The young man did not speak, but held his purse and tried to stuff it into her hand.

Mo Li pushed the purse back: "You take the money, find a way to find a place to settle down, learn some crafts in the future, and support yourself." ”

The boy shook his head, stared at her with clear eyes, and pointed at himself and at her, still to stuff his purse back.

Mo Li didn't understand what the boy meant, and patted him on the shoulder: "I used to be as depressed as you, I know that life is difficult, if you think the money is not enough, I will go and get some for you......"

Before she could finish her sentence, the boy eagerly tugged at her sleeve and shook his head vigorously.

"Alas......" Mo Li sighed, "I know you can understand what I say, but I can't understand what you mean!" ”

The boy picked up a branch from the ground and wrote the word "follow" on the ground.

"She won't take you in." Murong Chu didn't know when he appeared beside Mo Li, and his frosty eyes swept towards the panicked young man, "Take this silver and go, go where you need to go." ”

Suddenly, the boy knelt in front of the two with a "poof", looking at her with tears in his eyes.

"You get up quickly...... Mo Li reached out and pulled a few times, but he didn't pull him.

Murong Chu's face became even colder, dragged Mo Li behind him, and said coldly: "You'd better leave Hexiangcheng as soon as possible, otherwise you will know the consequences." ”

After that, he pulled Mo Li and walked to the post house.

"General, what do you mean by what you just said?" Mo Li asked inexplicably as he walked.

Murong Chu kept entering the courtyard before responding, "I will tell you about this matter slowly in the future." ”

Mo Li knew that it was not very convenient to talk in the inn, so he didn't continue to ask.

……

Three days after the enthronement ceremony of King Jin, the envoys of the Great Zhou Dynasty embarked on the road back.

Out of Xiangcheng, the Seventh Prince Zhong Hanmiao sent those civil officials in the name of playing because he still wanted to play, and he still walked with Murong Chu with his entourage.

Mo Li sat in the carriage and read a notebook for a while, feeling bored, so he put down the book in his hand and lifted the curtain to look at the scenery outside.

At this time, the convoy has reached Baicaopo, which is forty miles away from Xiangcheng, and the climate in Xiliang is colder than that of Dazhou, although it has not yet reached September, it has already shown a scene of late autumn. The trees on both sides of the road have begun to turn yellow, and the leaves that fall in the wind seem to be fluttering like butterflies fluttering in the distance.

Mo Li asked Ruoping to put up all the curtains around the carriage, and through the windows around the carriage, he could see the flying fallen leaves and the golden fields in the distance from time to time, which made people feel extremely comfortable.

The convoy moved slowly forward, and Mo Li inadvertently saw a white figure following behind from the back window.

At first, she thought it was just a passer-by, but after a while, she realized that the figure was always behind the convoy, as if it was intentionally following them.

Looking closely, the person was still a little familiar, and when she got closer, she finally saw that it was actually the young man she had saved.

He changed into a white robe, and his hair was neatly tied in a bun on the top of his head, changing from the embarrassed beggar of the past, but like a handsome young man.

"He's been following us from the moment we get out of town." Ruoping glanced behind him and said disapprerovingly.

"Why don't you stop, it's not a problem for him to follow along the way!" Mo Li frowned, although the speed at which they were traveling was not fast, the young man had injuries on his body, and his body would definitely not be able to bear it if he followed him like this.

Ruoping raised his hand and lowered the curtain behind him: "The master said that he couldn't walk, so he would naturally stop and ignore it." ”

Mo Li turned his head and leaned back on the soft couch, he really didn't understand what this young man was obsessed with, and he had to follow them.

She sighed, picked up the notebook again, and flipped through a few pages, but she couldn't read it.

After nearly an hour, she finally couldn't help it, and opened the curtain behind her, and the young man still followed, but his steps were not as calm and powerful as before, and he seemed a little vain.

"Ruoping, go and tell the general, let the convoy stop first." Mo Li looked at the white figure that was a little staggered and commanded.

"Are you sure you want to take him in?" Murong Chu's voice came from outside the carriage.

Mo Li poked his head out of the car window, with a worried face: "Looking at his appearance, he may fall down at any time, you can't watch him die in this wilderness, right?" ”

Seeing that Murong Chu was silent, Mo Li continued: "Let him come up first, even if he goes to the next town and then persuade him to leave, otherwise he will really die here if he doesn't have a village or a store in front of him." ”

"Park, park! It's not good to see death and not save it, isn't it, General Murong? Zhong Hanmiao poked his head out of the carriage in front of him and looked behind, obviously, he had already discovered the existence of the young man.

Seeing that the convoy had stopped, a light of surprise appeared on his face, and he staggered over and knelt directly in front of Murong Chu's horse.

"Hey, boy, but this boy asked the convoy to stop and wait for you, why are you kneeling him?" Zhong Hanmiao jumped down from the carriage and looked at the young man on the ground with his shoulders crossed.

But his words didn't have any effect, and the young man kowtowed three times to Murong Chu as if he hadn't heard it, before he got up, took out a piece of paper from his arms and respectfully handed it over.

Murong Chu unfolded the page, Zhong Hanmiao also leaned over to take a look, and asked, "Conditions?" ”

The boy shook his head.

"Taking him out of Xiliang has achieved his goal, what other conditions do he have to mention." The corners of Murong Chu's lips hooked meaninglessly, and he gave the page to Mo Li, who had just gotten out of the carriage.

I saw that there were four big characters written on it, "willing to be a slave", although the font was still a little immature, but it exuded a tenacity.

Mo Li frowned: "Are you going to sell yourself like this?" ”

The boy nodded without hesitation.

Zhong Hanmiao snorted twice: "It looks good, but it's a pity that he's a mute, but don't let this little slave pick up for nothing, keep it." ”

After that, he returned to his carriage.

Mo Li looked at Murong Chu, then at the young man, and waved his hand: "Come with me, let Ruoping show you the injury first." ”

The convoy continued to move forward, and Ruoping examined the wounds on the boy's body, but fortunately, most of them were skin injuries and were fine.

Ruoping asked while giving him medicine, "What's your name?" ”

"He will only listen, not speak." Mo Li took out a pen and paper from the dark compartment in the car and put it on the small table.

The young man took a pen and wrote down the word "Cangjiu".

"At such a young age, this name seems old-fashioned." Ruoping chuckled, "Why don't you just call you Xiao Jiu?" ”

Cang Jiu nodded, as if he didn't care about what to call him.

After giving Cang Jiu the medicine, Ruoping put his finger on his wrist, and it was just a casual pulse diagnosis.

But after Ruoping put his wrist on it, he couldn't help but change his face.