Mo Sang looked at Qi Ling'er, who had disappeared, and his eyes remained on the courtyard path she had passed through for the last time. I don't know how long it took, sleepiness welled up in my heart, and Mo Sang fell asleep soundly.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was already evening, and the sunset radiated an afterglow that shone on the earth and gave the small courtyard a layer of gold.

An old woman walked on the mountain road with some heavy loads, and after a while, the old woman opened the door of the small courtyard where Mo Sang lived. Pushing the door in, it was as if I had entered my own home.

"Why did you come up the mountain so late today? It snowed lightly last night, and the road must have been slippery, what if you fall?"

It was not surprising that Moisan saw the old woman come in, and it was clear that the old woman had no ordinary relationship with him.

"Young master, Madame saw that it snowed last night and was worried that you were suffering from the wind and cold in this courtyard, so I asked me to send some clothes to protect from the cold. The old slave was bulky, and he didn't come until he came to this time when he went out in the morning. ”

After saying that, the old woman opened the burden she was carrying behind her back. A fur coat was taken out of the baggage, and judging by the old woman's cautious demeanor, it must have been extremely valuable.

The old woman took the coat and placed it next to Mo Sang's desk, obviously she knew the habits of this young master, and she was usually at the desk most of the time, so it was most convenient for him to put it here.

The old woman put her coat away, as if she suddenly remembered something, and said to Mo Sang while returning the books that Mo Sang had not had time to put back on the bookshelf after reading them.

"That's right, young master. When I came, the old man commanded, saying that you should inform you when I saw me. The time of this year's examination has been changed, and the saint issued an edict saying that the time was advanced.

The old man estimated the distance, so that you have to go down the mountain tomorrow at the latest, and I am afraid that it will delay things if it is late. ”

This old woman is obviously not an ordinary family, normal women are illiterate, and this old woman who is more than a hundred and half years old can recognize the words on it from the skillful action of placing each book in different categories.

Mo Sang didn't mean to get up to help, obviously the old woman often helped him with these things, so he was more at ease. It was only to hear the old woman explain that he would have to go down the mountain by tomorrow at the latest, which reminded him of a very important matter.

Mo Sang got up from the bed, picked up the coat next to the desk and draped it over his body, and said to the old woman.

"Is it really in such a hurry? But I still have some things to do. ”

The old woman listened to Mo San's question, turned around and let go of the books she was packing up and said to Mo Sang.

"What's wrong with the little young master today? I felt weird from the moment I entered the door just now. I remember that you usually get up early, but today not only slept until the evening, but also seemed to be indifferent to the imperial examination. And his face was haggard, and his expression was flustered, as if something had happened.

I've heard that a fairy once lived on this mountain. Could it be that the little master has met him?"

When the old woman saw that Mo Sang said something inexplicable, she teased him with two words. This Mo Sang was brought up by her since she was a child, so naturally she didn't have that sense of restraint in front of him.

The old woman was the maid who came over when Mo Sang's mother married Mo Yuanwai. When Mo Sang was born, the old lady had a difficult birth, and later met a passing immortal master, who gave Mo Yuan a pill.

Mo Sang's mother gave birth to Mo San after taking the pill, although Mo San gave birth smoothly, but the old lady's body has been sick because of dystocia.

As a result, the old woman has been raising Moissan's mother in place of Moissan's mother, and the old woman has never married in order to take care of Moissan. Therefore, for Mosan, this old woman is like half a mother.

Mo Sang was startled back by the old woman's unintentional words!

Mo Sang was afraid that the old woman would see his strange appearance, so he hurriedly returned to the bed and pretended to be nothing.

"Nurse, I'm fine. It's just that the cold wind blew last night, and my body was a little uncomfortable, so I wanted to raise it for two more days before going back. ”

However, Mo Sang's panicked actions were all seen by the old woman, she knew the habits of the young master very well, this child was usually the least good at lying, although the reason for making up at this time was very reasonable, it could be clearly seen from his demeanor that he was lying.

Although the old woman was worried, she didn't want to say anything about the little master's heart. After all, Moissan's old age, there are always some things that he is unwilling to talk to an old man like himself.

The old woman approached and glanced at Mo San, who also pretended to cough nervously. The old woman sighed and said when she saw Mosana's undisguised expression.

"Of course, you still have to go back, after all, the imperial examination is related to your future future and the fate of Mofu. What could be more important than your future? I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup, and you'll be better if you drink it. ”

After saying this, the old woman turned and walked to the kitchen, leaving Mossan alone on the bed.

Mo Sang remembered Qi Linger's words when he was leaving, maybe for the sake of food, I will come. Thinking that Qi Ling'er would come back tonight, Mo Sang felt an inexplicable joy welling up in his heart, as if the shadow that lingered in his mind stood in front of him again.

After a long while, Mo Sang got up and picked up the jade flute on the desk and held it tightly in his hand, as if he was deciding a very important matter.

After a while, the old woman walked in with ginger soup. Mo Sang took the bowl and drank all the soup in it, the old woman saw that Mo Zan's expression had improved a lot and was ready to go down the mountain, Mo Sang was worried that the road was slippery, so he came out and accompanied the old woman all the way to the bottom of the mountain before returning to the small courtyard on the mountainside.

After sending the nurse away, Mo Sang remembered the events of the night again, looking at the wine and food in the grass house in the outer hall, Mo Sang prayed that Qi Ling'er would appear at night, thinking about what he was going to say to Qi Linger, and he was a little nervous, and he didn't know how Qi Ling'er would react when he heard it.

Mo Sang asked the old woman to help make the wine and food, and Mo Sang usually cooked some meals, but he felt that his cooking skills were too poor, so he asked the nurse to do it for him.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, night had fallen. Mossan sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, reading a book in his hand. The soft light reflected Mo Sang's delicate face, and Mo Sang didn't care about the content of the book at this time, and now his mind was full of Qi Ling'er's figure.

Mo Sang got up and walked to the gate of the courtyard, stretched out his head and looked out of the door. I don't know how many times he got up and walked outside the door, every time he was full of hope to see Qi Ling'er appear, but every time he walked back to the yard disappointed, thinking that Qi Ling'er might walk slower when it was dark.