Disobedience

Mo Jinghe walked out of Gu Qingzhu's house, and stood in the yard. The moonlight was quite bright tonight, and the night wind hit her body with a bit more biting chill than in the daytime.

The palace should be colder than this, I don't know if he has added clothes, but then he thought he was thinking too much, there are so many people around him serving him, he wants someone to be in front of him, so as not to catch cold.

"In two days' time, it will be New Year's Eve. Let's serve some dishes in the yard, invite Ah Da and the others to have a drink together, and have a lively New Year's Eve."

I don't know when Gu Ling stood behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.

Mo Jinghe sighed that what the master said was right, he was too weak, the ancients said: Acquiring civil and martial arts, the goods are like the emperor's family.I don't have the capital to be loyal to Mu Dongchu, and I don't have the ability to protect the people I cherish.

"It's good."

"Then go and see Ah San with me now."

Mo Jinghe hesitated: "No, he doesn't like me."

Gu Ling said again: "Don't talk about him, I'm jealous of you too. Master's skill...just like that, only lightness kung fu and acupoint acupuncture are unparalleled in the world. He is willing to teach you the skills of housekeeping, and he thinks highly of you."

Mo Jing said softly, "So the master has been throwing me into the ice room, into the execution room, and frightening me with the grove, just because he values ​​me?"

These words were somewhat childish. Gu Ling seldom saw him like this, so he amused him, stretched out his hand to put his shoulders, but froze in the middle, retracted it, and said, "Let's go."

Ah San is fourteen years old this year, a half-old child, slender and upright unique to this age, kneeling neatly at this moment, with the clothes torn by the whip half hanging on his body, the whole body is shivering when the cold wind blows trembling.

"He probably doesn't want me to see him like this." It's as if he doesn't want others to see him like this.

"Well, let him kneel like this all night, and come to collect his body tomorrow, and only one or two of you will survive." Gu Ling smiled, thinking that this idea seems to be a good one.

Mo Jinghe sighed, took off his robe, walked in front of him and put it on him, saying: "Let Mr. Gu give you some medicine before kneeling down."

Gu Ling couldn't see it, and glared at him: "You're only good enough." He reached out to help Ah San up, "Why kneel, life is the most important thing."

Ah San's mind was a little fuzzy, but his temper was stubborn. He let go of Gu Ling's hand that was about to support him, and then took off Mo Jinghe's robe and threw it aside: "You don't need to be sorry." She shook her body for a while before kneeling down again.

"My Zhao family is no match for your Mo family, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Jinghe felt baffled, and said, "I'm the second child in the second room."

Gu Ling sneered, "Why are you so stupid today?"

Ah San didn't want to talk to him anymore, even if she wanted to maintain this movement, it was very difficult.

Mo Jing said softly: "There were 16 disciples in the last batch, and only one remained in the end. It's not worth it for you to set yourself up for this kind of thing, isn't it good to live?"

"People like you are being polite. San, let me tell you, you must have been provoked to do what you do today. He is not a bad person. The person who provoked you has bad intentions and wants you to die!"

Gu Ling didn't care about his struggle, just restrained him, ripped off his clothes and applied medicine to him.

On top of that, Ah San stopped moving, and said, "Tomorrow... when I'm well, let's play a game of chess. I... always have something better than you."

Mo Jinghe said with a smile: "You are much better than me in only one lightness skill."

Ah San smiled, then passed out without warning.

"He burned badly, we have to take him back to the house." Gu Ling said.

"Go back to my room, there are many people in his room." Mo Jinghe went to carry him.

"You still know how to take care of his face?"

Except for going to Gu Qingzhu's house to endorse at night, Mo Jinghe stayed by Ah San's bedside all the time. Ah San was in a daze for two days, and felt a little embarrassed when she woke up.

"Don't you need to go to training?" Ah San took the medicine from Mo Jinghe.

"I'm recuperating." Mo Jinghe answered it as a matter of course.

Only then did Ah San remember that Mo Jinghe had just been tortured, and his injuries were not healed, and he felt guilty.

"Then why are you still taking care of me like this?" He lowered his head to shake the soup in the bowl.

"It's almost too good, I'm just lazy to find a name, you don't want to expose me to the master." Mo Jinghe looked down at "Interpretation of Meridians", there are still a hundred pages to memorize today...

"My name is Zhao Geng, from Qingdu."

Mo Jinghe suddenly remembered that Sixteen had said the same thing more than half a year ago, "Junior brother, do you know me? My name is Mo Siyou, and I'm from Qingdu just like you."

"Qingdu Zhao family, I don't know what is your relationship with Wei Weiqing and Mr. Zhao?"

"It's my father."

Mo Jinghe was taken aback for a moment, Zhao Bingren only had this one son, and he was willing to send him here.

"My name is Mo Jinghe, and I'm also from Qingdu... Hearing what you said last time, you should have known about me a long time ago."

Ah San gulped down the medicine and returned the bowl to Mo Jinghe.

"Of course I know it. That year, Mrs. Mo's [-]th birthday, I went with my father to celebrate his birthday. I saw you from afar. You were climbing a tree to dig out a bird's nest with another young master."

Mo Jinghe thought about it, what were he doing on the old man's [-]th birthday, why did he dig out the bird's nest?It's like I don't like doing it.

Uh... put the baby bird that fell on the ground back to the bird's nest, and climbed up on the shoulders of Mu Dongchu who came out of the micro-clothes, but suddenly lost his footing, and fell down with Mu Dongchu, and Mu Dongchu himself As soon as he stood up, the one who wanted to be clean didn't bother to slap the ashes. He went to see him first, and when he saw a mouthful of blood, he gasped.

Mo Jinghe moved his mouth left and right, sticking out his two front teeth.

"why are you laughing?"

Mo Jinghe came back to his senses, and found that he couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly restrained his expression.

"It's nothing, how do you know that person is me."

"As Cousin Tong said."

"Brother Rutong is your cousin?"

Ah San smiled: "There are only a few big families in Qingdu, which one is not related. If we really have to discuss it carefully, maybe we are still cousins."

Mo Jinghe also laughed.