Outside the palace gate, the nomadic Qing led the crowd to wait, the clouds on the horizon were scattered, the light was shining, a full moon, hanging high in the sky, shining on the armor, like frost and snow.

The inner attendant who led the way also took out the horse, got on the horse with Wu Jin, and sent Mo Lingfeng to the general's mansion.

The lights on the street were dim, Mo Lingfeng took the lead, the inner servant led the way on one side, Nomad Muqing and Xiao Dou followed, Wu Jin and the inner attendant followed, and the personal soldiers followed neatly behind.

The sound of horses' hooves crossed the long street and arrived in front of the general's mansion, Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin both knew that the emperor must have ears and eyes lurking on the side, neither of them spoke, until the front of the mansion, everyone turned over and dismounted, and the door of the mansion was opened, and Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng said goodbye.

Mo Lingfeng smiled and watched Wu Jin leave, and led the servant hurriedly said: "General, look, this house has been renovated, and the stone lions are all newly milled, Your Majesty ordered, the Ministry of Industry does not dare to have the slightest general, you can live with confidence as soon as possible, and the inside is also spacious, and it is enough to accommodate the personal soldiers you brought."

Mo Lingfeng glanced up and saw that not only the stone lion was still new, but even the plaque on the lintel was also newly made, the smell of tung oil on the door had not yet dissipated, and the powder walls on both sides were still new.

She raised her hand to thank His Majesty, and gave the waiter a bag of silver, and the waiter smiled happily and went back to resume her life.

Mo Lingfeng turned his head and instructed Xiao Dou to settle the soldiers and horses he brought, stepped up the stone steps by himself, crossed the threshold, and walked into the general's mansion where he didn't know how long he would live.

The door closed at the back, and even though it had been repaired, the sound of the two doors still revealed a "crunch" sound that had not been maintained for a long time.

As soon as the door closed, Mo Lingfeng's face became gloomy, and there was no smile at all, only his eyes were dim, and Leng Sensen swept towards the general's mansion.

The anger hidden in the heart has become a karmic fire during the palace banquet, soaring in the heart, and burning to the top of the brain when the emperor is false and wronged.

She wanted to make a fire to burn this mansion with a new appearance and a decay inside, turn the lively capital outside the mansion into cold smoke, go to the Forbidden Palace to burn the talisman and break the seal, and then crush the bones and ashes of the Ninety-Five Supreme inside.

The so-called royal family, full of brains, full of ugliness, extravagant and desolate, it is difficult to set an example for the world, her Mo family will not surrender to such a royal family.

Even if the emperor peeled her and cramped, she wouldn't give in!

Suppressing the surging anger to the bottom of her heart, her face gradually softened, and she looked at the subordinates standing in the front yard, five steps one, ten steps and a pair, I don't know if it was the prince's people, or the people of the King of Wei, or the people sent by the emperor's Wudesi.

Or both.

Mo Lingfeng stepped up to the cloister, and as he walked, he saw that the outside of the house looked brand new, but in fact the inside was decayed, revealing the horse's feet from all kinds of unnoticed places—the joints between the pillars and the stone foundation were uneven, the tiles were jagged, and the stone slabs under his feet had spider-like cracks.

And so on and so forth, and there is no way to hide it unless it is torn down and rebuilt.

When you look at it from the corridor, you can also see a lot of secluded and deep places, with tall and messy flowers and trees, crowded into a bunch, and there are few gaps.

Mo Lingfeng casually asked the subordinate on the side, "Where is the study?"

Mo Qianlan loves the quiet study the most, and spends most of his time in it, and if he has any traces here, he will also be in the study.

The subordinate hurriedly forked down a lantern, led the way in front, and took Mo Leaf to the study.

In such a large house, the study occupies a small area, only a row of five rooms with two ears, and the three partitions in the middle are connected, which is the study. net

After Mo Lingfeng arrived, a candle was immediately lit inside, and the subordinates opened a curtain and invited her in.

There are a few piano books in the house, a wooden couch, two treasure pavilions, and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and nothing else.

The books on the shelves look old, dust-free, but smelling dull.

Mo Lingfeng picked up a book and flipped through it, and saw that the paper had been yellowed, and when he touched it with his fingers, there was a feeling of sluggishness.

Flip through it again, it's still a travelogue, not only old, but also out of line.

Presumably, the books on this bookshelf have already been turned over, and Mo Qianlan's words have been sent to the palace to chew, trying to find out the secrets of the Mo family.

It's a pity that there is none

So the emperor put them here again, hoping to get a little flaw from her.

Mo Lingfeng put down the memoir and flipped through it again, this time it was not a travelogue, it became a thin book.

Her eyes were in response to the sentence in the script, "If you don't frown in your life, there should be no tooth-cutting people in the world."

When I thought of Mo Qianlan singing this sentence, I changed it to "I specialize in frowning all my life, and the world is full of people with teeth", I couldn't help but smile, as if I saw eighteen-year-old Mo Qianlan sitting in the study, reading the script while making random changes.

She flipped through another book, it was "The Wind Blows Through the Purple Cloud Pavilion", and couldn't help singing in her heart: "The book that Mo Lingfeng sang today is a piece of style for the children of the poor family to sway up, called "The Wind Blows Through the Purple Cloud Pavilion", but it is a stroke of green ink over the mountains, and the spring breeze is proud——"

Looking down at the script, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Mo Qianlan changed it again, and the number of words changed was quite large, and almost every paragraph was changed.

Mo Qianlan is not an idle person, since the change must have a deep meaning.

She remained silent, sat down in front of the table with the notebook, and a subordinate brought hot tea to her, she held the teacup in one hand, took a sip, and held the notebook in the other hand.

The typos in the three paragraphs add up to the three words "I'm afraid."

Mo Qianlan when he entered Beijing, and Mo Lingfeng at this time, was experiencing a great change in his life, his father died, the Mo family withered, and he was remembered.

In this mansion, his words and deeds, even if they are casually written, will be presented to the emperor, so he travels around, watches plays, reads scripts, and reads travelogues, confusing Wu Desi, and quietly hiding his thoughts.

Each book is like a short diary of his life.

He never mentioned this part of his heart, but in front of Mo Leaf, he sang it over and over again, and sang it until Mo Leaf remembered it all.

No one knew that he sang all his thoughts to Mo Lingfeng.

The subordinate stood aside and waited for the pen and ink, never left, Mo Lingfeng was unconscious, and flipped through a few more books casually, and added a few simple words at the same time.

"Kyoto is bustling, but I miss home."

"Jiyang, this person, I really hate it."

"Taishan, there are wild beasts that bite me with sharp teeth, trying to bite off the treasure, but I have the treasure, it tears the Mo family apart and can't find it, I only give it to the person I love the most."

"Zhao Ji is eight years older than me, but he is smart, funny, and has great wishes, and he has become a close friend."

"Horse racing with Zhao Ji, narrowly won."

Eighteen-year-old Mo Qianlan has distinct likes and dislikes, which is completely different from the sick Mo Qianlan.