I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

But there are also many people in the world who are all show and no substance. There is no smoke without fire, so the previous worries still remain.

The fact that Marquis Xiang was willing to come in person to pick up Yin Yin showed that even if there was some discord between the couple, it should not be a big deal as the other party was willing to condescend to come and coax her.

The Wen family members were thinking about it in their minds, and saw Luo Qianhuai angrily slapping away the hand that Mr. Mo extended, turning her face to the side, and even moving her body more than a foot away - she was really a little girl throwing a tantrum.

The reason why she could behave like this in public must be because of the Marquis's indulgence, so the previous worries about some bad habits disappeared.

Master Mo quietly moved to Luo Qianhuai's side again, and put his arms around her waist from behind. At the same time, he did not forget to explain to the Wen family:

"My wife heard that I was about to go on a long journey under the Emperor's order. Considering that we are still newlyweds, she must be unhappy."

Luo Qianhuai had known about this for a long time. He snorted coldly and did not answer. However, it was the first time for the Wen family to hear about it.

"It's a bit too hasty to travel so far after your wedding." Wen Zhou said, "But the emperor has given you an order, and you have no choice."

He was just trying to give Luo Qianhuai a way out. But Luo Qianhuai knew her own business, and she didn't hide away for such a thing, but she couldn't tell him the real reason.

"I wonder where the Marquis is going and how long it will take for him to return?" Wen Pu looked at Luo Qianhuai's stern face and asked.

My niece is a sensible person. The reason why she is so concerned must be that the journey is too long, the time is too long, and there are many dangers.

"Traveling thousands of miles, the return date is uncertain."

The Wen family members all felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, thinking that this was exactly what they expected.

But what Mr. Mo said next was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Your Majesty knows that I am weak and worried that I would not be able to bear the fatigue of the long journey, so he allowed me to leave the capital with my wife. With Yinyin by my side, I am willing to travel thousands of miles more."

Master Mo did not lie, he really had received an urgent errand. In the early morning of the next day after Luo Qianhuai returned to Changling, he carried her, who was half asleep, out of Xijing.

According to Mr. Mo's previous plan, this trip was supposed to be a glorious one. He could travel all the way to the East China Sea, watch the Dayu Martial Arts Conference (a folk competitive sports meeting), and then return leisurely, thus completing his mission and completing his honeymoon trip.

However, right and wrong never wait for anyone. I heard that some busybodies took advantage of the fact that Meng Ju had been out to sea for a long time and had not returned, and that the world's wanderers were leaderless, to stir up trouble. A large number of martial arts people gathered in Cangzhou, claiming that they wanted to reorganize the order of the world's martial arts and jointly elect a new leader. Their arrogance and confidence were simply astonishing.

It happened that the ranger world has been in turmoil in the past two years. The Mingjian Villa, which was once famous in the world, collapsed due to the mysterious death of the Luochuan hero Lu Fei, and several other chivalrous men who were on good terms with Lu Fei were either dead or missing. In addition, Meng Ju, the leader of the rangers in the world, has lost interest in worldly affairs after the loss of his beloved daughter. Many of the previously established rules of the world have long been in name only. There have been many evil people who have committed crimes. The victims have finally escaped, but cannot find anyone to seek justice, so they naturally feel resentful.

Originally, Master Mo had made some arrangements for this martial arts conference held once every three years. He was prepared to take this opportunity to raise the banner of the Zhengguan Division and put many things on the right track.

Since we want to build a legal Yu, the underworld is not a lawless place. Killing someone means paying with one's life and paying a debt means repaying the debt. These are all natural. We cannot replace justice with power or replace the law with private punishment.

Luo Qianhuai, who came from the previous life of the civilized legal system, naturally agreed with this. With the previous status of Master Jieyou in the martial arts world and the support of Meng Ju, it should not have been difficult to achieve. But now after this wave of people fanning the flames, and Meng Ju has indeed been out of contact for many days, everything has changed.

If these people are allowed to act in Cangzhou, then under their instigation, the martial arts world will probably become a completely different place from then on, which will be very different from Mr. Mo's previous plan.

Neither the young emperor nor Master Mo himself would want to see the vital forces that could have been integrated to resist foreign humiliation become hostile to the court and cause internal troubles from time to time.

If it really came to that, the newly established Zhengguansi would inevitably leave an image of incompetence and uselessness in the mind of the little emperor, and the subsequent impeachment and dismissal would become a matter of course.

It was reasonable and logical that this matter had to be properly resolved. This was also the reason why Master Mo decided to go and investigate in person.

The rain continued, sometimes pouring down like a torrential downpour, sometimes soaking the clothes, but it just wouldn't stop.

"Thank you, Madam Luo." The young woman in the next cabin sat up and thanked sincerely, "Your plaster is really useful. Not long after I applied it, the dizziness and nausea disappeared. It really helped a lot."

Luo Qianhuai smiled slightly and put away the medicine box: "It's good that it works. Since you are feeling better, get up and walk outside, and eat some porridge and side dishes. If you don't eat or drink, how can you get milk to feed the child?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Her husband, a merchant with small eyes and round face, nodded his head like a rattle: "I will go to the boatman to buy some porridge. By the way, Miss Luo, your plaster is really useful. Can you sell us a few more? Money is not a problem."

Luo Qianhuai opened the box and took out a few more stickers: "They are not valuable things. We are on the same ship and are destined to be together. I will charge you the cost price, 20 cents per sticker."

"It's not expensive. Including the one you just used on my wife, we'll order four more." He paid promptly.

When Luo Qianhuai returned to his cabin carrying a cloth bag containing 100 wen and 5 coins, he saw Master Mo standing upright in front of the window, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the gray junction of the sky and water in the distance.

He was dressed in a green robe with arrow-shaped sleeves and a half-silver mask on his face. His black hair was only tied up with a green ribbon and flew like a waterfall in the wind.

The mask was made with great precision, with some seemingly mysterious dark patterns on it. When he wore it, it did not look weird or scary, but instead added a sense of mystery.

Hearing someone coming in, his eyes, as cold as snow, turned slightly, and after seeing her, they instantly added a few traces of warmth.

Luo Qianhuai closed the cabin door, put down the medicine box, came to him, took the cup of cooled tea in his hand, and prepared to refill his cup.

During this trip, they pretended to be an ordinary pair of chivalrous lovers. Master Mo pretended to be a disfigured swordsman, and Luo Qianhuai pretended to be a traveling doctor who knew no martial arts.

With such an identity, it is not appropriate for him to bring followers with him, so Luo Qianhuai took care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation personally for the past two days.

But Mr. Mo held her back and said, "I told you long ago that you don't have to do those trivial things. I can do it myself."

Luo Qianhuai would not discourage his enthusiasm. He stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the increasingly heavy rain clouds outside, frowned and said, "We will reach Lingcheng tomorrow, but judging from the clouds, there may be a storm tonight."

"I think so too." Mr. Mo sighed, "But sometimes, wind and rain may not be the most terrible."

Luo Qianhuai looked up in surprise and met Mr. Mo's eyes as cold as ice and jade.