Chapter 56: Chinese New Year's Eve

After dinner, the sky was a little darker, the sky was still a magnificent rose, the sunset dyed half of the sky, Mo Qingqing stood on the balcony, looking at the traffic outside, and a carriage passed under them.

Today is the last time the caravan will enter the city, and the city gates will be closed early on Chinese New Year's Eve.

So it's almost time now.

A plague-ridden city seems a little out of sorts.

She recalled the waves of gambling money on the road, and the tall officials, all of whom didn't seem to be sick.

But why are the countryside full of plague patients?

The prefect of Cangzhou, in Mo Shi's memory, since four years ago, the prefect of Cangzhou has not come to the annual court meeting, every time it is either a stomach ache or a cold, it seems that at this time of the year he is most likely to get sick, and the time passes and gets better quickly.

Leaning on the railing, she can only think so, and the most suspicious thing is that the prefect of Cangzhou has been doing it for six years, and the general officials above the sixth grade have served for four years, and after four years, they are either promoted or demoted, and this Cangzhou has been in office for four years without saying a word, don't you want to be promoted?

Cangzhou is not a good place, not only there are many floods, but also the plague is easy to break out, and if you accidentally get it, even if you are a prefect, it will be hung on the waistband of your pants.

The vicinity of Cangzhou is Yunzhou, Shuzhou, and Danzhou, three states surround Cangzhou, these three states are also small states, not to mention the economic underdevelopment, and the public security is not too good, many things happen in this area.

Do you think a prefect with a normal IQ would like to nest here? When he hadn't taken up the post of Cangzhou prefect back then, this position was simply disliked by others, who wanted a place where birds don't?

She turned around, the sun had set, the lights outside were lit up, and small stalls were set up on the street, although today is Chinese New Year's Eve, but there was no such thing as the Spring Festival Gala in ancient times, so keeping the New Year was particularly boring, so the customs of Cangzhou were a little stranger than other places - Chinese New Year's Eve allowed evening business.

So every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, it is always lively outside.

Murong Mo went out again. Mo Qingqing thought.

She wanted to go out and have fun, and as a city person with a regular life, Mo Qingqing had never been to any night stalls at all.

It's rare that Murong Mo is not there.

She put on a dress, took the keys and went out.

The scenery outside is completely different from the inside.

It's getting colder and colder these days, Mo Qingqing started to wear a big jacket when she went out, and when it's cold, you can stuff your hands into a big pocket, which is very warm.

But it was not cold at all on the road, and most of the people sold on both sides were supper, and the aroma of a large pot of haggis soup came from the surface.

But she was already full.

She is also interested in small stall vendors who sell groceries.

But for a long time, she only bought a copper mirror, which was inlaid with a few cat's eye gems, although it was fake, but the pattern of the copper mirror was particularly profound, and Mo Qingqing felt that it was the magic mirror in the witch's hand.

She put it in her arms and went to the side of the road to eat a bowl of hot soup.

Murong Mo is not as comfortable as her now, and there is soup to drink, and he is currently busy reading a plate of thick documents with his sideburns, the paper of the documents is slightly yellowed, and it tells the history of Cangzhou in the past eight hundred years.

"Xiao Mo, this is all the information I found for you." The old man came out of the room, his beard gray, and he was about seventy years old.

"Thank you, Master Song." Murong Mo raised his head slightly, and the whole person was buried in the pile of history.

Song Ye laughed: "You kid hasn't come to see me for a long time, so you will run here as soon as you need me." ”

said and slapped Murong Mo on the back.

Good...... Pain.

Murong Mo grinned and gasped, and Song Ye was still so angry.

"I said Song Ye, why are you still so violent?"

"I said, boy, when are you going to get married?" Song Ye leaned back in his chair and was bored.

Murong Mo: "......" It's not that he just got married if he wanted to, who married him?

Song Ye continued endlessly: "Your mother is not in a hurry, I am anxious for your mother, you see that a twenty-three-year-old person is not married yet, and he will become twenty-eight years old all of a sudden, and when the time comes, do you say that no one wants you to ......?"

Murong Mo didn't listen at all, let Song Ye nag himself.

Song Ye just likes to turn over old adult things and say them many times.

Murong Mo couldn't stop it, the best way was to let him finish.

"Why don't you spend the night with me so late tonight? We guess we have a lot to say. Song Ye went to get the quilt and wanted to lay it on the floor.

"Forget it." Murong Mo rubbed his eyes, and suddenly thought of a question: "Master Song, do you say that there is anyone in the world who looks exactly the same?" ”

"No, it won't." Song Ye poured him a cup of tea: "Even if it is a dragon and phoenix fetus and twins, there will be a difference, how can you ask about this matter?" ”

"It's fine."

He remembered that Mo Qingqing was still in the inn and was not very relieved, so he picked up all the materials and said goodbye to Song Ye.

Here Mo Qingqing was still wandering outside, looking at all the things in the place, and he was a little interested, and slowly turned back.

Mo Qingqing arrived at the inn almost at the same time as Murong Mo, and Murong Mo asked, "Where did you go to play again?" ”

Mo Qingqing replied honestly: "Outside, night market, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, you don't know where to go." ”

"How did you spend Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years?" Murong Mo put down the information in his hand and asked.

"That's it." There was not a little happiness on her face, "I didn't have parents early, and I ascended the throne at the age of twelve. ”

That is, it has not yet been completed.

She turned around and left him with a back, this lonely and thin back looked a little distressing, no one could have imagined that she had survived so many years alone.

Mo Qingqing is called twenty-three to the outside world, but in fact there is only eighteen.

Her heart was sour, and a few tears secretly dripped from her eyes.

It must be Mo Shi who is a friendly guest.

She wiped it with her backhand, and every move was in his eyes, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but just pushed her: "Sleep in a little." ”

"What are you going to do?" Mo Qingqing leaned inside.

Murong Mo lay down next to her with a big grin: "Sleep." ”

Go to bed? What kind of sleep do you sleep like this?

Alert, she immediately rolled up a quilt and wrapped herself tightly, leaving a pair of small eyes to look at him with a drop of light.

Murong Mo didn't care if she was right or not, he rejected himself, and lay down next to her. Blow out the candle and everything goes dark.

Mo Qingqing wrapped herself in the quilt and looked at it for a while, in the dark, Murong Mo closed her eyes and breathed evenly, as if she had fallen asleep, she also relaxed her vigilance, the beautiful man was in front, she admired it carefully for a long time, and bit him on the shoulder with the last bite.

Call you a bully all the time.

The corners of Murong Mo's mouth hooked up an amplitude.

To be continued......