Mo Qiaosheng returned from Waihuang and led the army.
This expedition lasted for more than a month,
I haven't seen my lord for a whole month.
As soon as he entered the palace gate, his desire to see that person became even stronger.
He climbed the steps to the Chaowu Hall and walked across the wide terrace. His steps couldn't help but get faster and faster, and he trotted all the way around the corridor.
At the end of the sun-drenched corridor, there was a chair with wheels. Sitting on the chair was a man as rich as jade. The man was holding a scroll and was talking attentively.
The Lord held his hand on the back of his chair, listened attentively, and responded with a few words from time to time.
Mo Qiaosheng had no choice but to stop.
He adjusted his breathing and stepped forward to perform a military salute.
"Qiao Sheng, are you back?" Cheng Qianye looked at him and said with a smile.
"Has Zixi's mother been brought back? How is the old lady's condition?"
The Lord still cares so much about Zhou Zixi.
Mo Qiaosheng felt sad for a moment: "Reporting to my lord, Mrs. Ji is in good health, but she still doesn't recognize anyone. She has been settled in the courtyard where Mr. Zhou... Zhou lives."
Zhou Zixi donated his hand and saluted, saying with gratitude: "Thank you, General Mo. The general's kindness in helping the family will be remembered by Zixi in his heart."
Mo Qiaosheng returned the favor.
He saw his lord bend down slightly and said to Zhou Zixi in a friendly manner: "I'm so lucky that the old lady is safe. Now I can finally rest assured."
After saying this, he personally pushed Zhou Zixi's wheelchair out.
Mo Qiaosheng turned sideways and bowed his head in greeting. The clattering wheel passed by his feet, followed by the lord's robe.
The lord didn't even stop to look at me. Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly.
However, at the moment when he passed by, Cheng Qianye suddenly released a hand and grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's palm.
He carried it behind his back, squeezed it tightly, and rubbed it back and forth with his fingertips.
Mo Qiaosheng fell down the line and was led behind his master.
His face couldn't help but blush.
The guards on both sides were looking at their noses and their noses were looking at their hearts, looking like they were turning a blind eye.
It was Biyun who came forward with a red face and took over Zhou Zixi's wheelchair.
"My lord, let me send Mr. Zhou back." Biyun said.
Cheng Qianye sent Zhou Zixi down the steps towards my palace and asked Biyun: "Biyun, you are more considerate, so I will leave the care of the old lady to you. Make arrangements carefully and be sure to take good care of the old lady. If you need anything, just go to Manager Lu directly and just say it was my order, got it?"
Biyun pushed Zhou Zixi's wheelchair far away on the palace road, and then quietly looked back.
I happened to see the lord pushing General Mo into the Chaowu Palace on the pavilion.
Oops, my lord didn't remember to close the door, and those blind people outside the door didn't know how to quietly help.
…
Outside Bianzhou City, there is a huge grassland.
This is a newly established place for breeding military horses.
Sima Tu was appointed by Cheng Qianye to take charge of the breeding and maintenance of military horses here.
When Mo Qiaosheng found him, he was wearing Hu clothes and busy looking at several stallions introduced from the Western Regions.
"Qiaosheng, you're here just in time." He took Mo Qiaosheng's hand and asked, "How about coming and taking a look at these horses?"
"This is a rare good horse." Mo Qiaosheng said, "Although they don't look very impressive, they are actually strong in muscles and bones, have long-lasting endurance, and can withstand long distances. They are most suitable for use in the military."
"That's right!" Sima Tu high-fived, "It's exactly what I thought. I want to breed a batch of them so that our cavalry can be invincible."
"By the way, Qiao Sheng, what do you want from me?"
Mo Qiaosheng's face turned red for a moment.
Sima Tu took Mo Qiaosheng to the government office where he rested on weekdays.
He found two cups, boiled a pot of wine, and filled a cup for Mo Qiaosheng.
The two clinked their glasses, and Mo Qiaosheng raised the glass to his lips and drank slowly.
"What do you mean?" Sima Tu asked while adding wine to him, "You want to ask me about the techniques to please my lord?"
Mo Qiaosheng held back his shame and nodded.
"But," Sima Tu spread his hands, "I'm not very familiar with Longyang's way either."
"But...but I don't know who to ask."
"Why do you suddenly think of asking this? Haven't you and my lord... been in love yet?"
Mo Qiaosheng's face turned red instantly. He hesitated several times, but finally decided to speak out: "I don't know why, my lord, he never really agrees with me..."
"Why is this?" Sima Tu asked in surprise, "My lord obviously likes you so much that he doesn't even try to hide his relationship with you."
"Is it you? Are you showing resistance to sex in bed?"
Mo Qiaosheng said in a low mood: "Although I am pleased with my lord, I am really not used to this. My lord may have noticed it, so he would rather endure it than force himself on me."
Sima Tu laughed, "So you do mind this. If it were me, as long as it's the person I like, no matter who she is, I won't refuse."
He approached Mo Qiaosheng and said, "Princess, there is a medicine. I will go and get a bottle for you. You can drink it yourself and I will ensure that you won't resist anything."
Mo Qiaosheng blushed and turned away: "I sincerely ask you for advice. Don't make fun of me."
"Why am I making fun of you? Are you so anxious all of a sudden because of that Zhou Zixi?" Sima Tu looked at him and asked.
Mo Qiaosheng was silent.
"I've seen that man. He's handsome, polite, and full of poems. The most important thing is that he has a crippled leg and a pitiful life experience. My lord can't help but feel pity for him. You are often away from home, but he is always there. Accompanying the Lord, indeed..."
He said what was on Mo Qiaosheng's mind, and Mo Qiaosheng felt a wave of irritation in his heart.
"Let's do this. I'll give you this." Sima Tu pulled out a silk book from the drawer. He tapped it gently and said with a smile, "You go back and study by yourself. You must capture the lord's heart. Don’t let anyone take your love away from you.”
Mo Qiaosheng hesitated several times, and finally grabbed the silk book, hid it in his arms, and stood up to say goodbye.
…
Cheng Qianye was in Yao Tianxiang’s women’s school,
The two of them stood on the pavilion and watched some plainly dressed civilian women coming in and out of the pavilion.
This vast mansion was originally a princess mansion given to Yao Tianxiang by Cheng Qianye according to his original promise.
But Yao Tianxiang now lives in Qifeng Pavilion in her palace and has changed it into the first female school in Jin according to her own will.
This women's school is not like a men's school where students learn the six arts of a gentleman.
In addition to learning some basic cultural knowledge, the focus is on teaching various life skills.
Female professors from the showroom, tie-dyeing, textile, mulberry raising, food shop and other industries were invited here to give lectures. All students will learn simple literacy and arithmetic in the morning. In the afternoon, you can choose the courses you want to study.
Tuition is very cheap. If there are students from poor families who are struggling to make ends meet, the college can also provide tuition on credit.
Therefore, most of the people who come to study are women with civilian status. They want to acquire a skill so that they can support their family.
"It's interesting, Tianxiang, what do you think?" Cheng Qianye held on to the railing of the pavilion and looked at the separated classrooms under the pavilion and asked,
"I thought you would open a school for aristocratic women to study poetry. But I didn't expect you to open such a... practical school."
Yao Tianxiang smiled: "Why should I set up a school for aristocratic women to recite poems and compose poems? Provide them with a place to socialize?"
"What I hope is to improve the status of us women in life." She stretched out two fingers and gestured, "Even just a little bit."
"After these women return home after studying, some can even support the family's finances, and they will have more say in the family. At least they will be more knowledgeable and no longer blindly follow men's appendages. My current abilities are limited, and I can That’s all we can do.”
"You are right. Economic status often determines social status." Cheng Qianye patted Yao Tianxiang on the shoulder, "Tianxiang, you are really a keen and knowledgeable woman. It is a pity that you live in this era. If..."
"What if it is?" Yao Tianxiang asked strangely.
Cheng Qianye spilled the beans and felt embarrassed.
Yao Tianxiang pushed her shoulder: "It's you, how long do you plan to keep this secret from Qiao Sheng? Is he going to Zhengzhou again? You are really cruel."
Cheng Qianye fell into thinking.
"Your Qiaosheng seems to be worried about gains and losses recently," Yao Tianxiang whispered, "He came to see Sima Tu yesterday..."
When Cheng Qianye returned to the palace, the setting sun was shining in the evening, and palace lanterns were held everywhere in the palace.
She sat at the table for a while, feeling a little uneasy.
So she walked out and walked half a circle around the corridor. The side room that was only separated from her dormitory by a wall also had dim candlelight.
Although Hashio lives near him, he has never taken the initiative to look for him at night without being summoned.
Cheng Qianye was curious for a moment and quietly approached the house. Through the gap in the window lattice, she saw Mo Qiaosheng flipping through a book under the lamp.
"Hashio?"
Cheng Qianye knocked on the door.
There was a panicked sound coming from inside the house, as if someone had fallen off a chair.
A moment later, Mo Qiaosheng opened the door. He looked flustered and his face was crimson.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianye bit his lip and stretched out his hand, "What are you so nervous about? Show me?"
Mo Qiaosheng's eyes averted, he turned his face away, his body stiffened, and he refused to speak.
For the first time, he refused his lord's request.
Cheng Qianye smiled, she knew what it was: "Would you like to take a hot spring bath? Tonight? Just the two of us will go."
The Moon God Spring in the Western Mountains is shrouded in white mist, and at night when foxes, fire and insects are chirping, it seems like a dream.
Mo Qiaosheng soaked his body in the warm spring water. He held a black ribbon in his hand and raised it to tie his eyes.
The expedition against the Quanrong will soon begin. This may be the last chance to be alone with the lord before going to Zhengzhou.
Mo Qiaosheng warned himself repeatedly in his heart: No matter what the master does, he must show that he likes him. This time, I will definitely make my lord happy, and I will never be like before.
"Would you like to take off the belt and take a look? Hashio."
A voice sounded near the spring.
Take off the belt
The Lord asked me to take off the belt in front of my eyes.
Mo Qiaosheng hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and untied the black silk belt in front of him.
He turned around slowly.
There is a figure sitting on the bank of the white marble pool. The man has long hair, a smile on his lips, and his delicate feet gently slide into the water.
Clad in moonlight, she walked toward him like a dream.
The author has something to say: I may have to change a lot of things recently, but it will not affect the main plot. You can see that there are updates in the previous chapters, so you don’t have to read them specially.