Mo Ming waited in the East Palace for nearly an hour before Zhu Jiannan appeared. Judging by his appearance, he had just finished taking a bath and was wiping his hair with a dry towel while walking.
Seeing Mo Ming, he didn't care about his still wet hair. He threw the towel away and left it to the palace maid to take care of it.
Mo Ming was on the third stage of brewing tea, and it tasted just right. Seeing that the main seat was empty, Zhu Jiannan took a few steps and sat at the main seat. Mo Ming poured tea for him, which was about half full, just right.
He raised the tea cup, the temperature was just right, and he drank it down in one gulp. It felt comfortable. When the tea soup came in, Zhu Jiannan also opened his eyes slightly. Is what Mo Ming brewed the old tea from his cake Yucheng?
Before he could speak, Mo Ming frowned slightly. There was the fragrance of tea in the air, and the fragrance of flowers and plants from when Zhu Jiannan had just taken a bath, but why was there also a strange smell that was difficult to describe?
This smell is somewhat familiar, but I don't know where I've smelled it.
Seeing Mo Ming frown, Zhu Jiannan smiled, and then asked: "Brother Ming, what's going on? I've just wielded the sword, and are you already worried?"
Hearing Zhu Jiannan mention that he had already wielded a sword, Mo Ming couldn't help but smile helplessly. What's the difference between him and Zhu Yinuo? One didn't want to be the King of Jinling, and the other didn't want to be the sword wielder. But it was destiny, but it was pushback.
No.
"Your Highness is joking. The Mo family is in dire straits, so naturally there are a lot of things to worry about. I haven't seen you for a while, how are you doing, Your Highness?"
Your Highness?
Hearing these two words, Zhu Jiannan frowned and was confused this time. In what capacity did Mo Ming come to Jinling City today? Is he Yi Shuihan's swordsman? Or is he the current swordsman of the Mo family?
identity?
He waved his hand, smiled, and said: "Those old guys in the medical center finally got better at it and made some nourishing decoction. After taking it, I felt a little more relaxed and comfortable."
"I came here today to talk to His Highness about something."
Zhu Jiannan was about to pour tea from the justice cup, but he couldn't help but stop when he heard that Mo Ming did have something to ask him.
"You and I, brothers, what can't you say?"
His words were said casually and without politeness, but when they stopped in Mo Ming's ears, they somehow became more mocking and joking.
Now that the decision has been made, and since my mother has supported it and never opposed it, what should be said should indeed have been said long ago.
"Your Highness, starting from today, all the children of the Mohist family will withdraw from Yi Shuihan."
Zhu Jiannan originally thought that what Mo Ming was going to say was not something that couldn't be beaten, and was pouring tea, but after hearing his cousin's words clearly, his hand shook slightly, and the tea soup poured into his hand. Gong'e on the side had sharp eyes, and she immediately came over with a bow.
He handed over the handkerchief.
While wiping his hands, Zhu Jiannan pretended to be calm and asked: "Brother Ming, although the Moh family has suffered a lot, it is only a matter of time to regain strength. The children of the Moh family are capable of producing many people, and many of them are still the pillars of Yi Shuihan."
, why do you say you have to retreat if you want to retreat?”
"After several accidents, I also understood that ordinary cultivation is really unable to protect the Moh family, let alone contribute to Lincheng. After discussing with my mother, all the children of the Moh family recalled the Moh family and practiced hard. In ten spring and autumn years, Lincheng will be
There will be another group of top experts. Isn’t that good?”
The words were said to death, and Zhu Jiannan could not refute it. Tracing back to the source, there were indeed many descendants of the Mohist family among Yi Shuihan. A rough calculation showed that half of the ancestors, many from the prehistoric era, and even the rare Hongmeng masters had one.
Two or three are from the Mo family.
I got myself a new teacup, poured another sixty-seven minutes, took a sip, and continued: "Brother Ming, the lantern festival tonight is very lively. I think you had already visited Xiao Yinuo before you came to see me, and you planned to go tonight
Let's take him out for a walk. He looks like this and can't even get out of bed. Why don't you and I go to the Qinhuai River to drink and watch the lanterns tonight?"
Mo Ming frowned slightly, never expecting this prince
His Highness actually invited him to have a drink. Then he looked at the other party carefully and couldn't help but open his eyes slightly. Because the other party's face was rosy and his breath was too smooth. This appearance did not look like he was weak and half-dead.
people.
Zhu Jiannan didn't see Mo Ming's surprise at that moment. He just thought of something and couldn't help but pat his forehead and smile in embarrassment.
"I'm confused, I'm confused. I've forgotten, brother. It's a moonless night. Brother Ming, you should leave early for Hanshan Temple."
Hearing Hanshan Temple, the corners of Mo Ming's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he drank all the tea in the cup, and then sighed with a pained expression. Zhu Jiannan naturally understood, but still pretended not to know, and asked: "The Lantern Festival is not only for one or two days, but it can't be done tonight.
I'll have a drink with you tomorrow for my brother's sake, so why bother sighing."
Mo Ming waved his hand, with a hint of sadness in his tone, and said, "Your Highness is really good at joking. Doesn't His Highness know what happened in Hanshan Temple?"
Zhu Jiannan raised his glass before it reached his mouth. His eyelids moved slightly and his voice was calm as he asked: "What happened to Hanshan Temple?"
But then he rolled his eyes, quickly put down the tea cup, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Zhu Jiannan. Hearing his tone of horror and confusion, there was no hint of falsehood.
"Did something happen to my brother?"
Regardless of whether what he looks like now is real or he is pretending, Mo Ming really doesn't want to use this as a bargaining chip to press or blackmail the two eminent monks of Hanshan Temple. His expression is still sad, even a little painful,
While pouring tea for himself, he said: "Last month, the two masters were secretly attacked. Didn't His Highness receive any news?"
Hearing the news, Zhu Jiannan froze there, as if his whole body had turned to stone, dumbfounded. Then he stood up angrily, as if he could not express his extremely sad emotions, grabbed the teacup and threw it on the floor tiles.
The delicate and valuable tea cup was shattered in an instant.
Seeing his rapid breathing, chest rising and falling, eyes glaring and grinning, Mo Ming really wanted to laugh, but he held back.
Hearing the sound of the cup breaking, the guard on duty outside the house immediately opened the door and entered. Only His Highness the Crown Prince and the young master of the Mo family were seen. They immediately clasped their fists, lowered their heads, and knelt down on one knee.
Zhu Jiannan still looked angry. He pointed his index finger at the innocent guard on duty and said sternly: "Go, bring those bastards from Hanshan Temple back to me, and ask them to explain clearly to me that the two masters of Hanshan Temple were imprisoned.
What on earth is going on when someone is murdered? Will such a master be killed quietly? How can these losers protect the palace?"
The guard on duty really didn’t know how to answer. He had heard a little bit about what happened at Hanshan Temple. But didn’t this incident happen last month? What kind of drama was His Royal Highness causing? Why did he suddenly mention it again today?
?
In Jinling City, being able to serve as an errand in the Forbidden City and one of the crown prince's guards is naturally considered noble. But compared with his master and the young master of the Mo family, he is no different from an ant on the ground. He dare not go too far.
He said just the word "yes", stood up immediately, stepped back in small steps, and walked out of the door.
Tonight, there were so many people rejoicing at the Jinling Lantern Festival, but who could have imagined how many wronged dead souls would be added to the East Yin Realm after tonight. But this was not something that he, a little guard, could judge and discuss.
After doing this, Zhu Jiannan turned around and looked at Mo Ming, and said with concern: "Brother Ming, we can't go to Hanshan Temple, so what should you do tonight?"
Mo Ming pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head, and said helplessly: "Go, of course you can go. Big brother is there, if you have time, you still have to go to Hanshan Temple often. As for tonight, since His Highness has spoken, you should do it
It's a serious matter to go to the Qinhuai River with His Highness and get drunk before resting."
Hearing this answer, Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but frown slightly. It looked like he was extremely concerned. But in fact, the two people in the room knew it well.
Zhu Jiannan asked in the same concerned tone: "Are you really okay?"
Mo Ming nodded, smiled and said calmly: "Seriously."
Zhu Jiannan also nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He said in the same calm tone: "That's good, Brother Ming. I remembered that there are still some government affairs that have not been dealt with, so I went to finish the work early so that I won't waste the night drinking.
"
Mo Ming nodded again, stretched out his hand, pointed to the door, and said: "Your Highness, please excuse me. This pot of tea tastes just right. If you don't drink more, it would be a waste."
Zhu Jiannan gave another gentle and loving smile, then strode out and left.
The moment the door was closed again, the eyes of Mo Ming, who had his back to the door, changed and became sharp and fierce. His hand holding the teacup also unconsciously added a little more force. Fortunately, the cup was first-class in terms of materials and workmanship.
It was of the highest quality, so it was not easily crushed by Mo Ming. But even though it was not broken, the cup already made a faint "gurgle" sound.
The moment Mo Ming put down the cup, a figure flashed, and a man in black, about forty years old, knelt on one knee to his left.
Mo Ming didn't look at him, and threw the cup that was almost crushed by him on the tea table. He straightened another cup, poured a full cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, Mo Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud.
, he found it interesting, but never thought that to this day, he, Mo Ming, still wanted to ask for something from Zhu Jiannan.
This tea tastes really good. I was just rummaging through it at random. When I saw the pine box, I thought it was exquisite. When I opened it, I smelled some medicinal smell and a refreshing fragrance. I thought it was a good cake tea. The first brew tasted good, but the second brew had a different flavor.
Well, the third time he drank it, he started to become a little obsessed with it.
"But Hanshan Temple is where Yi Shuihan's people go?"
Mo Ming straightened another cup and poured the tea until it was seventy percent full. His question was naturally to the person kneeling beside him. Zhu Jiannan never expected that in this huge Forbidden City, he Zhu Jiannan
In the royal palace, there are still people who dare to spy and steal secrets.
He would never have thought that this person was from the Mo family.
The middle-aged man in black shook his head, and then said softly: "Except for the time three months ago, Yi Shuihan has never sent anyone to Hanshan Temple again."
Although he expected that Yi Shuihan would not go to Hanshan Temple, Mo Ming frowned slightly when he heard the answer from the middle-aged man in black. Three months ago? Three months ago, on the moonless night, he was in Hanshan Temple.
I spent that night at the mountain temple, and I still remember that that night was supposed to be the same as before, smelling sandalwood and listening to the Buddha's words. But for some reason, I felt restless that night, even a little irritable, and my desire to kill was particularly strong.
"Sit down first, this tea is good, the best in the world. Whether you or I want to drink it, it depends on the degree of blessing. Do you know why people like Yi Shuihan go to Hanshan Temple?"
Since the middle-aged man in black can be assigned to do these things, he is naturally a thoughtful person. He has also secretly investigated the questions asked by the new head of the family. Knowing that the new head of the family is kind-hearted and treats people without distinction, he also stood up.
He sat on the seat to the left of Mo Ming.
He was about to speak, but his eyes were directed towards the door. Mo Ming waved his hand, pushed the cup of tea in front of the middle-aged man in black, and then said: "No need to worry, Zhu Jiannan is gone, those guards
Get out early too. There is no one else within three hundred steps of this house except you and me."
After all, the middle-aged man in black comes from the Mohist family. Even though he is a strong martial artist, he has some habits of literati. Just smelling the fragrance of tea is refreshing, and he can't help but salivate, and he swallows his saliva. He raises the teacup.
, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a treasure.
Mo Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then joked: "Uncle Guan, if you say that you are a swordsman with the level of a great master, I'm afraid people will think I'm making fun of him."
The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Guan didn't seem to have heard Mo Ming's teasing. He just urged: "Master, hurry up, fill it up quickly."