seemed not to know why he was angry, looked at the hourglass on the table, pulled down the curtain of the bed curtain and answered lazily across the curtain."Have you figured it out? If you think about it, go back to wash and sleep. It's almost three hours since she left the capital. "

Normal people will leave in the morning, but bu Qingyi specially chose after sunset. She didn't do this for Lu Jingyi, just to avoid the leakage of information. Someone came to see her off. After staying in the imperial capital for such a long time, she still had some friends, and it was never a happy thing to leave. There was no need for sadness to be her last gift to those people.

The carriage rolled along the silent post road until it was dark. Several people carried Mo Changting to a wheelchair and pushed him into the post house to have a rest.

Mo Changting's legs are not able to walk on their own. They are all in wheelchairs or on the back of Wei Jiucheng. Mo GUI either pushes a wheelchair or helps others. In a word, they all revolve around Mo Changting. Bu Qingyi and Qin Chuan ride in front of Mo Changting all the time. They don't have much conversation with the people in the two carriages. After careful calculation, they haven't seen Mo GUI several times in the whole day.

She can't wait for such a result.

"I'll borrow the kitchen to cook a few dishes. You'll wait in the front hall. Don't run around." Qianhua put the expensive burden on the table, squinted and threatened Bu Qingyi, "if I don't see you when I come back, you can't have another hot meal on the way!"

With all the threatening words, lead China specially glanced at Mo Changting.

Mo guizheng turned his back to this side and covered Mo Changting's lap with a thin blanket, but they all knew that Mo GUI had seen her countless times all the way to the post house.

Bu Qingyi doesn't tell Qian Hua about the conflict between her and Mo GUI, but it's obvious that she has noticed something from her deliberate estrangement from Mo GUI, so she wants her to stay in the front hall, where Mo GUI is. Qian Hua's idea is very simple. These two people should be a perfect couple, and their tacit understanding is unmatched. If there is any conflict, it's better It must be because they didn't understand each other. Just create an opportunity for them to solve the misunderstanding.

If it doesn't work once, do it again.

There are not many servants in the world who can be so good-looking for the master, and lead China is definitely one. Coincidentally, in such a small post house, there was a man who, like lead China, was racking his brains to find a way to sew up the invisible crack between Bu Qingyi and Mo GUI.

"I'll take care of Uncle mo. master, you'd better do what you should do." Wei Jiucheng winked at Mo GUI, then turned to bu Qingyi nunuzui, who was sitting alone in the other corner, "we don't have much time all the way. Master should seize the opportunity to let us have the wedding wine early."

Mo GUI raised the corner of Yang's mouth, but he didn't smile: "don't expect me to solve this kind of problem. I don't know what's wrong. If you really want to help, you'd better ask her. I don't know what's wrong with her

"Mo GUI." Mo Changting lightly interrupts his son's complaint and reproaches him for staring at him. Then he slightly tilts his head to the Phoenix behind him and says, "Phoenix, you and Jiucheng should go to help Qianhua girl. With so many mouths to eat, she's afraid she can't help herself."

Feng Luo is smart and immediately understands the meaning of Mo Changting. She nudges Wei Jiucheng to take him away, leaving room for Mo family, a father and son with different temperaments.

In the front hall of the post house, only buqingyi and Mohist father and son were left.

"Did you go or did I ask her to come?" Mo Changting glances at his son.

"Did I use it? She has been hiding from me for so many days. Will she suddenly give up her stubbornness? " Mo GUI sighed, "when I go out, you can call her. Anyway, I've told you what happened before. I'm here. She's just perfunctory and can't ask for a word of truth. "

Mo Changting nodded and watched his son walk out of the front hall. Then he asked Bu Qingyi to sit with him as usual.

"If it's to ask about me and him, don't talk. I'm not in the mood to talk now." Bu Qingyi sits opposite Mo Changting, turns over the cup, pours a cup of hot tea and pushes it to Mo Changting, but he refuses to face him with his head down.

Mo Changting took tea and sniffed it, as if he said to himself: "although this post house is old and humble, tea is good. It's just a pity that the best person is not here. Otherwise, I will be able to talk about this pot of tea for a long time. "

Bu Qingyi's hand holding the cup trembled without any trace.

She is known for her good wine and tea.

"Don't talk about him any more." Bu Qingyi said in a low voice.

"Why? Because you are in a bad mood and related to the Lord? I remember we talked about him before, and you didn't have such resistance at that time. "

Mo Changting is twelve years older than Bu Qingyi. She has been in touch with her since she was seven years old. It's not too much to watch her grow up. She can hide her mind with indifference and avoidance. She can make Mo GUI confused, but she can't escape the eyes of Mo Changting who are too familiar with her.

"Mo GUI is at a loss. He doesn't know what he did to make you so angry. " Seeing that Bu Qingyi didn't respond, Mo Changting continued, "I didn't tell him. In fact, you're not angry. You're just hesitating. You're even more at a loss than him. I think you were touched by what he finally said to you, and it's not unreasonable. "After a pause, Mo Changting opened his mouth with a sigh.

"As a matter of fact, I am not sure whether his feelings towards you are influenced by the Lord. If you really care about that Well, it's better to separate. "