It was night, in the middle of the night, a certain prime minister and the flowers were tilting, the flowers were falling, one person was holding a burden, ready to run away.

Feeling around in the backyard of the inn, and finally found a wall, Prime Minister Mo Dacheng took a leap, jumped on the wall, Hua Tianyu and Hua Tianyan glanced at each other, Hua Tianyu lifted Hua Tianyan's shoulder with one hand, gradually lightly touched the ground, and landed steadily on the wall, the three of them jumped off the wall together, sneakily touched in the alley for a long time, and when Hua Tianyu was sure that no one was following, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't go to the street.

The embroidered shoes of the flower poured into a small pebble accidentally kicked a small stone, making a crisp sound, a slight sound, alarming the people who came to see the beauty of the ink and stayed on the street at night.

"Look, it's Moxiang." I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, all the people on the street were awakened, men and women, old and young, all kinds of people, everything, Mo Xichen and the three of them stood at this fairly spacious street entrance, and they were instantly blocked by the sea of people.

Mo Xichen, the corners of the lips twitched in unison, the people here are too enthusiastic.

"Everyone, please be quiet." Mo Xichen's voice was not loud, but it was mixed with the sound of internal force, so that everyone could hear it clearly, only the sound of the gurgling stream like a clear spring, like a heavenly sound, "I really have something to leave, please make it convenient." ”

"Mo Xiang, you just stay for a few more days, we are far away in Cangcheng in the city of thousands of faces, and it is rare to pay tribute to Mo Xiang's great kindness and virtue......"

"Mo Xiang, I want us to thank you well."

"Mo Xiang, stay a few more days, and ask us to thank you well."

"Ask Mo Xiang to stay."

"Ask Mo Xiang to stay."

In an instant, Mo Xichen's surroundings were full of people who came to pay their respects, which caught Mo Xichen and the three of them off guard.

"Everybody, get up, stay here for two more days, and you will have to leave after two days." Mo Xichen's usual coldness finally loosened a little, and he reached out to help the uncle closest to him.

"Mo Xiang, my daughter was snatched away by Liu Dudu, thank you Mo Xiang for avenging the little girl." The uncle burst into tears.

"Mo Xiang, I have a grievance."

"Mo Xiang, please call the shots."

……

A steady stream of paper-like paper was piled up in an instant, and the hands of Mo Xichen, Hua Qianyan, and Hua Tingyu were all sent to the hands of the three people, and they were stunned to see Hua Tingyan and Hua Tingyu.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this prime minister will open tomorrow in the Yamen of the Assassin History, if you have anything, just go to find the prime minister, for two days, and you will not wait for the expiration date." A cold voice sounded, Mo Xichen held a pile of paper, and walked slowly towards the main entrance of the inn.

Mo Xichen strode away, dressed in white and snow, in the night, it was poetic and picturesque, just like the Nine Heavens Divine Mansion coming to the world, purifying all living beings.

"Congratulations to Mo Xiang."

Hua Qianyu and Hua Qianyan had no choice but to act as a background wall, holding a pile of paper, silently following behind Mo Xichen, and accepting the worship of the people by the way.

The people on the street under the inn gradually dissipated, Mo Xichen stood at the window and watched, and couldn't help but sigh, "You all rest early, you will be busy tomorrow." ”

"Chen, why did you promise them?" Hua Qianyan was puzzled, looking at the full amount of paper on the table, the corners of Hua Qianyan's mouth twitched, this has to see what year and month.

"I can't bear to refuse." The simple four words express the kindness in Mo Xichen's heart.

"Chen, if you want us to help you." Hua Tianyu said suddenly, even if Mo Xichen has three heads and six arms, so many pieces of paper, he can't finish reading it tomorrow morning, not to mention, the sky is almost bright.

Hua couldn't help but nod, "Anyway, my eldest brother and I are idle, let's watch together." ”

Somehow, looking at Hua Tanyan's sincere eyes, Mo Xichen couldn't take his eyes off for a while, such beautiful and sincere eyes are unparalleled in the world.

In this way, Mo Xichen, Hua Tingyu and Hua Tianyan sat in front of the table, patiently flipped through all the papers, sorted them and put them away, and when the sky was bright, Ling Yun and Hua Yun, who were answering outside the city, came back, but they didn't expect that Mo Xiang didn't make it.

At this time, Hua Qianyan had already fallen asleep on the table.

"Yu, take Yan'er back to rest, you can also go back to sleep for a while, and you will go to Qianmian Lake in this way." Because he hadn't slept all night, Mo Xichen's voice was a little hoarse, adding a touch of fireworks to Mo Xichen.

"Chen, I'm fine, let's go together." Hua Qianyan sat up from the table at once, repeatedly reassuring that she was full of energy.

"Yan'er, don't be reluctant, you're recovering from a serious injury, don't be tired." Mo Xichen looked at Hua Qianyan with concern.

"Chen, don't worry, Brother Chu's medical skills are very good, Yan'er will be fine for a long time." Hua Qianyan patted her chest and repeatedly assured that looking at Hua Qianyan's resolute appearance, Mo Xichen couldn't bear to refuse, and asked Hua Qianyan to disguise herself as a man and follow her to the Yamen of the Assassin History.

The three of them came to the gate of the Yamen of the Assassin Shi in three sedan chairs, which had already become crowded, and the appearance of Mo Xichen attracted the people's mountain calls.

One white, one blue and one green, three figures, one in front of two and two behind, walked into the lobby of the Yamen of the Thorn History, ascended to the hall, tried the case, Mo Xichen sat on the lobby, Hua Tingyu and Hua Tianyan sat on both sides of the master's position, Wang Thorn Shi was responsible for taking a group of officials, collecting the paper, sorting it, and sending it to the lobby.

As soon as the hall opened, Mo Xichen called the people who had sued Liu Dudu, and the people who announced it in one breath had already lined up from the huge hall to the outside of the hall.

A total of 1,132 pieces of pleadings were accumulated, and more than 10 crimes were committed by the former governor of the Thousand Faces City, and all family property was exterminated and distributed to the victims, and the three clans were exterminated.

For a while, the whole house cheered.

As soon as the "pop" sounded, people retreated from the court in an orderly manner, and the second batch came in in an orderly manner to deal with it.

In this way, from the time of Chen to the time of unitary, under the repeated shirk of Wang Tingshi, the people who came to complain were reluctant to disperse.

To Mo Xichen's surprise, Hua Qianyan, the daughter of the deep boudoir, did not have anything to do except for her haggard face, wearing a blue brocade robe, with a clear mind, and handling things in an orderly manner, quickly, crisply, and neatly.

And the flowers on the opposite side are pouring feathers, and they are not as good as that.

I don't know why, in Mo Xichen's brain, there was a sudden urge to collect flowers and pour his face as a disciple, but Mo Xichen's reason told him that he couldn't do that, looking at the flowers stretching his waist on the side, Mo Xichen couldn't help but sigh-

Such a wonderful person, it would be nice to be a man.

Perhaps, Hua Qianyan's achievements are not below him.

"Mo Xiang, I help you do so much work, you have to invite me to dinner." Hua Qianyan deliberately accompanied a small face and made a fierce appearance.

"Okay, you can eat wherever you want." Mo Xichen responded happily.

"Wang Thorn History, what's delicious in Thousand Faces City?" Hua smiled awkwardly and looked at Wang Tingshi on the side.

"There is a Fengyue Pavilion in Thousand Faces Lake, where the food is very good, Mo Xiang can go there." Wang Tingshi didn't even think about it, and said directly.

"Then I'll have to ask Lord Wang to lead the way."

When night falls, the moon and stars are scarce, and there is a lot of smoke and water on the lake of a thousand faces, only the shallow waves blow faintly all year round, just like the distant mountains above the lake, endlessly.

Although it is night, the lights on the lake are still unabated, and the lantern fence is like a fairyland on earth.

The smoke is vast, and the wind and moon are boundless.

What is surprising is that Fengyue Pavilion is not a restaurant on the lakeside in front, but one of the largest painting boats in the lake.

Of course, Fengyue Pavilion and those flower boats are incomparable, Fengyue Pavilion is an absolutely high-end and elegant place, without half a point of knowledge, even if there is more money, it is useless, on the contrary, if you learn to be rich and five cars, as long as you can pass the question given by the steward, you can enter. Led by Wang Tingshi, several people took a small boat to a secluded ferry port on Qianmian Lake, and what came into view was a huge painting boat with a luxurious and exquisite appearance.

The hull has the whole Nanmu in one go, enough to see the luxury, the carved gallery on the painting boat, ingenious workmanship, everywhere is not exquisite, everywhere is luxurious, luxury in a stream of elegance from nature, the white veil dances with the wind, elegant and fresh.

With Wang Tingshi leading the way, a few people entered the Fengyue Pavilion very smoothly, full of friends, there was no more elegant room, there was no way, the maid had to arrange a few people on the second floor in a window near the lake, looking at the lake and mountains at night, and there was also a different scenery.

The night is like water, like the thick ink that can't be dissolved, and the lake is like ink, like a thousand strands of sorrow, cut constantly, and the reason is still messy.

"Second boy, what do you want to eat?" Mo Xichen very generously pushed the recipe to Hua Qianyan, Hua Qianyan was naturally not polite, ordered several things he liked to eat, and then pushed it to the eldest brother.

As soon as the fragrant meal came, Hua Qianyan picked up the rice regardless of the image, ignoring the eyes of a room looking at himself with the eyes of a monster, and eating the food by himself.

"This son, are you sure you can make a splendid article?" A disgruntled voice came from a maid.

"Why did the girl say that?" Hua looked at this maid who judged people by her appearance in bewilderment, with a look of disdain, she was not hungry and ate a little faster.

"Are you suspicious of the people brought by the officials, a rabble?" Wang Tingshi said a word, and said that the maid was dismissed, can the person who interacts with Lord Thorn Shi be Bai Ding?

But she also has to abide by the rules of Fengyue Pavilion, she doesn't want to lose her job, the owner's weird temper, she doesn't dare to offend, she still has to support her family.

"How dare the slave maid, but Fengyue Pavilion has the rules of Fengyue Pavilion, and please ask Lord Assassin Shi to be accommodating." The maid nodded, a little aggrieved.

"Lord Wang, don't be angry, don't you just want to try my son's talent, girl, please ask the question." Hua Qianyan wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and she was a little embarrassed.

The maid looked at the flowers and sympathized with Dali, so she was not too embarrassed by the flowers, "Then ask the son to make a poem with the theme of the moon." ”

"It's not a difficult topic." Wang Tingshi nodded, looked at Hua Qianyan, hoping that this little brother could bring him a surprise, how could the people around Mo Xiang be bad?!