Chapter Seventy-Eight* Singing to Wine (1)

Mo Ziqian looked at Leng Moxi very solemnly. "Really, but, I'll also ask you a question, and you have to answer me truthfully!"

Leng Moxi's eyes rolled. "What do you say first?"

"Can I trust you?"

Can I trust you? Leng Moxi was stunned, she never thought that Mo Ziqian would ask such a question, can or can't? It's not just a problem! It seems like a promise!

In the end, she came to a conclusion. "You're not a bad person, we can be considered cooperative friends now, as long as you don't do anything to hurt my family and me, then I promise that I won't tell anyone about you, or do anything sorry for you!"

Leng Moxi also looked at Mo Ziqian with very solemn eyes.

The two of them were in the bumpy carriage like this, looking at each other firmly.

"Phew~" The coachman tugged on the reins again, causing the horse's head to rise high, and the carriage stopped after shaking vigorously twice. "Childe, you've arrived at the corner of the street!"

Mo Ziqian stretched out his right hand. "Let's get out of the car!"

Leng Moxi looked at Mo Ziqian's outstretched hand, and suddenly felt so much pressure, as if as long as he covered that hand, it meant something, but his hand still resolutely stretched out. "Good!"

Standing in the lively street market, the two still held hands, walking step by step, even if Mo Ziqian's appearance and demeanor attracted the sideways glances of the women on the side of the road, and their constant ridicule of Leng Moxi, but these did not stop the two of them from moving forward, step by step, not arrogant or impatient, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them, what they had in their eyes was just the road under their feet.

After buying the things, the two called another carriage and headed all the way west, straight to the foot of Cang'er Mountain.

Today's Cang'er Mountain is not the bandit's nest back then, but the richest village in the jurisdiction of Yingzhou City, several nearby villages, and even in Yingzhou City, when it comes to Cang'er Town, they all give a thumbs up.

The two did not enter the town, but went directly to the back of the mountain, in a peach forest.

The first is the middle of summer, the peach blossoms in the peach forest are blooming, a gust of wind blows, it will always blow down some, in the center of the peach forest, there is a wooden pavilion, it is said to be a pavilion, in fact, it is a few wooden stakes, covered with some straw, in the pavilion, there is also a round table and a few stools.

Walking slowly in the peach forest, the tip of his nose lingered with a faint fragrance of flowers, the breeze gently blew in his ears, and from time to time there were a few crisp bird calls, and after a few steps, Mo Ziqian felt that his heart was a lot calmer. "I can't imagine that there is such a beautiful scenery in this Cang'er Mountain!"

Returning to this Cang'er Mountain, Leng Moxi also felt a lot more comfortable, along the way, even the small pebbles under her feet seemed to her to be very kind, and every grass and tree here seemed to be the same in her memory. "That's nature, how much more beautiful scenery is this Cang'er Mountain!"

Mo Ziqian smiled slightly, he could understand this feeling, as if he had returned to the clan land at the beginning of the year, that familiar feeling made people naturally relax, and when he heard someone praise it, he would have a sense of pride, and when he heard someone say that it was not good, he would have a feeling of wanting to strangle that person.

Mo Ziqian first came to the pavilion and put the wine and food he brought, only to find that they only bought a few jars of wine, and there were no utensils such as wine glasses at all.

After a few sips of wine, Leng Moxi opened his mouth. "You said I could ask anything, then I asked!"