Sister Hui's hands were cold, and she pulled Xu Qinghuan forward in a hurry.
In the garden, several maids were talking to a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. They were talking and laughing, with relaxed expressions on their faces.
Xu Qinghuan looked at the girl. She had smooth eyebrows and beautiful appearance. When she smiled, she had two round dimples on her cheeks. She was very cute.
"Sister Hui, are you sure?" Xu Qinghuan asked.
Sister Hui nodded affirmatively: "Grandma, I remember very clearly. She was very beautiful, with two round dimples on her face." She was very nervous, and tightened Xu Qinghuan's hand, feeling a little at a loss.
Xu Qinghuan continued: "Has she seen you?"
"No," Sister Hui pursed her lips, "I'm not allowed to go to the front yard."
Xu Qinghuan raised his feet and continued walking forward.
Hearing the footsteps, the maids turned their heads and saluted immediately when they saw Xu Qinghuan.
One of the maids came forward and said: "The house has been tidied up, and we are learning needlework from the embroiderer." As she said this, she looked at the girl beside her.
"Grandma." The girl's voice was like a clear spring, and she stepped forward to salute Xu Qinghuan.
Xu Qinghuan's eyes fell on the bamboo basket: "The embroidery is very good."
When the mother in charge saw what was going on here, she immediately came over and replied: "My wife was afraid that we would be rough, so she specially found an embroiderer from the south to come here. This child is young but has good skills."
Such girls should be rare in northern Xinjiang, so these maids would learn needlework around her.
After saying this, the steward mother said: "The banquet is ready. Madam asked me to invite you over."
Xu Qinghuan nodded and pulled Sister Hui forward.
Sister Hui remained silent, not daring to look at the girl more. It wasn't until she was far away that Xu Qinghuan felt that Sister Hui was relieved.
Sister Hui raised her head to look at Xu Qinghuan, with a look of envy in her eyes. She wondered when she would be able to be as calm as Grandma, no matter what happened.
"Grandma," Sister Hui whispered while no one was around, "What are you going to do?"
"I will have people go to the city to investigate. She must have some agenda when she comes here," Xu Qinghuan said. "If we investigate carefully, we will find clues."
…
After the banquet, Mo Tuo took Wang Shu and Mo Zheng to stay in the courtyard arranged by the Ma family.
Motuo drank a lot of wine at the banquet and drank a large cup of tea before letting out a long sigh of relief. He got a lot of news at this banquet.
The Prince of Anyihou still looks a little immature, but he is not without merit as rumored. He seems to be much more alert than Wang Shu. He has been practicing in the military camp for some time, and he is probably able to stand alone.
The Governor of the Song Dynasty is even more unfathomable. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for him to come to Nu'er.
Motuo thought about it and looked at Mo Zheng. When he saw Mo Zheng's flashing eyes, Motuo frowned: "What did you all say to Governor Song?"
"It's nothing," Wang Shu said immediately when he felt the tension in the atmosphere. "My cousin and I just went to ask for food. It snowed heavily in the north last year. Our slaves froze to death last year and many people starved to death. If the imperial court can provide some relief, our people will
Everyone can have a better time, and we want to help.”
Mo Tuo looked at Mo Zheng: "Is that so? Governor Song and Grandma Song are here for the case. You can help, but you have to do what you can and don't make your own decisions. If you implicate the tribe, I will definitely deal with you, and I will never do it.
Be merciful."
"When did father show mercy?" Mo Zheng said indifferently.
Mo Tuo's eyes twitched, and Wang Shu stood up to persuade him again.
"You go out," Mo Tuo ordered, "I will have a few words with Mo Zheng."
Wang Shu had no choice but to turn around and retreat.
There were only two father and son left in the room. Before Mo Tuo could speak again, Mo Zheng stood up and said, "Father, don't worry, I know Grandma Song is good at solving cases, but I didn't tell her about my mother."
Motuo's expression changed, and his voice became much stern: "You still think there is something behind your mother's death? I told you long ago that your mother suffered a sudden serious illness. I think you are possessed by evil spirits. Even you
Neither my grandfather nor I want to listen. If you continue like this, I will..."
"Send me to see my mother?" Mo Zheng said calmly, "Does my father feel no guilt for his mother? He is upright and upright in front of the clan, but in fact he is secretly sneaky, so he cried bitterly in his mother's room when no one was around.
I've seen it all.
You don't dare to say it, just because you are afraid that your grandfather will hate you and will not pass on the position of leader to you. You are not a warrior at all but a coward.
Father, why didn't you tell me that my mother was killed by my grandfather? Why did my grandfather kill my mother? Did my mother discover my grandfather's secret..."
Motuo's eyes widened, he stood up and took a few steps, raising his hand.
Don't evade or hide.
That slap hit Mo Zheng firmly on the face: "If you let me hear such words again, I will kill you."
After speaking, Mo Li left the room, and Mo Zheng stood there with a sarcastic sneer on his face.
…
Xu Qinghuan leaned on the chair and flipped through the books he bought from the market.
Although there are not many types of books, you can buy everything from the Four Books and Five Classics to the Essential Art of Qi Min. This is not far from Nuergan. The tribe of Nuergan should be able to understand the Great Zhou Dynasty through these books.
My father once said that the Nuergan tribe was reluctant to interact with the Zhou people at first. Thanks to the leader of Haixi, they gradually let down their guard. The old leader was bent on making good friends with the Zhou Dynasty.
It can also be seen from Mo Zheng that Mo Zheng knows how to plan, his handwriting is neat, and his Mandarin is excellent. The leader of Haixi must want to get close to Zhou Dynasty.
There is a growing gap between Nuerqian and Dazhou. In addition to the problems with Dazhou officials, there must also be reasons for Nuerqian. When the tribes suddenly fell into chaos in her previous life, she had such thoughts, but she did not understand the reason.
The whole story.
Xu Qinghuan looked out the window and wondered why Song Chengxuan hadn't come back so late.
Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Lingyun came in and replied: "Grandma, Captain Ma has drunk too much. He is holding me and refuses to let go, and he is coming this way."
Xu Qinghuan immediately stood up and walked out. He saw two figures walking not far away, Song Chengxuan and Ma Dudu supporting each other.
Governor Ma's voice came intermittently: "Brother Song Xian, do you feel better? This trick of mine is the best way to relieve hangovers. On weekdays, when the soldiers and I drink too much, we will walk around in the garden. If
If you're still awake, walk around for a while, and the smell of alcohol will be blown away by the wind as you walk."
Song Chengxuan's face was as sinking as water, and he went to help the staggering Governor Ma from time to time.
"I still have many things to say to Brother Song Xian," said Governor Ma. "We, the Jinzhou Guards, are in a miserable state. It's really unspeakable. When we see a pirate ship, we have no choice but to turn around and run away. As long as there is a big ship that can be used."
, I will fight those pirates to the end.
The armaments allocated by the imperial court were used to defend the important towns in the east and to deal with Japanese pirates at sea. The important towns in the east were fine. I have several sons, all of whom are capable of fighting, but at sea... I could only be beaten. It was really a shame and a great humiliation.
"
Xu Qinghuan was about to lead someone forward to help Captain Ma, but he stopped when he heard this. Captain Ma was "drunk", but he spoke so fluently. Compared with Mr. Song when he was drunk, he seemed to be even better.
"Young Master pretended to be drunk and wanted to come back, but he didn't expect to lose to Governor Ma," Yong Ye whispered close to Xu Qinghuan, "He was defeated unexpectedly."
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but admire that it was the veteran who took the initiative.
Yong Ye continued: "This Governor Ma is called Ma Bapi. No matter which official from the Great Zhou Dynasty comes, Governor Ma will try his best to leave something behind."
So the young master is in trouble this time.
Xu Qinghuan retracted his hands into his sleeves. The current situation seemed to be different from his previous life. In his previous life, Governor Ma refused to accept all the benefits from Li Xu.
As for the truth, Mr. Song needs to be troubled to investigate carefully. Moreover, when they come to investigate the case, they should really be on good terms with Governor Ma.
She should leave some time for Mr. Song and Governor Ma to have more discussions, so that they can understand each other.
Furthermore, Mr. Song cheated on her several times when he was drunk and often stood by the river without getting his shoes wet. Mr. Song, an old bird, deserved a fall.
Song Chengxuan looked at Xu Qinghuan's bright eyes, his heart sank, and his brows furrowed deeper. Then he saw the slender figure saluted him, then turned around and left.
It became more and more outrageous. Song Chengxuan's eyes were as cold as ice. He had ignored him before in order to investigate the case, but now he easily sold him to Governor Ma.
After today, he will definitely revive his husband.
