It's getting late.

On the desolate and open Gobi Desert, more than a dozen goshawks hovered high in the sky, and the convoy below swept through a small oasis and stopped at the edge of the lake.

According to the pomp and circumstance of the convoy, it can be seen that this is a mix of a theater troupe and a caravan, and the scale is not small. There were twenty or thirty carriages carrying props, musical instruments, goods, luggage, grain, grass and baggage, six or seven carriages carrying people, and more than 200 guards, handymen, and coachmen on horseback.

Hearing the news, several of the tributary Koma thieves who were wandering in the wasteland rushed to see the goshawks hovering in the sky, and then hurried back.

After a while, smoke rose from the cooking.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, seven or eight young girls came out of one of the carriages, and they turned out to be those geisha dancers in the Qingtan Courtyard.

Not far away, a few kitchen workers and handymen who were not strong enough looked at them stupidly, unable to take their eyes off their eyes, forgetting the work at hand, and being scolded by their bosses, but making the girls laugh.

The little girl who had not yet opened her eyebrows and eyes stepped on broken steps, followed Miss Ling, and came to a carriage next to her.

Scholar Jian, the blind old luthier and other six group photo guards were on the left and right, and eleven black-clothed people lingered on the periphery, guarding the carriage if they were about to leave.

Miss Ling and Jian Shusheng glanced at each other, bowed slightly sideways, and then bent her fingers and knocked lightly on the carriage, and called softly: "Young master, it's time to get up and eat." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl beside her made up her own mind, jumped up on the spot, turned over and jumped into the tall carriage, and lifted the curtain.

"Qing'er, don't mess around!"

Miss Ling hurriedly stood on her toes and waved her hand to pat the back of Qing'er's hand to stop her rudeness.

Qing'er was naughty, and stuck out her tongue at Miss Ling, turned her head and shouted inside: "Young master, eat!"

A six- or seven-year-old boy walked out in response, and it was the young master Linglong. It seems that after a few days of getting along, Miss Qing'er and this young master are already very familiar with each other, and they have not seen each other.

At this time, Mu Liu was very haggard, and it was inconvenient to walk, Miss Ling was distressed and insisted on carrying him out of the carriage.

Mu Liu had no choice but to obey, lying on Miss Ling's back, hesitating again and again, and then saying "Thank you, Auntie".

Hearing this, Miss Ling's eyes were hot, and thinking back to the past, Qiong's nose couldn't help but be sour, and a line of tears fell. Mu Liu has been self-enclosed for many years and has never interacted with people, this aunt, she has been waiting for a long time.

Seeing this, Qing'er took off her handkerchief and wiped away the tears for Miss Ling.

"Young master, you made my sister cry. ”

Mu Liuliu couldn't help but bow his head.

The scholar Jian on the side was quite relieved and smiled slightly.

He knew very well that the transformation of his young master was all due to the big man who had been asleep for many days.

"Auntie, I want to go see him. ”

"Hmm. ”

Miss Ling was delicate, and instead of responding to Mu Liu's request with honorifics, she used more intimate plain language, which naturally diluted the sentimental alienation and further narrowed the distance between them.

She carried Mu Liu to the carriage where Si Mingqin Zhen was, and Qing'er accompanied her.

A young man leaned feebly against the window of a carriage, pale and looking more haggard than a wooden stream. This person's face was handsome and extraordinary, and there was a ruffian aura between his eyebrows and eyes, it was the young general who had led a team of light horses to the ancient city of Longyan before. Now he has changed his outfit, like those traveling merchants in Xining Town.

The man waved hello to Mu Liu and the others, and then ordered someone to help him get out of the car and follow behind them to visit Si Mingqin Zhen.

However, before they could get closer, a humanoid phantus floated out through the carriage and hung on the roof of the car.

Seeing this, the guards on the left and right all bowed their knees and bowed.

This phantom is the true appearance of Si Mingqin, it is the illusion of his divine thoughts, and the white mist is endless.

Seeing Mu Liu from afar, Si Mingqin was really overjoyed, and pounced over regardless of the image. Then he inadvertently saw the man who was being supported by two attendants, so he hurriedly stopped and stopped in front of Mu Liu.

Si Mingqin really realized that there were still many unfamiliar faces around, and he knew that he couldn't lose his proportion, so he held back his joy, pretended to be dignified, and waved his hand as a big man.

"Get up!"

The ethereal sound then reached the ears of everyone in the Oasis, and no one could catch where it came from, but they all knew that it was the will of the Children of Rune.

It was inconvenient for Miss Ling to salute with Mu Liu on her back, but she bowed her head slightly, and said respectfully: "Maid Ling Sizhu, I have seen Your Excellency. ”

The scholar and the little girl greeted each other and reported their names, Jian Xingzhi and Yan Qingyuan respectively.

Mu Liu was not so polite, he had some resentment in his heart, and looked directly at Si Mingqin's real divine thought phantom body, but he didn't speak.

"It's been a long time, if you have anything to say, just say it. ”

Mu Liu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that you're not dead." ”

Ling Sizhu and the others were terrified when they heard what Mu Liu said.

The little girl Yan Qingyuan was about to cry.

The person in front of him is the legendary son of runes, and the imperial prince and princess also have to bend down in front of him, and the young master of his own family is just a son of a merchant nobleman in a mere land, and he actually said such vulgar words.

No matter how close the relationship is, offending a big man in front of so many people will also cause public anger.

Si Mingqin really didn't pursue it, and the nearly 100 guards who belonged to the Fa around him could be remembered in their hearts, glaring angrily, and they were about to draw their swords and ask for the guilt.

Ling Sizhu and Jian Xingzhi both knew that this matter was difficult to get right, and the two were about to ask for guilt, when the man behind him broke the squire and stepped forward, breaking the tense atmosphere with a few words.

Because his words are even more vulgar.

The man first took the opportunity to cover Mu Liu's head and face, accusing him of being young and ignorant, not knowing how to count etiquette, and then pointed the finger at Si Yingqin Zhen.

"I'll tell you, I'm not done with you. I don't want to scold you now, when your body recovers, I will scold you in front of your real body, instead of my dead sister!"

This person is Si Mingqin's real uncle Liancheng Changhuan, the youngest son of the sect leader Liancheng Jiagu.

Even in the Seven Great Families, the prestige and strength of the Liancheng are among the top three, and the Si Ming clan is unmatched.

In this oasis, except for Si Mingqin Zhen, the words of this Liancheng Changhuan are the most authoritative.

His words, although he said them in the tone of an elder, still shocked everyone.

The method is based on cultivation, and Si Mingqin's status is transcendent, and his identity as an uncle is nothing in front of Si Mingqinzhen.

The guards were in a difficult situation.

Si Mingqin was really not to be outdone, and said with a wicked smile: "Little brother, are you sure you want to do this?"

Facing Si Mingqin's really ill-intentioned smile, Lian Cheng Changhuan pretended to be calm, but he was uneasy in his heart.

When it comes to the ability to toss people, he really can't do this famous little nephew.

"I ...... I...... I'm not happy in my heart!" Liancheng Changhuan turned around and glared at Mu Liu, then looked away, and shouted: "Come on, clean up, Lao Tzu wants to eat." ”

"Don't, don't rush to eat yet, okay?" Si Mingqin really had many doubts in his heart and urgently needed someone to explain, and said, "Can any of you tell me who took off my clothes again and again while I couldn't move?"

Everyone looked at each other, laughing and not saying a word.

Only Mu Liu was innocent, and when he heard this, he subconsciously turned his head to the little girl beside him. These days, she has her share every time she bathes and changes clothes for Si Mingqin.

"It turned out to be you. ”

Yan Qingyuan was surprised, facing Si Mingqinzhen's hot gaze, she was at a loss.

She and Si Mingqin are really of similar age, in the prime of cardamom, and their bodies have not yet grown. But he has lived in the Qingtan Courtyard of the Opera Garden for many years, and he is not ignorant of the affairs of men and women. As soon as Si Mingqin really said this, she was broken by the young master, and she was extremely shy, and the snow-white neck exposed was also red.

Si Mingqin said bluntly: "You have to be responsible for me." ”

Yan Qingyuan didn't dare to face Si Mingqin Zhen, turned around and hid behind her sister Ling Sizhu, and buried her face in Mu Liu's fur coat.

Mu Ran was very puzzled and asked her aunt, "What are they doing?"

Ling Sizhu was really difficult to answer this question, so he had to change the topic: "Let's go to dinner." ”