The most suitable person who can do this is Jiang Yexue.
Therefore, Mo Xi did not delay, and immediately walked in a hurry, heading towards the Mercy Smelting Shop.
At this time, the night was dark, and the location of the Cixin Smelting Shop was far from the downtown, and there were not many people along the way. Halfway through the road, a horse-drawn carriage came rushing from the cold fog in the distance. As the carriage approached, I could see the golden bells hanging from the four corners of the canopy painted with Danzhu bat paint. .
The coachman wrapped his head in a shawl, tucked his sleeves and whipped his whip on the horse's buttocks.
"Wangshu Jun is here, give way quickly—"
Mo Xi frowned slightly, Murong Lian
It's so late, where is he going
Before he could think about it, the carriage had already galloped towards him. The night was too dark, the driver did not see Mo Xi's face clearly, and still shouted at the top of his voice: "Get out of the way! Don't block Wang Shujun's way!"
Mo Xi dodged, followed a man near him and pulled his mother-in-law aside, bowed his head respectfully and waited for Murong Lian's carriage to pass by, then revealed his disgust and whispered, "In the middle of the night, Still shouting to clear the way, let Rang, let Rang-qi, ask the ghost to make way for him? There are only a few people on the road, so I am panicking!"
Mo Xi sighed secretly, thinking that Murong Lian was a real playboy and was unpopular.
However, Mo Xi glanced back at the carriage that had passed away, and felt a little strange in his heart. Murong Lian is extremely lazy, he can't afford the sunshine, and he never goes out when he has nothing to do. What's going on today...
The car at Wangshu Mansion quickly disappeared around the corner and disappeared.
Mo Xi's eyelids twitched slightly, and for some reason he felt his heart palpitate, but he had very important things to do at this time, and he was a person who didn't really like to trust intuition, so he didn't think too much. think. He turned his head, walked behind Murong Lian's carriage, and walked forward.
Compassionate smelting outside the shop.
"Ah..." Uncle Song opened the door with his dim eyes. Taking advantage of the clear moonlight, he saw Mo Xi's face in the moonlight. He was stunned for a while before saying, "It's Young Master Mo..."
Mo Xi asked, "Is Elder Qingxu here?"
"Ye Xue." Boss Song coughed twice, with a thick phlegm sound, "Ye Xue, he won't be at the shop tonight, he said he had something to do and went out looking for a sneak."
The old man was getting old, and his speech was rambling, and after he finished speaking, he happily added: "He also said that he would bring me some cakes from Lianhuafang tomorrow morning. This child is filial and knows the red sweet-scented osmanthus in that shop. Cake is the best, I-"
If you let the old man go on and on, there will be no end. Mo Xi had to interrupt him and said, "Old man, I'm looking for him urgently, do you know where he went?"
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, of course. He went to the Academy, and probably won't be back tonight."
"So... thank you, old man."
Mo Xi thanked the old man Song, coaxed him back to the shop to rest, and closed the door of the Cixin Smelting shop for Jiang Yexue, put up the "closed" sign, and headed towards the school. go.
But not long after walking on the main trail, Mo Xi suddenly encountered another group of people. This time, it was a black and blue carriage, decorated with silver skull bells and painted with the totem of the night owl.
This is the chariot of Zhou He, the elder Zhou He.
Zhou He is also a close relative with the royal family. He is not as tall as Murong Lian, and he is not as domineering as Murong Lian, but everyone in Chonghua knows that his methods are cruel and not easy to mess with. Moreover, he has a withdrawn temperament, and loves the Sjutai more than his own Zhou family. He is an out-and-out magician.
Seeing Zhou He's chariots and horses rolling toward the bluestone trail, Mo Xi couldn't help frowning.
What's going on tonight? Why is it already this hour, Murong Lian is not sleeping, Zhou He is not sleeping, one or two are rushing out. Could it be that something happened to your Majesty
But if your Majesty is really in trouble, Mengze won't sit and review the files so calmly, and he won't be ignorant of it...
He watched the wind lantern of Elder Zhou He's carriage and horses get farther and farther on the trail, and finally turned into two swaying star-like little orange dots, engulfed by the endless night. For some reason, the empty throbbing in his heart became stronger and stronger.
He always felt that something that he could not see the outline of at the moment seemed to be about to happen.
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"Xihe-kun."
Outside the Xiuzhen Academy, in front of the ten-person Yangling Jade gate, they guarded lewdly, but they also dutifully stopped Mo Xi.
"It's so late, the palace gates are all keyed, you're here..."
The Academy is like no other place. It is the place where all the young monks of Chonghua retreat and practice. It is also known as the Palace of Dawn of Chonghua.
Because the academy is filled with young children who have not yet been deeply involved in the world, its security is even stricter than that of the royal city. For example, Xi Hejun could enter the royal city without going through the escort, but he would be questioned at the gate of the Xiuzhen Academy.
Mo Xi knew the rules and was not angry, he just said, "I'm here to find someone, can Elder Qingxu stay in the Academy today?"
"It turns out that Xihe-Jun is going to find Elder Qingxu." The guard smiled, "Elder Qingxu has a visitor today, and the visitor hasn't left yet. Do you think you have to wait?"
Jiang Yexue is an elegant gentleman. On weekdays, when others have something to worry about, they are willing to look for him, because they know that he has a humble temperament and is easy to talk to.
But I didn't expect that they had just returned from Bat Island, and they hadn't even rested all night, and Jiang Yexue actually had another visitor.
Mo Xi didn't want to bother, but the fact that the jade slip was repaired couldn't be delayed, so he said, "It's okay, I'll go find him myself."
So as usual, he took the jade pendant of the Academy, kept it in the book, opened the door, and entered the Xiuzhen Academy.
The night was quiet, and the little monks had to follow the practice rules and regulations set by the elders. Hai Shi had already fallen asleep, and there was no one around. The eaves and tiles of the huge Xiuzheng School are flying upwards, and the golden tiles are covered with silver and white floating light, like a dead butterfly resting quietly under the sky, and it looks extraordinarily splendid and dreamlike by the reflection of the bright and clear moon.
After graduating from school and joining the army, Mo Xi seldom returned to the academy. But fortunately, there was not much change in the school. The school grounds, the gardens, and the palace buildings were still similar to when he was practicing.
Mo Xi had no time to reminisce about the past, so he hurriedly hurried to the elders' residence with the universe bag full of secrets and hope under his robe sleeve.
When he walked to the residence of the elders of Goulian and the Baiyudai Bridge in Wujianping, he suddenly saw a person walking in the distance, Mo Xi fixed his eyes and couldn't help being stunned.
... Murong Chuyi
I saw Murong Chuyi lowered his head, but did not see Mo Xi on the other side of the Jade Bridge, who was walking silently.
He is not as immortal and airy as usual. For some reason, his steps were a little messy, his hair bun was a little crooked, and a few strands of fine forehead were hanging on his porcelain jade face.
Mo Xi frowned and said, "...Mr. Murong."
Murong Chuyi raised his head suddenly, as if taken aback.
His normally cold and arrogant face was now filled with a layer of panic and embarrassment, but what surprised Mo Xi even more was that the end of Murong Chuyi's eyes were red, as if he had just suffered some kind of humiliation. , and the humiliation was bluntly endured by him, turned into a soft red brocade fish tail, two rouge colors rippled in the water, dragging on the tip of the phoenix eyes.
"you… "
Murong Chuyi bit her pale and withered lips, their lips were torn, and there was blood in the place where they pressed together. He turned his face away abruptly, and after a while, as if he was afraid that someone would think that there was no silver in this place, he turned around and turned back, a pair of eyes that were as clear as frost and sharp as knives looked at Mo put out.
There was still water vapor in those eyes, although Murong Chuyi probably felt that he had concealed himself well, and he also had a bit of a fierce color, but Mo Xi only felt that—
The cover up is really bad.
Weakness, resentment, humiliation... nothing hides it.
After a long silence, Mo Xi asked, "… Is Mr. alright?"
"… it is good."
The two looked at each other with their own thoughts.
With their temperaments and relationship, no amount of care is necessary. Mo Xi doesn't like to be meddled, and Murong Chuyi doesn't like to be meddled. Murong Chuyi said, "Let's go."
They bowed to each other and passed by.
The night wind blew through Murong Chuyi's snow-white wide sleeves, and the fragrance of citrus flowers swept across the sleeves. Mo Xi turned his head to the side, vaguely feeling that in addition to this elegant fragrance, there was also a faint smell on his body, as if he was in the air. Another person has been around, but if you think about it carefully, it seems like you want to reach out to catch the haze, and you can't catch a trace.
Mo Xi looked at Murong Chuyi's retreating back, frowned and said softly, "Why did he come to the Academy...?"
Naturally, no one would answer him. Mo Xi stood there for a while, then turned around and continued to walk forward—although the elders' residences in the Xiuzhen Academy were in the same place, they were far apart, and each building was built according to the elders' preferences. built. For example, Elder Caiwei, who teaches wood spells, her house is hidden among a forest of flowers and vines. The walls are covered with rose vines. . Elder Chang Hong, who teaches swordsmanship, his residence is surrounded by a lightning-colored barrier. There is a huge garden around the house, but there are no rocks, flowers and plants, but there are swords of different widths and a mix of old and new. At least there are thousands of them. Bundle.
Jiang Yexue's residence was an ordinary wooden hut, with a row of bamboos swaying outside the courtyard, which seemed extraordinarily elegant and normal among these lunatics.
Mo Xi walked along the path paved with finely broken white stones and gravel to the front of Jiang Yexue's gate. With his long index finger bent, he knocked on the wooden gate.
"Elder Qingxu."
There was no movement in the house, and after a few more knocks, the door creaked open.
"… "
In the gap of the hidden door, a little mud servant poked his head out, but its mud head was knocked out, and only half of its head was left, and it was weeping in grief. Mo Xi knew that Jiang Yexue had always cherished these mud servants, and it was impossible to damage them, so he couldn't help but groaned and asked, "Where is your lord?"
"Lord... Lord... cluck cluck..."
The little mud servant was so bad that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and could only squeak around in place.
"Lord... don't... Lord..."
The door was left open, and the mud servant smashed it. Mo Xi was worried that something happened to Jiang Yexue, so he pushed the door and walked in. This time it was even more shocking.
I saw bloodstains scattered on the ground paved with bamboo, and a Ru porcelain celestial ball bottle placed on the wall was also smashed and shattered, and it has not been cleaned up.
"Brother Jiang!"
Mo Xi quickly stepped into the inner hall, but there was no one there. Going to bed again, pushing the door and entering it is darkness - there are no lights in the room, the curtains are tightly closed, but the air is filled with something that seems familiar, but I can't remember where I smelled it. the taste of. Mo Xi raised his hand and ignited a ball of fire, illuminating the room. There was no one in the room, but the mattress was messy, and a few wrinkled snow-white clothes were thrown in the corner, and the rest was no different...
"Xi He-kun?"
-shape.
Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out from behind, Mo Xi turned back suddenly, and saw Jiang Yexue sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a loose linen white bathrobe, wiping the long dripping hair as black as ink with one hand, while looking at Mo Xi in amazement. .
"why you?"