The two talked all night, hugging each other without letting go. How they want to embrace each other like this, and never be separated for the rest of their lives.

It's a pity that the sky will dawn and people will go. We both live in this world, and there are things that must be done.

Mo Sang sent Qi Ling'er to the gate of the courtyard, took out the jade flute from his arms and gently handed it to Qi Ling'er's hands.

"When we meet again, I will continue to play 'Gusu Xing' for you. We'll be together forever at that time, and I'll play for you every day, okay?"

Qi Ling'er took Mo Sang's flute and tucked it into her sleeve. Qi Ling'er gently stood on tiptoe and kissed Mo Sang's cheek, Qi Ling'er didn't say anything more, and turned to leave after a kiss.

The moment she turned around, Qi Ling'er had two hot tears rolling down her cheeks, and it seemed that she had a thousand words that were difficult to write.

Mo Sang looked at Qi Linger's departing back, and for a moment it seemed as if he would never see him again.

Mo Sang was in a state of mental pain, he didn't know where this inexplicable emotion came from. Obviously, they have made a heart-to-heart relationship with each other and have an appointment to meet. But Mo Sang still felt that he could not grasp her shadow, as if this parting would be separated forever.

Mo Sang looked at the place where Qi Ling'er left, and sat on the bluestone path without any grace at all, and an inexplicable pain welled up in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Yuanwai was worried that his son would not be able to go down the mountain on time, so he arranged a sedan chair to go up the mountain to pick him up, and the sedan chair had already arrived at the door.

Seeing that the matter had come to this, Mo Sang packed up his emotions, brought some books he needed, got on the sedan chair and went down the mountain.

Mo Sang secretly swore in his heart: Qi Ling'er, wait for me. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I must be with you. Jinke champion, I'm coming!

Mo Sang went down the mountain, briefly visited his father, and visited his mother, who was still sick in bed. 's mother is still the sick Yang Yang, but her body is a little tougher than before.

Mo Yuanwai saw that his son was not doing well, and he didn't rush to catch him on the road, leaving him to rest in the house for one night before leaving.

Early the next morning, a middle-aged man over half a hundred years old walked up to Moissan's room and knocked on the door twice.

"Young master, are you up? It's time for us to hurry, the lord and the lady are already waiting in the hall. ”

Mo Sang could hear the voice and knew that the person who knocked on the door was the housekeeper "Fubo".

Fu Bo has been working in Mo Mansion for three generations, and this generation of Mo Yuanwai has already trusted him very much, and handed over all the large and small accounts and money in the house to him to take care of. In the decades that Fauber has managed the accounts, there has never been any mistakes.

This is an extremely meticulous person, so Mo Yuanwai decided to let Fu Bo go to the capital with the young master to take the exam.

Mo Sang retracted the jade pendant in his hand into his arms and responded softly.

"Fauber, wait a minute. I'll be out right away. ”

After Mo Sang left the door, he followed Fu Bo all the way to the lobby, where Mo Yuanwai and the old woman were already standing at the door of the hall.

Mo Yuanwai and the old woman explained a few words one after another, and the group watched Fu Bo drive a very ordinary carriage on the road.

Mo Sang was in the carriage, thinking about the test questions that might appear this year, and holding the jade pendant given by Qi Ling'er in his hand.

This jade pendant can not only bring Mo Sang a sense of warmth, so that he will not feel the cold even if the weather is cold, but also has a refreshing effect in his hand.

I walked for more than a month on the bumpy road, thinking that I would be able to reach the capital in a few days.

Mo Sang gently opened the curtain and said to the butler who was catching the car.

"Fauber, I've been busy on the road for more than a month and haven't had a good rest. It's not far from the capital ahead, so why don't we have a good night's rest here today? I also had to adjust my state, so as not to get sick again when I got to the capital. ”

When Fu Bo saw that the young master asked to stay here, he hurriedly answered.

"Alright, young master. There is a teahouse in front, let's take a rest first, and we can inquire about what inns with slightly better conditions can be found nearby. ”

When Fu Bo was young, he often followed Mo Yuanwai to the capital, dumping some goods back and forth, so he was still somewhat familiar with this generation.

The carriage drove a little further and then stopped in front of a teahouse.

This is a kind of teahouse opened on the official road, the scale is very small, just so that pedestrians can stop to rest and drink tea, and by the way, ask a little bit about how to go on the road of ten miles and eight villages.

Mo Sang got out of the car and sat casually in front of a table set up on the side of the road, and a shopkeeper aged seventeen or eighteen saw someone sitting and hurriedly walked in front of Mo Sang with a household of boiling water.

"What kind of tea do you need to order? We have tea in the capital, a pot of silver, do you want a pot?"

The shopkeeper saw Mo Sang getting out of the carriage, and he had the temperament of a literati. Naturally, it can be seen that this is a lifter who has been busy in Beijing to take the exam recently, which of these lifters is not a rich party? Naturally, he directly recommended the most expensive tea in the shop.

Although Mo Sang's family is also relatively wealthy, he usually does not like extravagance and waste. He just smiled at Xiao Er's recommendation and said.

"No need, just bring me a pot of green lotus tea. ”

This Qinglian tea is the most popular tea, and it is generally only ordered by those porters who run the goods. Two copper plates can drink a pot, which is ten times worse than the price of the tea recommended by Xiao Er just now.

Xiao Er saw that Mo Sang seemed unwilling to spend more money, and he was a little unhappy. Yin and Yang said angrily.

"You're still so picky when you raise people in high school, why are you still going to Beijing to take the exam? ”

Xiao Er snorted coldly, threw the teapot and cup on the table and did not pour any more water for Mo Sang.

Seeing such a snobbish shopkeeper, Mo Sang didn't argue, just chuckled, picked up the teapot himself, poured a cup of boiling water, and took a sip.

Mo Sang was drinking tea while looking at the surrounding scenery boredly, this was his first time in the capital, so he was a little curious.

Suddenly, a figure caught his attention.

A Taoist priest came from a distance, this Taoist priest looked plain, dressed in a plain robe, holding a float in his hand, and the Taoist priest's breath was steady and his steps were brisk.

Originally, there was nothing unusual about this Taoist priest, but Mo Sang looked at it for a while and found that this Taoist priest seemed to exude a peaceful aura between his walks. Every time the Taoist priest takes a footstep, the body is not the distance of the footsteps, as if the whole person is just swinging his feet in a form, but the person is floating.

Mo Sang looked at it surprisingly and looked at it twice, and the Taoist priest seemed to have noticed that the young man was staring at him. When he was about to walk to the tea stall, the Taoist priest changed his walking route and walked straight in front of Mo Sang.

Mo Sang didn't know why the Taoist priest suddenly walked towards him, thinking that he had just looked at him a little rudely, so he quickly lowered his head and pretended to drink tea and no longer looked at him.