Mo Lingfeng ate and drank to his heart's content, and went back to Changsui to sleep, but lying on the bed, he didn't feel sleepy, staring at his eyes like a night owl and pricking up his ears.

The maid lay down in her clothes outside, and when she turned over, there was a rustling sound, and gradually the sound stopped sounding for a long time, leaving only a silence.

She sat up, got up barefoot, carried her shoes behind the screen, and when she looked around, she saw the maid curled up in a ball and slept.

She stood for a moment, to make sure that the maid was asleep, and then tiptoed out, walked to the door, stood on tiptoe, and flicked the deadbolt little by little with her hand, and the deadbolt fell, and she pushed the door open a small gap at once.

The cold light outside came in through the crack in the door, pulling Mo Lingfeng's shadow thin and long, like a needle, slowly inserting it out of the crack in the door.

She did the same, opened the courtyard door, closed the small gap tightly, stepped barefoot on the bluestone slab, and walked out more than ten steps before carefully putting on her shoes.

Mofu is extremely quiet and dark, there is only a lamp hanging far away, emitting a faint fluorescent light, the flowers and trees are in full bloom in the middle of the night, the greenery is almost dripping from the branches, and the thick shade hits the ground, I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts are covered.

Mo Lingfeng's small, thin figure walked through the dark shadows of the trees, sneaky, out of the hanging flower door, through the mezzanine, until he walked to the storeroom.

She took off her coat, rolled up her trouser legs, took off her shoes, and climbed barefoot up the back wall, climbing through the air window hole in the back wall.

The air window hole was narrow and rough, and it grazed her back and arms, and she curled herself into a ball, burrowed in, and fell to the ground again.

The darkness in front of me is terrible, only the air window penetrates a little light, and it is faintly visible that there are tables and chairs, screens, bronze mirrors of human height, small boxes of nanmu, and large boxes of camphor wood, and there are rare treasures piled up in the box, and there are strips on the outside of the box, and there are equal signs of A, B, C, D, etc.

She took advantage of the faint light of the sky to find the big camphor wooden box, and after opening it, she pulled out a corner of blue brocade and took a closer look at it by the light.

The pattern on it is the Bada brocade, the eight directions are continuous, zigzag, it is the dyed indigo silk thread, it is the brocade of the heavenly family worshiped by all the people, and it was also given to Mo Qianlan by the royal family.

Mo Lingfeng watched it once with Mo Qianlan, and then this brocade was locked into the warehouse and never appeared again.

But the middle-aged man who asked for directions tonight also used this kind of blue brocade on his body, and he looked at her gold collar attentively.

He thought that he was looking at it without showing any traces, but he was caught in Mo Lingfeng's eyes.

Who wore this brocade - was it a chamberlain or someone who had also received the favor of this brocade?

Mo Lingfeng's hands trembled a little, realizing that he was still in danger - the game between his brother and the Son of Heaven had not yet been decided.

Silently put the brocade back in its place, closed the lid, and she crawled out again.

She squirmed, like a rat, and after getting out of the blowhole, she put on her coat and shoes, and turned around and went to the kitchen.

She found Bingjian with a good car, ate a large pot of ice cheese in one gulp, and then returned to her yard with a puffed belly, rubbed her heels against each other, rubbed off her shoes, and went to bed in a dusty manner—she slipped out to play, not only tonight.

The body was hot, the stomach was cold, she closed her eyes, fell asleep in a daze, and was extremely restless in her dreams, and dreamed that she was sitting in a carriage, and there was a long road ahead, I don't know where it leads, she looked around, and she didn't see Mo Qianlan, nor Zhao Shiheng, only a vast expanse.

She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up, so she had to let the carriage keep going.

After the fifth watch of the next day, the grandmother came in lightly, and the maid sleeping on the couch woke up, turned over, lit a small oil lamp, glanced behind the screen, and saw that Mo Lingfeng was still asleep, so she whispered to the grandmother: "It's not dawn yet, why is it so early today?" ”

"It's changed, I can't wear the gauze that I smoked last night, I came out with that lilac-colored light robe, and the skirt was also changed, take it out and smoke it."

Don't say it, I don't think it, as soon as Grandma Grandma said it, the maid really sensed that there was a cool breeze, and hurriedly went to find clothes to come out, and Grandma Grandma had already prepared a bamboo smoker cage and a large jar of boiling water in the compartment.

The two of them were busy guarding the smoked cage, only to hear the wind outside hitting the treetops, the waves, and when the clothes were smoked, there was a cold tide rising from the ground, moistening the human skin.

Mama looked at the carved incense, and frowned slightly-since the school opened in the house, Mo Lingfeng always got up early and went to the garden to wait with great interest, but today the fifth watch has passed, but she has not moved.

"I'll take a look, you go prepare hot water."

She lit a red candle and turned to Mo Lingfeng's bed with the fragrance of her body, and saw that the two small shoes on the ground were stained with dust, one in the east and the other in the west.

She hurriedly hooked up the curtain and leaned in to look inside.

When he leaned over to take a look, he saw Mo Lingfeng's brows furrowed, her face was red, but her lips were white, and if she got closer, she could feel that her breathing was full of hot fire.

Mama Grandma reached out and touched Mo Lingfeng's palm, which was hot, and then her forehead was against each other, and she felt even more scorching, and immediately panicked.

And Mo Lingfeng opened his eyes in a daze, even his eyes were hot, and he called out in a hoarse voice: "Grandma......"

After speaking, her eyes closed, and she lifted the quilt restlessly, snorting hot air out.

The grandmother loved her as if she were her own child, and knew that she had never been sick, but when she suddenly became ill, it was particularly terrifying, so she immediately tucked the quilt for her, and said in a low voice: "You can sleep for a while, it's still early." ”

She appeased Mo Lingfeng, turned around and left, and went out at a gallop - first let the maid guard Mo Lingfeng, then asked Yin Nan to ask Li Yitian to come over, and asked people to check in the kitchen and other places, and finally dressed herself neatly and went to the aunt's residence to dig out Mo Qianlan.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the sleeping behemoth of Mofu woke up in advance, and every door opened, spitting out the people who lived inside.

Mo Qianlan listened to Mama's words through the door, and there was a "buzz" in her head.

He pushed away the aunt who was waiting for him to dress, and reached out to tie the clothes belt, while tying it, he put his bare feet on the bed, and the aunt hurriedly took the socks and squatted to put them on for him, but it was just a blink of an eye, Mo Qianlan had already put his bare feet into his shoes.

didn't even mention the heel, he pulled his shoes and walked out, the little girl stepped forward to open the curtain with broken steps, it was also a blink of an eye, Mo Qianlan had already walked out a few steps.

Only a headwind blew in, swaying the branches in the vase.

Mo Qianlan wore it as he walked, and rushed straight into the Changsui Residence.

Mo Lingfeng got up and was about to drink water, but he was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes, and when he heard the greetings in the house, he barely opened his eyes, and meowed like a kitten: "Brother." ”

Mo Qianlan stepped forward with an arrow, took the teacup from the maid's hand, tasted the heat and cold first, and then sent it to Mo Lingfeng's mouth, and when she drank the water and put down the teacup, he helped Mo Lingfeng lie down, and then leaned over, and felt that Mo Lingfeng's breathing was scorching, and he was still in high fever.