Shi Qingxue didn't have the nerve to let her husband know that she was deserting. She shook her head quickly, but her face was red and her eyes were wandering. She didn't look like she was okay at first glance.
So Mr. Li, who cares about students, asked again: "Are you feeling unwell and need a rest?"
Now even the other sisters looked over.
Shi Qingxue was scratching her head and trying to say something, but when she caught a glimpse of Mo Junyang looking carefree, she became so angry that she stepped on him hard while others were not paying attention.
Mo Junyang's face was twisted in pain, but facing Qingxue's threatening eyes, he had to endure it, coughed twice, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold the book firmly and I was scared when it fell." I'm sorry for hurting you, Mr. Li."
This reason is really not very reliable, but since Mo Junyang gave the answer, Li Jin just looked between the two of them suspiciously, "Be careful in the future."
Then he turned back and continued teaching.
This is the good thing about Li Jin. Even when he is facing the prince, dragon and grandson, he can treat them equally without flattery or distinction.
Shi Qingxue escaped, but she couldn't help but glared at Mo Junyang, then turned away and ignored him.
If I had known earlier, I would not have brought Mo Junyang to Qingming Residence, not to mention causing trouble and causing her to suffer the same misfortune.
Shi Baojin saw the interaction between the two and felt more and more that Shi Qingxue was an eyesore. He approached Mo Junyang again and said softly: "Prince Mo, why are you ignoring me?"
Mo Junyang looked at Shi Qingxue several times but got no response. He was once again haunted by a nymphomaniac, so he naturally didn't mention the depression in his heart.
He stood up in a hurry, nodded to Li Jin slightly, and left Shi Shiran, leaving Shi Baojin stunned and resentful.
"Hmph! That's all for so many people. I don't believe that a noble prince like you is really not a slave to meat and fish! One day, I will make you my servant!" Shi Baojin gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, silently Calculating.
And Mo Junyang didn't really want to leave. He walked out of the gate and climbed up to the dense big banyan tree outside Qingming Residence. He found a position with a good view, moved the trunk of the tree diagonally, and looked at the people who were studying seriously in the courtyard in a dignified manner. .
"Snow… "
At night, Leng Yuan's greeting card was once again delivered to Mo Junyang, the Shifu.
Mo Junyang went to the banquet, but unexpectedly Leng Yuan chose a good place: feasting, dancing, and singing.
In Yixiang Tower.
"Master Leng is so excited!" Mo Junyang said slowly while sitting in the elegant seat on the second floor, looking around at the Yingge Yanwu under the window sill.
Leng Yuan, a tall and thick-set man, felt numb at Mo Junyang's words. He forced himself to smile and said, "It's not late at night. It wouldn't be appropriate to make an appointment elsewhere."
He is also very helpless!
Today's emperor is most taboo about ministers forming cliques for personal gain. They can meet in teahouses during the day, but can't they only meet in this kind of place at night
Mo Junyang waved his hand to show that it was okay, and only asked: "Why does Master Leng want to see my son?"
Leng Yuan didn't talk nonsense and said straightforwardly: "The right prime minister went to the government office yesterday to find the minister. The two of them talked in the study for nearly an hour. It seemed that they were discussing the allocation of food and grass for the northwest army."
Although he did not hear the conversation between the two parties, after that, Feng Jifeng, the Minister of War, ordered him to gather grain and grass, and seemed to plan to transport them to the northwest.
Mo Junyang's eyes flashed, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "Then what do you think the two of them talked about?"
"These mornings, the court has been discussing the mobilization of grain and fodder. Duke Shi has written several times that grain and fodder must be sent, and the emperor has also said that the Shi family army must not be treated badly.
But transporting grain and grass is a lucrative job. Whoever transports it directly determines how much welfare will be delivered to the northwest army. But these morons only care about how much money they can get in their pockets. Who cares about the life and death of the northwest soldiers! "
The more Leng Yuan analyzed, the angrier he became.
The fierce generals and warriors of the Mo Kingdom are risking their lives for the country, but the fat-minded ministers in the court have begun to calculate their rations. Damn it!
"Oh! Master Leng seems to be quite complaining about this. In that case, why don't you advise the emperor? A certain heir apparent has neither inherited the title nor served as an official in the court. Why would Master Leng say this to such a person?" Jun Yang's tone of voice was very cold, even a little careless.
Leng Yuan did not expect that his impassioned speech did not resonate with Mo Junyang at all, and he couldn't help but feel cold.
But then he realized that Mo Junyang's coldness was not because the man was short-sighted and only focused on the present, but because Mo Junyang didn't trust him at all.
Also, he rashly asked to see him, and Mo Junyang was willing to see him, which was enough to give him face.
Leng Yuan gritted his teeth and confessed happily: "I was born in the Shi family army. When I was young, I followed Shi Lei, the old prince of Shi Lei, through life and death, and fought on the battlefield. Naturally, I can't bear the thought of others plotting against the people of the Shi family army! So I asked Prince Mo to help me. The Shi family's army is strong."
Mo Junyang half-supported his chin and played with the glass cup with his slender fingers. After a while, he said, "Shi Jiajun! Is there anything that Sir Leng thinks I can do to help?"
"This..." Leng Yuan was speechless for a moment.
To be honest, he would go to Mo Junyang because he was in a hurry and sought medical treatment.
He is a general trained by Shi Lei. He only knows how to fight to the death and does not understand politics. He is usually indifferent and taciturn in the court, and he does not want to have anything to do with any prince.
So Mo Junyang is Leng Yuan's best choice, but when it comes to finding a way, he is also in trouble. What can Mo Junyang do
The general's mind was in a state of confusion.
Mo Junyang smiled again, and finally understood why Mo Junyu was so eager to meet Leng Yuan.
This guy is simple-minded and emotional, very easy to control, and once you are kind to him, you can gain his loyalty and a certain official position.
He is simply a must-have candidate for the vanguard death squads in the force!
Mo Junyang felt funny and could see Leng Yuan's thoughts, so he did not embarrass the other party anymore and just said: "Master Leng, tell me frankly, and I will not tell you any lies. Since you have asked for me, In front of the Crown Prince, I will naturally not let you go home disappointed."
"Really!" Leng Yuan shouted excitedly, his joy beyond words.
Mo Junyang nodded and persuaded: "It's just that Prime Minister Right and Master Feng are involved in this matter. If you want it to happen, you must not be in a hurry. Please be patient."
After a pause, he asked again: "I have something else I need to ask Master Leng. Who do you think is worthy of serving as the envoy for transporting grain and grass in the imperial court?"
"Zhong Yuequan, the Zuo Lang of the Ministry of War, or Zhao Gang, the Yuanwai Lang, are both qualified for this position." Leng Yuan answered subconsciously.
Then he realized that he was suspected of being selfish, so he quickly waved his hand and clarified: "It is the Ministry of War's business to lead troops to fight, and I am not very familiar with officials from other departments. I just understand that the conduct and ability of these two people are of the highest quality. This is why I recommend you to the Crown Prince, and I am not saying good things for them because of their favors."
Mo Junyang almost laughed out loud at Leng Yuan's stupidity. Even though he had nothing to say, the other party said it first. It was really a bit of a cover-up.
"Okay, I understand." At this point, Mo Junyang had no interest in continuing the conversation and waved Leng Yuan away.
Who would have thought that Leng Yuan once again showed a troubled expression and hesitated for a long time, unable to fart.
Mo Junyang glanced at him sideways, "If you want to say anything else, just say it."
Leng Yuan's old face turned red all of a sudden, and he explained intermittently after a long while: "I hope the prince will be wise, Xiaguan is only a fourth-rank official... I have never set foot in these romantic places. I really have a big family in my family... "
He went around for a long time before he managed to explain his shy situation, and finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Can the prince share the cost of this private room equally with the lower official?"
Even though Mo Junyang was calm and indifferent to emotions and anger, he was still laughing at this time!
This Minister of War is so funny!
After walking around in circles for a long time, he even thought about the fact that the other party wanted to ask him for a reward. He didn't expect that the other party was really poor and couldn't afford the private room in Yixiang Tower, so he wanted him to pay for it too
The people Shi Lei taught were really amazing!
Leng Yuan was even more embarrassed when he laughed, and explained in a low voice: "Xiaoguan also knows that it is Xianguan who invited the prince here, so there is no reason for you to pay for drinks. Otherwise, it will be regarded as borrowed by Xianguan from you. Wait. Will I repay you next month after my official salary is paid?"
It's sad to think that a dignified fourth-rank military officer is so poor that he has to borrow money to treat guests.
Mo Junyang stopped embarrassing Leng Yuan and said sternly: "It is very rare for a master to care deeply about the country and not to be corrupt and bend the law. This banquet should be treated as a sign of respect for the master!"
Before Leng Yuan could say his words of rejection, Mo Junyang said directly: "My lord, don't worry about it. I'll treat you to a cup of tea next time you receive your salary!"
When Leng Yuan saw that Mo Junyang had suppressed his smile and had a solemn expression on his face, he realized that the other party was sincere. He couldn't help but bowed gratefully and said sincerely, "Your Majesty said this, so I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."
Mo Junyang sent Leng Yuan away and sat alone in the private room to drink for a while. He felt that it would be better to go back to the big tree outside Luotong Pavilion and sit on the big tree outside Luotong Pavilion, looking at the moon and admiring people.
Just as he was about to leave, the door was pushed open again.
A woman was wearing a light pink and purple gauze dress. She didn't even have a bellyband underneath. The translucent gauze dress didn't cover any areas that should be covered, and her shoulders were slightly exposed, making her look very seductive and wild.
Mo Junyang's pupils shrank, feeling it was an eyesore, and he asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing here?"
The woman didn't realize that she was disliked at all. Seeing Mo Junyang's tense expression, she said that the other person was tempted by her graceful figure, and took two steps forward.
This time she was even bolder, even her white thigh flesh was exposed.
He covered his lips and chuckled: "Of course, seeing that Prince Mo is lonely, the Nu family came here to relieve the boredom of Prince Mo."
As he spoke, his body leaned into Mo Junyang's arms as if he had no bones.
Mo Junyang quickly stood up and dodged to the side, causing the opponent to jump into the air. If there hadn't been a chair in front of him, he would have been smashed into pieces.
Even so, the woman fell badly. Not only did he hit the cold chair surface, but also because his center of gravity was unstable, he looked like a bastard lying on the chair, moving his limbs randomly.
From Mo Junyang's angle, he could see that the other party's thighs that were not covered were still going up, which was really unsightly.
Mo Junyang put his head aside, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Shi Baojin, I'll give you one last chance, get out!"
The voice was cold and bloodthirsty.