Or take the opportunity to run out and inquire about the news? But doing this the first time he came out might arouse Wu Du's vigilance, and it would be bad if he was suspected.
Duan Ling looked at the end of the alley for a long time, stood in the rain, and finally held back. The corner door leading to the prime minister's residence from the secluded courtyard was closed. Duan Ling searched for a long time to find the back door, and was made difficult by the gatekeeper.
Muqing was standing under the corridor being taught by a middle-aged man, with a cricket jar next to him. There were six or seven teenagers standing around, each looking at the middle-aged man with trepidation.
"Smash it," the middle-aged man said.
The maid took Duan Ling and came along the corridor. Seeing that the Prime Minister was angry, she did not dare to come over for a while. Seeing that the middle-aged man had an extraordinary bearing, Duan Ling froze in his heart, guessing that it might not be Mu Kuangda.
"Have you heard?" The middle-aged man taught again.
Mu Qing slammed into his heart and threw the cricket jar made of Longquan celadon on the ground, smashing it to pieces with a bang, and Mu Kuangda said, "I trample myself to death."
Mu Qing: "..."
Duan Ling stood behind the pillar and thought of his father. If he played with crickets by himself, Li Jianhong would not let him trample to death, and he might even catch him to play with him.
Muqing blushed, and finally trampled the cricket to death.
"Go back to study." The middle-aged man pointed into the room, and Mu Qing obediently went in.
Then he said to a group of teenagers: "If I see the young master fighting crickets again, I must not blame me, and now they are separated."
The teenagers were so frightened that they left in a hurry.
At this time, the middle-aged man glanced towards the end of the corridor. Duan Ling wanted to avoid it, but he was already seen.
"Who is sneaking around there?" the middle-aged man said again.
"Master." The maid came over and saluted the middle-aged man, Duan Ling also bowed and called "Master". Sure enough, the middle-aged man was Mu Kuangda.
During that time, Ling was wearing Wudu's robes, which were too big and didn't fit well, the sleeves were rolled up, and the front of the robe was knotted and tucked into the waist, which looked very comical.
"Who?" Mu Kuangda asked.
Duan Ling didn't dare to answer, knowing that it was more credible for the maid to speak than to explain herself. The maid replied on his behalf: "Reporting to the master, this person is a servant in the Wuduyuan. It is said that he came to deliver medicine to the young master."
Mu Kuangda said, "Bring the medicine and take a look."
Duan Ling took it out of his arms and was presented by the maid. Mu Kuangda looked at him while dismantling the medicine, frowning at the medicine powder.
"Master asked you." The maid pushed Duan Ling, Duan Ling looked into the room, saw Mu Qing's face ashen, standing in front of the case and looked out.
Duan Ling thought to himself that it was a powerful aphrodisiac that your son had specially assigned to Wu Du, and I hope you don't kill him. But he suddenly thought that if he sells Muqing's favor at this time, maybe it will be useful in the future... So he made up a lie and replied, "Crickets eat."
Mu Kuangda walked out of the garden, opened the medicine bag, and sprinkled all the medicine powder into the pond.
"Don't study seriously anymore." Mu Kuangda sighed, "You really are the one who lost my shepherd's family."
Mu Kuangda looked at Duan Ling again and said, "I don't know that Wu Du has an apprentice, and a pair of tricks are very bright."
Duan Ling stood silent, and Mu Kuangda added, "I really want to please the young master, so I watched him read a few more books, don't push the young master again."
Duan Ling replied yes, and Mu Kuangda was unsure, so he turned around and left.
Duan Ling touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, thinking that Mu Kuangda didn't see it, it must be a preconceived idea. He didn't look like Li Jianhong. According to his father, he looked like his dead mother. Shepherd's house is still safe. Only the lips and the corners of the mouth are a bit similar to Li Jianhong, but if you don't look carefully, there is already a "Prince", and Mu Kuangda should not have thought of himself.
"You, come in." Mu Qing said to Duan Ling.
"Young master asks you to go in, you can go in." The maid ordered.
"I didn't tell you." Mu Qing said angrily at the maid, "What are you talking about?!"
The maid had to bow and walk away, Duan Ling went in, Mu Qing was obviously still irritable, he was scolded at first, and then the medicine he finally got was scattered by his father, which was really aggrieved.
Mu Qing opened the drawer, threw a cover to Duan Ling with money in it, and said to Duan Ling, "Reward your master for repairing the roof."
"Thank you, Young Master for the reward." Duan Ling picked up Feng'er and was about to leave when Mu Qing said, "Wait a minute, do you know how this medicine is compatible?"
Duan Ling nodded restrainedly, and Mu Qing said, "When Wu Du is not around, you can get another pair for me. If you do it well, you will be rewarded. If the rumors leak out, you yourself know what will happen."
"Yes." Duan Ling replied politely.
Mu Qing squinted at him again, just in line with Duan Ling's.
Duan Ling immediately said: "You must not let the master know, nor will Wu Du know, the young master can rest assured."
Mu Qing thought to himself that this kid is very interesting, so he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
Duan Ling looked calm, and when he came back, he handed the money to Wu Du, which contained two taels of silver. Wu Du didn't say anything, took the money and sat outside the door to watch the rain. Duan Ling was thinking about the Mu family in the room, and the young man's tone was not serious. If he had the opportunity to contact Muqing, he would hear a lot of important news, and if he had the luck to win the trust of Muqing, maybe he would return. Had the opportunity to meet his fourth uncle, the current emperor.
But once you follow Muqing's side, the risk will also increase, because it is very likely that you will encounter the "Prince" and Lang Junxia. The fake prince may not recognize himself, but Lang Junxia absolutely cannot... First of all, he has to save his life.
Duan Ling remembered that his father once told him that sometimes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Lang Junxia must not know that he is not dead, nor would he have thought that he is actually hiding in the Prime Minister's mansion.
After several days, waiting and waiting, Duan Ling's chance finally came.
"Go buy two biscuits and eat them for dinner." Wu Duchao said to Duan Ling.
Wu Dushu gave some money and threw some to Duan Ling. Duan Ling felt that the day was coming to an end. Instead, he sympathized with Wu Du. Logically speaking, there is no reason for him to think that as a freelancer. It is also very sad that the money alone is being spent less and less every day.
Duan Ling went out with ten dollars in his pocket, thinking that he would treat me with a yellow robe in the future, and give you a big meal every day... But think about yourself, isn't it a mirror
Duan Ling couldn't help but look back at Wu Du, but Wu Du was very wary and said, "What are you looking at? What are you thinking about?"
Duan Ling had no choice but to carry the money and said to Wu Du, "I thought we could start our own business and eat whatever we wanted, and we didn't have to go out to buy it."
Only then did Wu Du's aura gradually calm down, and he said, "Zhou Mei is stunned!
Duan Ling nodded and left with interest.
He finally came out this day, but he didn't dare to walk around. If Lang Junxia was in the palace, he shouldn't be wandering around the streets in Yaxing. . When he entered the market, he first did what Wu Du had explained, and then went to the teahouse to see if anyone had any news.
Unexpectedly, everyone would not discuss an emperor who had been dead for more than half a year. After listening to it for a long time, Duan Ling did not dare to ask questions. I am afraid that time was wasted, so he hurried back.
Sure enough, Wu Du was still unhappy, and asked, "It took so long to buy a sesame cake? Are you waiting for the wheat to grow?"
"I don't know the way." Duan Ling said, "I went astray. Someone with a good heart told me to come back."
Duan Ling would also lie, and it was perfectly round, and Wu Du was still in the dark, and replied, "No, no, let's eat."
It is not a solution to ask in a teahouse, and there are many people, it is a place of right and wrong, and you have to change the place next time. Going to eavesdrop outside the prime minister's study is also courting death. Duan Ling thought and thought, remembering that when he was studying in Biyong Hall and Mingtang, the news came the fastest. Does Xichuan have a school
Duan Ling was busy thinking about his own affairs. He thought about whether to turn his heart away several times, test Wu Du, and pretend to inadvertently ask about the situation in the palace? But after thinking about it, it is still too dangerous. After all, people are separated from each other. In case of another Lang Junxia, no one will save him.
But after these days of observation, Duan Ling felt that although Wu Du was good at poison and medicine, he was really a decent person. He has martial arts skills, but he neither steals nor robs, nor does he rely on his ability to use poison for profit, and he is upright and upright. When he wakes up in the morning, he occasionally sees Wu Du playing a set of palms in the courtyard. When his palms fly up and down, he looks like an eagle.
After finishing the palm technique, Wu Du threw a small purse to Duan Ling.
Wu Du said, "Buy two biscuits and half a catty of wine."
Duan Ling took the money and thought that the opportunity would come again, so he quickly walked down the street and asked about the private school of the children in Xichuan. He couldn't find out what the current affairs were. The place with many students was Taixue, so he asked Qinglu Chao Taixue. Go inside.
Duan Ling came to the fence in the back garden of Taixue, moved two stones, stood outside the wall and looked into the carved window railings. There were a few students after class, standing in the garden chatting.
"... But thinking about it this way, it's also a good thing to be light-hearted and pay less." One person said, "The south can't stand the toss any more, and has to recuperate. It's just a pity that there are no generals now, so it's better not to start the military..."
Just like in the Biyong Hall in the past, when the students have nothing to do on weekdays, they like to discuss politics with an old-fashioned appearance. Most of them are discussing political affairs. Yuanren couldn't come for a while. When Liao was beaten to death by Yuan, Da Chen just sat down to reap the benefits of the fisherman. Now Mu Kuangda has drafted a new law to reduce taxes in Xichuan and even Jiangzhou, and the people still support him very much. When Zhao Kui was in power, he repressed martial arts by force, but it was easy to get into trouble.
As he talked, the conversation changed, and the attitude of the new emperor Li Yanqiu came up. The Li family had always ruled by inaction, and most of them were left alone. However, after the prince returned to the court, he was more diligent in reviewing the memorial. Most of the government affairs, still listen to Mu Kuangda.
Duan Ling forgot the time until Wu Du couldn't wait for him, and came out to look for it. He saw Duan Ling standing on a few bricks, looking into Taixue's garden, the setting sun shining on his face, his expression on his face. full of longing.
Wu Du stood in the back alley and watched for a while, then frowned, "What are you doing here?"
Duan Ling was startled and almost fell down. The students also left. Duan Ling explained, "I happened to pass by, so I just... looked inside."
He thought Wu Du was going to teach him a lesson, but Wu Du didn't say anything in the end, turned around and left. Duan Ling hurriedly followed behind, returning to the secluded courtyard, sorting out the hard-won news in his heart. After returning home, he wiped the shelf for Wu Du in the room. There was a cloth package on the shelf. Inside was a box and a sheathed sword.
The sword was Wu Du's usual saber, and apart from that, there were only books on the shelf. Duan Ling really wanted to see what was in the box, but at this time curiosity could easily kill a person, so he didn't touch it.