Chapter One Hundred and Two
Outside Qinglong City, the sun was shining, and there was a faint cicada chirping in the verdant dense forest, and a middle-aged man who was rushing forward stopped his steps, only because he found a carriage parked in front of him. The horses ate the grass leisurely, and the reins were left on the ground at will, seemingly unattended. The man rushed forward and lifted the curtain, leaving the car empty.
"It's strange, this place is nearly a day's walk from Qinglong City, who would leave the carriage here. β
The man was surprised, when he suddenly heard a noise in the distance, looked up, and saw two women coming in front of him and one behind him, and landed right in front of the man. The man was stunned at first, then he was pleasantly surprised, and stepped forward to say, "Madam, eldest lady, you are here!"
"Mr. Gu, why are you here. After the young woman asked, she saw the carriage next to her, "Is it a special trip to pick us up?"
"Exactly, exactly," the man nodded repeatedly, "Madame and Mademoiselle have been tired all the way, get in the car and rest." β
"How far is it from Blue Dragon City?" the older woman asked.
"Back to Madame, if you take a carriage, it will only take half a day. β
"What about Moling, is he alright?" the young woman asked.
"Miss Hui, the execution time is noon tomorrow, and Moling is still in the dungeon. "Great, we took the carriage back to Qinglong City, it happened to be the middle of the night today. "Exactly. β
"Without further ado, we'll leave at once," the older woman instructed the man, "and Li'er and I will go to the car and rest for half a day, and the driving will be left to you." β
"Yes, ma'am. The man replied.
It was getting late, the cool breeze was slow, and the flow of people on the street gradually thinned out. The ancient Blue Dragon City half-closed its eyes, ready to take a break and welcome the arrival of night. At this moment, several loud noises came from the depths of the alley, attracting the surrounding pedestrians to stop and watch. After a while, a thick cloud of dust rose into the sky, and three figures rushed out of the smoke one after another. The figure that came out first ran the slowest, and the figure that followed behind shouted loudly: Master, run!
But this cry was soon overshadowed by a shout: No one should want to leave!
The last figure caught up with the second figure, knocked it away after a few moves, stepped forward a few more steps, grabbed the shoulder of the first figure, and then leaped and disappeared without a trace.
When the smoke disappeared and the dust settled, everyone only saw a big hole in the ground at the end of the alley, which was pitch black and deep, and there was no end in sight.
After a while, the military vehicles of the county guard came one after another, dispersing the crowd of people gathered at the entrance of the alley and going home.
Just two or three hours later, the wanted notices posted in various places in the city were taken down by the soldiers, and one after another the military vehicles of the county guard drove to the Tianzi Pavilion, and after an inconspicuous commotion, the soldiers escorted a man with disheveled hair out of the courtyard gate, threw him into the prisoner car, and returned in an uproar.
Mo Ling slept very soundly this night, and the soldier with a short stick patted him on the shoulder for a long time before Mo Ling opened his eyes and asked blankly: Is it going to be executed?
The county keeper has ordered, and you have been acquitted. For the first time, the soldier's tone was so calm, and Mo Ling was a little unaccustomed to it, thinking that he was still in a dream.
"Let's go," the soldier quickly unshackled and pushed the feather out of his cell, "and there's someone coming from behind." β
"Anyone, who?" Mo Ling's question was not answered, but as she passed through the narrow tunnel, Mo Ling passed by two people one after another, and she felt overflowing resentment and murderous aura from them.
It's a pity that these two people were held down by the soldiers, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.
Walking out of the county guard's mansion, Mo Ling felt relaxed, although he knew that the matter was far from over, but the weight on his shoulders had dissipated, looking at the long-lost bright moon in the sky, Mo Ling breathed a long sigh of relief: there is no danger, there is no danger.
After walking about a hundred steps to the east, I found a carriage parked around the corner, with a gray roof and black smut, and a teenager leaning on the door and falling asleep.
It's been seven days, and you're still waiting for me here. The tip of Moling's nose was slightly sour, and his throat was dry for a while, and he didn't know what to say to him.
The sound of squirting woke up the young man in the car, and when he opened his eyes and saw Mo Ling, the young man suddenly jumped up: Brother Mo Ling, I finally waited for you, hurry, get in the car!
Brother Qingworm, you rest first, I'll drive. Mo Ling took the whip from the young man's hand and urged the carriage to move slowly.
After only a cup of tea, the young man was woken up by the magic feather: Brother Qingworm, it's here.
The young man lifted the curtain in a daze, and what he saw was a familiar shop and a familiar figure sitting at the door.
Brother Moling, what the hell is this-
Brother Green Worm, why don't you even know your family and your father, Mo Ling dragged the young man out of the carriage and pushed him to the figure at the door, Daddy is not in good health, don't let him sleep outside and catch a cold.
The young man stood at the door, lost his mind for a long time, and when he looked back in shock, the carriage was empty, except for two silver tickets and a bright ruler lying quietly beside the horsewhip.
After leaving Zhuyitang, Mo Ling came to the inn where he stayed before, and was about to go upstairs to his room, but was stopped by the sharp-eyed shopkeeper: Guest officer, you haven't lived with us, have you?
Why not, the room I lived in before has not been retreated until now-Mo Ling argued.
The shopkeeper didn't believe it, saying that the customers in the store, I can remember the appearance at a glance, and the guest officer is by no means a guest in our store.
Just as the two were at a stalemate, a familiar voice came from upstairs: Demon Linggong?
When I looked up, the person upstairs was actually Fan Yin. Mo Ling hurriedly waved at her, and Fan Yin "pedaled" downstairs and explained to the shopkeeper that Mo Ling was looking for her.
The shopkeeper looked at Fan Yin suspiciously for a long time, and then dropped a sentence before he let go of Mo Ling: Girl, there are no two beds in your room, let him go as soon as the matter is over.
Fan Yin's face turned red, and he didn't reply, and pulled the magic feather to "kick" up to the second floor.
After entering the room, Fan Yin closed the doors and windows first, and then turned around and asked, "Childe, did you escape by yourself?"
"Where, thanks to the help of the masters, I was released. Mo Ling replied.
"Greatβ" Fan Yin stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "If Childe doesn't get out of danger tonight, I really don't know what to do." β
Fan Yin was lying, and Mo Ling's instinct told him - because on the bed behind Fan Yin, Mo Ling saw a set of neatly arranged night clothes, and if Mo Ling was still locked up in the dungeon tonight, Fan Yin would probably move.
"Fanyin, sit down and talk," Mo Ling pretended not to see the night clothes, and pulled Fanyin to sit at the table, "I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer me honestly." β
β...... Okay," Mo Ling suddenly changed her name and called her directly, which made Fan Yin a little uncomfortable, "What do you want to ask?"
"The first question is, what is the relationship between the kite and you? "Didn't you say it before, Sister Kite, she and I are like sisters, and I take care of the trivial things of life for her......"
"You know that's not what I'm asking. Mo Ling directly interrupted Fan Yin's words.
"Childe...... Don't stare at me like that, I'm scared......"
"Then tell me who the kite is. "It's an ordinary businessman from White Tiger County. "And what's her full name?" "Is it ......?" "What is it?"
Fan Yin lowered his head and did not answer.
"Izuqing," Mo Ling said word by word, staring at Fan Yin, "this is her last name, isn't it?" β
Hearing this, Fan Yin raised his head in surprise and looked at Mo Ling in disbelief: "Where did you know ......?"
"She didn't have the surname Izuqing originally, this surname was taken after she married into Izuqing City. Before getting married, she was the daughter of Hua Kai's family, and she was a biological sister to Hua Yan, the current head of the Hua family. I'm not right. β
Fan Yin covered her mouth and couldn't speak at all, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a stone statue.
"But none of this matters," Mo Ling's tone softened, and she gently held the back of Fan Yin's hand, "What I want to know is your relationship with her, you once said that you are not from White Tiger County, so how did you get acquainted with Qing Kite?"
"I ......" Fan Yin was a little shaken, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held tighter by Mo Ling, and after several words of wanting to speak, Fan Yin still chose to be silent.
"Well," Moling sighed, "I don't force you to say it, but at least I understand that Sunny Kite is a very important person to you, right?"
Hearing this, Fan Yin nodded heavily.
"Is there anyone else else in this world who is equally important besides her?"
Fan Yin first shook his head, then nodded again, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally shook his head. Seeing this, a dark color flowed over Mo Ling's face, but it quickly returned to its original state, let go of Fan Yin's hand and asked, "Are you going to go out just now?"
"Well, but not anymore. Fan Yin smiled and replied.
Mo Ling was silent for a while, his face full of hesitation and embarrassment, until Fan Yin opened his mouth and called, "Mo Ling?"
"What, what's wrong?" Mo Ling didn't get used to it for a while.
"It's nothing," Fan Yin smiled even more, "I just want to scream." β
"You...... Let's go out and have a look. "Huh?" I said, you might as well go out and where you were going to go. "But ......"
"That's all I can say," Mo Ling stood up and looked at Fan Yin for a long time, "Go ahead." β
After saying that, Mo Ling shuffled out of the room, and Fan Yin shouted several times in the back, but Mo Ling never looked back.