Yu Jun

Ze'er met Cheng Ting outside the second hall. He looked up and down at the tall and mighty Cheng Ting, who could fight and lead the way, and said, "Master, let's go?"

Cheng Ting touched his chin: "Don't blow the xun, you can go."

The two coincided with each other, took the lantern, and walked around the Mo Mansion. Zell didn't speak, but looked around calmly, Cheng Ting looked at his braids and said, "What do you think of the Mo Mansion? "

Zell casually said: "Yes, rich."

"It's really good, don't wait for the pot, just follow Lefeng and become an acquaintance."

Zell kicked the stone away: "I will go back."

Cheng Ting's slit eyes widened: "You prisoner still want to go back?"

He tilted his head and thought again: "It's not impossible. If one day, there are peace talks in the fortress and the two countries exchange prisoners, you can still go back."

Zell frowned at him and watched him reach out and pluck a hollyhock hairpin on his temples. He glanced at himself casually and then moved away aimlessly. In line with his behavior, he seemed to be carefree. Unrestrained and unconcerned with everyone.

"You Han people like to lock yourself in a narrow place and make your own cage with books. We don't like it. We like the sky high and the earth wide, herding horses and cattle, and being close to heaven, earth and God."

Cheng Ting glanced at him, and also felt that Zell's gaze was very explicit, with undisguised desire and wildness, and even a special kind of arrogance.

He retorted: "We call it etiquette education. The reason why mortals are more valuable than animals is because of courtesy. You are uncivilized barbarians, no different from animals."

"You Han people just talk heresy," Zell looked at the place where no candles were lit, "We don't follow that."

"It's not that you don't want to do this, it's that you don't have the ability to do it, and you can't even learn it."

Zell sneered: "Whatever you say."

"I didn't say this casually. If you really like herding horses and cattle, why do you still want to come in every day? You have a hard mouth. In fact, you have learned how to shit in the latrine, otherwise you are still like animals. Shit all over the floor."

Zell felt that Cheng Ting's mouth really deserved a beating. He was not an opponent, but he couldn't really beat him, so he had to swallow this bad breath.

After squashing a grasshopper on the ground flat with one foot, he took out the xun and blew twice violently, which made Cheng Ting furious on the spot: "Learn from others! You can learn how to blow the xun!"

The two turned against each other in the blink of an eye, but they never left. They continued walking until they reached Jiusixuan, when Zell suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Cheng Ting gave a "tsk" sound: "This is Mofu's Zhaixue—a place to study, don't go in, the bookish smell inside is not as smelling like your horse dung."

Zell swallowed his anger, not as knowledgeable as he, and raised his head to think.

The ancient trees in the courtyard are towering and towering, with dark green crowns, condensed on the roof of the pavilion, and the breeze is difficult to enter, which envelops Jiusi Pavilion in a cold and deep, cold air that melts and does not dissipate.

When I looked up, I saw that the trunk was huge and the roots stood upright. I couldn't tell when it was planted.

Zell has been here and climbed it.

Climb up and look to the west, you can see Ertang and Changsuiju, which are separated only by a road.

Looking south, you can see the ridge of the library.

Looking north, you can overlook the back garden.

It's an excellent hiding place.

Under the darkness of night, Zell's eyes were full of deep shadows, and in the low places illuminated by the fire, there were occasional clusters of yellow leaves, which had begun to wither, and there were few gaps between the branches.

If someone hides inside, motionless, it is difficult to be found.

Just as he was searching inch by inch, he saw several wood babblers, as if they were frightened, suddenly rushed out of the canopy of the tree, made a loud "chirp" sound, and jumped between the branches.

One babbler called, and all the nearby babblers yelled, and even the babblers in the back garden were noisy because of this, one after another, and the noise continued.

Zell's eyes were instantly confused, and no matter how hard he tried to look for the person, he couldn't find any trace.

He frowned, lowered his head, and walked towards the back garden.

On the roof of Jiusixuan, a man in short green and brown clothes lay motionless. His head, clothes and sleeves were covered with leaves. A woodbird stood on his head, but he did not move at all.

After a while, Zell turned back, and the crowing of the babble gradually subsided. He looked up at the crown of the tree, but still found nothing.

Until Ze'er and Cheng Ting moved away from Jiu Sixuan again, the people on the roof jumped down from the roof without a sound, shook off the fallen leaves on their bodies, and like the servants of the Mo family, lowered their heads, hunched their backs slightly, and walked hurriedly and silently out.

The Qiang people found him.

He wants to do it as soon as possible and leave Mo Mansion.

Not a moment after he walked out of Jiusixuan, he met a few servants who were carrying medicine dregs and were about to bury them in the back garden. Behind these servants, there were three women who were completely different from the Mo family's female family members. The figure is straight, the steps are sonorous and powerful, the sharp knife is stuck in the waist, and the right hand is placed on the waist, ready to draw the knife at any time.

The three of them were standing on the way to the second hall, staring intently at the people passing by.

The man in Tsing Yi slowed down his pace, his eyes rolled slightly, and he walked straight forward towards the study.

As he walked, he observed the situation. When he had walked about twenty steps, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Hey, where are you from and what are you doing?"

The man in Tsing Yi quickly stopped in his tracks, lowered his head and replied, "The one pouring out the medicine dregs is in a hurry, come in and relieve yourself."

Seeing this, the interrogator told him to go and come back quickly, then turned and left.

After the man in Tsing Yi entered the official room, he immediately climbed up the wall, leaped onto the roof of the study room, jumped from the roof onto a big tree, and hid in the crown of the tree.

He looked down from the canopy, and saw the Mo Mansion, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly "lived" at this moment, the guards were patrolling one by one, the lights wandered with it, and even the footsteps of the servants hurried up.

The soldiers brought back by Mo Lingfeng were also walking around with knives.

Mo Mansion has already started searching for him!

He got down from the tree, left the study, and walked to a row of warehouses on the east side of the study.

The warehouse servants gathered in the side room to eat and drink, completely oblivious to the changes outside.

Through the moonlight, the man in Tsing Yi identified a warehouse that people often came in and out of. He found a dusty window in an inconspicuous corner, broke the edge of the window, pushed the window and got in.

This warehouse is full of camphor wood boxes, and each box has a name on it. When he opened the box with the "A big box" on it, he saw that it was full of spices.

Not surprisingly, someone will come to pick up the spices soon - the Mo mansion will burn incense all over the place, day and night, and a lot of spices are used.

He hid behind the window, poked open the bright paper on the water chestnut grid and looked out, staring at every move outside.

Four quarters of an hour later, a servant came with a lantern, first went to the ear room to hand in the sign, and then came over with the key, opened the warehouse door, came in and took a piece of cliff incense, and put it in the wooden box.

Like a ghost, the man in Tsing Yi quietly walked behind the visitor, stretched out his hands, held the head of the visitor with lightning speed, and twisted it forcefully.

With a sound of "click", the visitor's neck broke, and he fell limply to the ground. The wooden box in his hand was dropped, and before it landed, the man in Tsing Yi picked it up in his hand.

Without any extra movement, he stuffed the body into the camphor wooden box, and holding the wooden box, he walked out of the warehouse and went to the second hall.