Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Golden Drum Temple.

The monks were all huddled in the wing room, and the undersides of their eyes were blue and black after a sleepless night.

They were startled and frightened, and they only listened to the movement outside with their ears sideways.

"Dong dong."

The door of the temple was slapped vigorously, and the timid ones were so frightened that they crawled under the bed.

"Wait, it's not officers and soldiers." An elderly monk spoke.

The officers and soldiers didn't have the leisure to knock on the door slowly, and the door would be kicked after a symbolic knock.

Speaking of which, the monks repaired the door overnight. Last night, the imperial guards yelled about the sickness of the nobles in the palace, and forcibly took away the abbot of the Golden Drum Temple, Master Mingbian.Originally, craftsmen were called to repair it today, but at night, a few old monks who couldn't sleep because they were worried about the safety of Master Mingjie suddenly saw a fire in the direction of the palace.

The fire lit up half of the night sky, and the thick smoke even drifted outside the city.

The sound of horseshoes rumbling from the east city and the inner city could be heard in the distance, as if it had been going on all night.

Children were crying desperately, cats, dogs, cattle and horses were messed up, doors and windows of every household were tightly closed, and some even dug holes in the yard overnight to bury their belongings.

Under such circumstances, how could the monks of Jingu Temple dare to sleep peacefully, leaving the gate open and only two young monks guarding it?I had to get up no matter what, so I insisted on erecting the door, moved it and stuffed the altar, bed cabinet and other things behind it.

The scholars staying overnight in the monastery couldn't help, they just kept guessing what happened.

Some said that King Ning died and his family seized power, and some said that King Wu sent people to assassinate him in order to completely disrupt Ningtai City.

——Either way is very troublesome. Ordinary people don't care who is the emperor. What they fear is turmoil.

Even if there are no officers and soldiers rushing in, local ruffians may break in over the wall to seize property, prostitute wives and daughters, and kill people to silence them.

When the chaos is over, they will turn around and pretend that nothing happened. It is also difficult for the government to find out who did evil things in those days, because once the chaos breaks out, no one knows whether it is the army or the gangsters who killed the people.

Both the monks and the borrowed scholars are trembling, and every cry of a baby in the nearby neighborhood will affect their nerves.

Because they dare not go out to see the situation.

The fire was extinguished before dawn, and the thick smoke slowly dissipated. The situation should be developing in a good direction, but at the same time, this was also the most dangerous time—the time when those hooligans felt that their lives were not in danger and could do evil at will.

Now suddenly the door was knocked, and the sound of knocking on the door spread all the way to the wing room, and everyone was so worried that they almost jumped out of their throats.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

"I...I fought with them." A young novice yelled sternly, picking up the bamboo pole used to prop up the windows in the house.

The other monks rushed to stop it. The bamboo pole is so thin that it might break if you use too much force.

"Don't be messy, you don't look like officers and soldiers, and you don't look like those villains." The old monk said calmly.

If it was a hooligan, he would have climbed over the wall a long time ago.

As a result, as soon as the words fell, the little novice who ran out before shouted in panic: "Who are you?"

As soon as Mo Li landed on the ground, he saw a ten-year-old novice with his eyes wide open, trembling all over, as if he wanted to fight himself desperately.

Fortunately, he also brought in Master Discernment.

"Zhihui, what are you doing?"

Master Mingbian stood on the ground, still a little scared in his heart. After living for decades, he suddenly said "fly" and flew away. Just now he was knocking on the door in front of the temple, and he arrived in the temple in a blink of an eye.

When he saw the blocked gate and the little novice who was about to cry out of fright, he could only pretend to reprimand: "Don't put down the bamboo pole yet."

The other monks who came out to stop him were very excited when they first saw the abbot, even those scholars were no exception.

"Mage Discernment is back!"

A crowd of people poured out of the side room at once, surrounding the old monk.

Everyone wanted to know what happened in the palace, and how Master Mingbian returned safely.

Only the young novice who was pushed aside saw the ink carp soaring into the air, fluttering over the courtyard wall.

The little monk opened his mouth wide, and walked to the wall in a daze, and compared the height of the courtyard wall with himself.

"It turned out to be an old god." The child blurted out in shock, otherwise he would have called Arhat Bodhisattva after reading too many scriptures.

The ink carp that hasn't gone far: "..."

There is no way, the impression of Master Mingbiao on him is his old appearance, so Mo Li has no choice but to maintain this appearance to save people.

The palace was still in chaos, and when others remembered the folk doctor who was forcibly brought into the palace the night before, they would not know that it would be a few days later.Therefore, before Mo Li left the palace, he deliberately walked to the palace with Meng Qi to make sure that Zhu Meiren, who had suffered a stroke, was not in danger of dying, and then brought the doctors out casually.

Among them were Master Mingbian and Dr. Hu, who together with Mo Li saw Zhu Meiren.

Dr. Hu is a doctor in a medicine hall in Jixianfang, and Master Mingbian is the presiding officer of Jingu Temple.

Mo Li sent the latter off, while Meng Qi went to Jixianfang.

On the way to send them off, Mo Li also broke the hands and feet of seven or eight local ruffians, making them lie in the alley and howl.

The larger market neighborhoods have successively had garrison troops and government officials. Although the common people are afraid to open their doors for business, the situation is not too bad.Those remote places had long been haunted by quacks who were suspected of being in the Fengxing Pavilion. When Mo Li knocked down a thief who was about to break open the door, he had a face-to-face meeting with those quacks.

They looked at the ink carp suspiciously, and came up to salute.

"Dare to ask the senior's name..."

Mo Li left without saying a word.

When he couldn't tell whether the other party was Qiu Si's subordinate or Qiu Jing's subordinate, it was better to reveal some whereabouts and let Qiu Jing come to find him.

I don't know if the Qiu Pavilion Master can return to Ningtai City in time.

The people in Fengxing Pavilion looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't go after him, they just wrote down that there was such a person, and of course the news would be reported layer by layer.

Mo Li walked around the nearby markets, and saw people patrolling the city's yamen everywhere, and the doors and windows of every house were tightly closed, even those from wealthy families.

Mo Li tried to hide in the dark and listened to the conversations of other people in Fengxing Pavilion. It turned out that most of the Jianghu people didn't know what happened. Well, they are not only collecting information for Fengxing Pavilion, even their wives, children and relatives may be related to these shops.

Fengxing Pavilion is like a huge net, tightly weaving the major commercial houses together in the market. Maybe these people's ancestral home is far and wide, but now their home is in Ningtai, and they will never allow chaos here.

Qiu Si didn't need to give any orders at all, everyone in Fengxing Pavilion would be dispatched.

Mo Li shook his head. He realized that Qiu Si's subordinates were divided into two parts. One was the Jianghu people like Chushanhu Yuan Ting. , and the other is someone like Cheng Jingchuan who is in the officialdom.

It is the latter who controls the city right now.

"What is the doctor looking at?"

A familiar and intimate voice came from next to his ear, Mo Li didn't turn his head, and pointed to the soldiers and horses patrolling the city.

Meng Qi is now in his forties, wearing a well-embroidered robe, I don't know which dragon's son or phoenix's clothes belonged to, at that time Meng Qi randomly found a luxurious palace room and went in to search. Many new clothes were found in the wooden cabinet.

There are many kinds of cloth embroidery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the descendants of King Ning will not wear clothes embroidered with various dragons all day long like in the drama, for fear that others will not know that they are descendants of dragons and phoenixes. As long as the cloth is expensive, comfortable and exquisitely embroidered, All styles are available.

For example, this one is very in line with Meng Qi's preferences.

The color is very similar to the material that Mo Li picked out for him in cloth village back then, and it is soft to the touch.

Since it was really lost in Feihe Mountain, it would be nice to have a substitute.Anyway, clothes are nothing if you wear them (…)

Meng Qi saw the ink carp from a long distance away.

Apart from their agreement to meet near here, Meng Qi knew Mo Li more and more, knew that he didn't want to attract attention, and knew what kind of place he liked to choose.The two sides of this roof ridge happen to be blocked by nearby buildings, so as long as you pay a little attention, it is difficult to be found. The best thing is that there is a pharmacy below.

It's summer, and pharmacies will be equipped with insect-proof sachets and medicine bags, especially in the south.

Different pharmacies have different decisions about the amount, and different places have different methods. For example, where there are many snakes, add more realgar, and where there are ants, add Angelica dahurica, etc.

It's like a national player hearing the sound of chess pieces being placed on the plate, and the chef smelling the aroma of other's special dishes... Cuan Kuan's walking pace slowed down, and he couldn't help but want to stop and taste it.

So Meng Qi found a suitable one.

It's just that besides the rattan box, beside Mo Li, there is also a lacquered carrying case.

"This is?" Meng Qi didn't look at those ordinary soldiers and horses, but picked up the suitcase instead.

This kind of box is very common, and it is usually used to store meals, keep warm and avoid dust.

Mo Li stretched out his hand to open the lid, and the edge of his palm touched the back of Meng Qi's hand.

Meng Qi took advantage of the situation and touched it, in exchange for the latter staring helplessly.

"what?"

A bowl of bright meat, made with a lot of sugar and vinegar, exudes a tempting aroma.

Meng Qi couldn't help picking up his chopsticks, but was stopped by Mo Li.

"Drink porridge first."

The carrying box has two layers, the first layer is meat and stewed cabbage, and the lower layer is rice porridge and sesame cakes.

The sponge cake is very well made. Just by looking at it, you can tell that the master’s craftsmanship is first-class. This is the instinctive reaction of Meng Guoshi, who loves Nandian.

"You haven't eaten seriously in the past two days. Although the snacks are delicious, they can't be used as a meal." Mo Li frowned and said, seeing that Meng Qi was not guilty at all and even very happy, he couldn't help humming, " If you don’t like to hear this, if my master Mr. Qin is here, you will have to eat porridge for three days and only eat soft and rotten cabbage, and there is no meat to eat.”

——That's because the doctor loves me, the national teacher thought proudly.

Meng Qi took the porridge bowl, took a sip happily, and did not forget to boast: "Which family's craftsmanship is this, drinking it is so soft and sweet, it seems to be sweet to the heart."

Mo Li ignored him, and said calmly: "It's a restaurant two streets away, it looks like it belongs to Fengxing Pavilion, many shops are closed today, many people from Jianghu can only go there, I paid double the price I cut off the food ordered by a bodyguard, and the other party was willing to wait a little longer for the sake of money. Brother Meng just drank it, maybe it tastes like money."

Meng Qi: "..."

He has clothes on his body and food in his hands, but he is extremely flustered.

Maybe it's because I don't have money in my pocket now, so I can't afford to support a doctor.