The mansion that Chu Yang found was not far from the inn, and after arriving at the place, Zhong Yue took the lead in jumping out of the carriage and pulled the car door excitedly: "Young master, when you arrive, it's this mansion!" ”

The slightly smug words did not exchange praise or the slightest sigh for the house, but there was a touch of eyes that seemed to be inadvertent but enough to make Zhong Yue's hair stand up faintly.

"Zhong Yue, accompany me to practice swords tonight."

“…… Young master, your subordinates, where did your subordinates do wrong, you can tell me, and let your subordinates die clearly! Hearing the word sword practice, Zhong Yue's face turned pale instantly, and his miserable laughter was mixed with an expression of wanting to cry without tears, which looked ridiculous.

Junzilou has three unwritten taboos of terror, one is to make Lou Qianhan angry, the second is to borrow money from Jun Wunian, and the third is to accompany Wen Moqing to practice swords.

Either of these three is enough to lead to a terrible outcome that is worse than death.

Chu Yang, who then jumped out of the carriage, glanced at Zhong Yue coldly, and stingily sent a word as he passed by with a large pile of sundries.

"Stupid."

"What's wrong, Zhong Yue?" Seeing Zhong Yue's painful expression, Bi Xiao asked casually, and without waiting for Zhong Yue to answer, Yan Liwu suddenly jumped out of the carriage and grabbed Bi Xiao, and walked quickly towards the house.

I finally saved up a sentence that I thought was easier to accept, but I was interrupted by others before I could reply, and this mood made Wen Moqing very unhappy. After moving his arm and throwing Zhong Yue into the debris pile without much effort, Wen Moqing followed Yan Liwu and Bi Xiao into the compound, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to talk to Yan Liwu alone.

He could feel that Yan Liwu was deliberately avoiding him.

This mansion is far larger than the abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the imperial capital, and it is much neat and clean, strictly speaking, it is not an empty house, and it has been cleaned and guarded by the elderly old man Ding since the previous master was promoted and moved to live in the imperial capital. The old man Ding was excited for a long time when he learned that it was the second son of the Dingyuan Wangfu who wanted to rent the mansion, and the group had already packed up before they arrived, and even the water tank was full.

Therefore, Wen Moqing has no time or opportunity to find a way to leave her worries.

Bi Xiao is a person who never paints grease and powder, and Ye Lingxi, who has been in the army since he was a child, is even more not good at this, because of this, the two of them have adopted a policy of emptying in the face of fat powder jewelry and so on that they don't know at all, and they have turned the words and worries that come empty-handed into the people with the most clutter. Clothes, jewelry, fat powder and bits and pieces, the five people were busy for most of the day before they all moved into the house, and the remaining one was entangled by the old family and could not get out until the things were packed.

"By the way, I found something when I was packing up in the palace two days ago, and then I remembered that there was still something to be done, if there were no other trivial matters recently, I think we should go to Anzhou." When he finished packing up his things and resting, Bi Xiao suddenly took out something from the miscellaneous items and pushed it in front of Yan Liwu.

It was a long box wrapped in dark cloth, and at first glance, Yan Liwu only felt that the size was quite familiar, and when Bi Xiao untied the cloth to reveal the contents inside, Yan Liwu couldn't help but pat his forehead and whispered.

"Really, how did you forget such an important thing?!"

The half-used wooden box that Bi Xiao brought was about a foot long, and it was the box that Aunt Chen handed to her when she left the drunken wind and snow moon building when she left the drunken wind and snow moon building, saying that it was related to the little girl's life experience in the ninth year.

If Bi Xiao didn't mention it, she almost forgot that she had been scolded and attacked on the streets of Anzhou in the past, and naturally she couldn't remember the special pattern on the rough woman's jacket, and when she first came to Dingyuan County, she also said that she wanted to investigate carefully, so that she could give an explanation to her aunt and Chu Jiu, but she didn't expect that later there would be a lot of turmoil, and she completely forgot about this stubble to the clouds.

Carefully opened the wooden box, a strange-looking hairpin-like object lay quietly on the cushion cloth, the slender hairpin body polished bright and smooth, with a warm copper color; It should be a hairpin head with a much larger than the ordinary hairpin head of the cooked copper flower, the pattern is complex and detailed, the outer ring is three moire, a carefully carved peony pattern in the circle, and there is a vigorous small character in the middle, but this font is different from what Yan Li sees on weekdays, more like some variant, and he can't recognize it for a while.

"The pattern on the clothes of the woman who suddenly attacked you at that time is indeed similar to this, and the more I think about it, the more I feel the same." Bi Xiao took the strange-looking hairpin, spread it in Xiubai's palm and looked at it repeatedly, "I asked the owners of some hairpin shops, and they all said that they had never seen such a pattern and such a strange-looking hairpin, and even the small characters in the middle could not be recognized, and the material of this hairpin was very common, and it was difficult to even trace its source." ”

How could such a strange hairpin be related to the life experience of Chu Jiu and Chu Jiu's mother? Who is the middle-aged woman you met on the streets of Anzhou, will it be the mother of the ninth year of junior high school? If it is really Chu Jiu's mother, why did Chu Jiu's father say that she had died a long time ago?

The chaotic questions lingered in Yan Li's worries, and he couldn't remember those troublesome trivial things for a while, and when he was contemplating his eyebrows, he finally got rid of the warmth and ink of his old family's entanglement and walked into the room.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Moqing, who was a little tired, sat on the stool in annoyance, his eyes inadvertently swept over the hairpin in Bi Xiao's hand, the two sword eyebrows suddenly tensed, and he gasped solemnly, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

Bi Xiao was slightly stunned, and handed the hairpin to Wen Moqing: "An aunt in the drunken wind and snow moon building gave her a worry, saying that she asked her to find a mother for a child in the building." ”

Wen Moqing's gaze fell on the hairpin for a long time, and a layer of complex color gradually appeared in her eyes. After carefully looking at it for a long time, Wen Moqing clenched her grip tightly, looked up at Yan Liwu, and her voice was deep and urgent: "Is that child a girl?" Probably thirteen or fourteen years old? ”

Yan Liwu had never seen Wen Moqing so anxious, and wanted to ask him why he knew Chu Jiu and was worried that he would die of too much explanation, so he nodded vigorously: "Yes, Chu Jiu is exactly fourteen years old this year." This thing was sent to the building by Jiu'er's father, only said that it was related to Jiu'er's mother, and didn't say anything else, Bi Xiao and I also happened to meet a person in Anzhou with the same clothes as this hairpin, which linked the two things together. ”

The hand holding the hairpin showed a slight pale color, Wen Moqing's face changed, and it took a long time before he let out a sigh: "This is not a hairpin, but a copper brand, and it is the only special thing in the world." ”

"Senior brother has seen this hairpin...... Copper branding? Do you know who it belongs to? Bi Xiao's face showed a hint of expectation.

Since the father of the ninth year of the first year said that this copper brand is related to the mother of the first nine, then the mysterious mother of eighty percent is the owner of the copper brand, if Wen Moqing knows this person, it will be much easier to find the worries, at least there is no need to run around like a headless fly.

However, things are far from being as simple as Bi Xiao expected.

"There is only one copper brand, but it belongs to many people." Wen Moqing chuckled, with a hint of bitterness, holding the copper brand in the palm of his hand and pressing it heavily, and immediately a word that was opposite to left and right appeared, "Bi Xiao, look carefully, even if you don't know the words on it, it should feel familiar, I taught you when I was a child." ”

Bi Xiao became more and more dazed, and when she looked closely, she seemed to have some realization: "This way it is indeed a little familiar when it looks the other way around." I remember when I was a child, my brother taught me and Bi Sheng to learn to write a kind of script, and the twists and turns of the pen are very similar to this character, and the senior brother also said what kind of secret language is this......"

"It's not a secret language, it's an alien language that transmits secret information, and there are no more than thirty people in this world who can read and understand it, and what is engraved on this copper brand is the word of a woman."

Wen Moqing's tone was a little weird, as if he was trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but sneak a peek under Yan Li's curiosity, but he saw that there was an inexplicable desolation in the eyes that were used to hiding his thoughts.

Who and what could teach him to have such a state of mind? More sad than when he talked about Helian Ming's annihilation?

Yan Liwu looked a little stunned, and didn't hurriedly turn his head until Wen Moqing's eyes turned to meet him, but Wen Moqing didn't taunt her as usual, and after looking at her lightly, he still focused on the copper brand.

I don't know why, there is a faint sense of loss when I leave the sorrow.

There was silence in the room for a long time, Wen Moqing suddenly turned around, and almost frightened Zhong Yue: "Zhong Yue, prepare the horse, I want to go to Anzhou." ”

The copper soldering did not return to the box or Yan Li's hand, but was placed close to Wen Moqing, and there was no intention of returning it at all. After a while, he immediately grabbed Wen Moqing: "I'll go too-don't want to leave me, I brought the things, I have to give Aunt Chen and Jiu'er an explanation, don't think about this matter yourself." ”

Wen Moqing shrugged his shoulders, and the rare expression he had from a moment ago was gone, leaving only the disgusting expression that was commonplace for words: "Did I say let you stay?" In the future, you will have to follow wherever I go. ”

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On the post road leading to Dingyuan County, an inconspicuous simple carriage was moving at the fastest speed, and painful coughing sounds were heard from time to time in the carriage covered by thick felt.

"Second prince, can you stand such a bump? Why don't you stop and rest for a while! Chunqiu's face was gloomy, and the hand holding the medicine bottle tightly was covered with a layer of hot sweat.

Wen Moshu waved his hand weakly: "It's not in the way, the most important thing is to get to Dingyuan County as soon as possible." Spring and autumn, how far is it to ask the coachman? Can you get there before dark? ”

Chunqiu nodded, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the car window, and the man who had been sitting next to him with his head raised and closed his eyes lazily spoke: "It's more than half an hour away, the second prince should sit down and rest in peace, aren't you afraid of scaring Miss Yan in the past?" ”

Seeing that it was still early outside, and hearing that the destination was not far away, Wen Moshu felt a little relieved, and thanked him with a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is Mu Daxia with him all this way, and Mo Shu really can't repay it." ”

"No, no, I owe a lot of favors to Master Chu, and this is also paying off debts!" Mu Jiuge opened his eyes and stretched his waist happily, "Actually, even if I don't have the relationship between Prince Chu, I will agree to send the second prince to Dingyuan County, I haven't seen Moqing for a while, and the master asked me to find an excuse to see the situation. ”

Is it something that can be said casually to find an excuse to find out the news? Wen Moshu smiled bitterly: "Mu Daxia is too straightforward, with my current relationship with the prince, shouldn't Mu Daxia guard against me?" ”

"What's not to be guarded against? It doesn't matter to me what you fight with Mo Qing or what you rob, and it doesn't matter to me who grabs it in the end. As for me, I was entrusted by the light cold to take a look and see if there was any idea of taking advantage of this opportunity to play ink, after all, the tree is very popular, and his son, who has nothing to do with the imperial court, is quite famous in the rivers and lakes. ”

Chunqiu snorted dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean has nothing to do with the imperial court?" The prince of Dingyuan has nothing to do with the palace and mess around, which is also called irrelevant? He interferes no less than my grandfather! ”

"Spring and autumn." Wen Moshu raised his hand slightly to stop the Spring and Autumn Period, with a hint of temptation in his curious eyes, "Mu Daxia was also present that day, and he should have some understanding of the influence of the prince in the previous dynasty, is it a little inappropriate to say that the prince has nothing to do with the imperial court?" ”

Mu Jiuge pursed his lips, and his serious expression seemed to be a little aggrieved: "I'm right, Moqing didn't want to get involved in those bad things in the imperial court, and the reason why he did so much was to keep his promise." The second prince doesn't look at him usually doesn't show up much, this guy has been following the heroes and heroes since he was a child, and he takes the word promise very seriously, and even the famous female generals often praise him! ”

Wen Moshu's palms trembled, and the plain sweat towel fell to the ground silently.