Tread thousands of dust

Ying Chaosheng walked into the Pipa Langyuan.

"It will be your birthday soon, I specially picked this one for you." Ying Chaosheng handed the box to Yin Zhixiao.

Yin Zhixiao was not in a good mood these days, but she still smiled and said, "Master Ying, please be polite."

Speaking of which, she took the box and opened it, and there was a beautiful pearl hairpin inside. For some reason, she suddenly remembered another pearl hairpin that she had rejected.

This pearl hairpin was embellished with brocade flowers according to her liking, so how could it be the same as the other one?

Yin Zhixiao smiled sweetly: "I like it very much, thank you sir."

Ying Chaosheng said greenly: "As long as you like it."

"Thank you Mr. Ying for taking care of you these days. Langyuan has reopened, so you don't have to worry about Mr. Ying." Yin Zhixiao pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Ying Chaosheng smiled: "I'm not for Langyuan, I'm for you."

Yin Zhixiao was taken aback for a moment, and blushed involuntarily.

Ying Chaosheng boldly asked: "It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a while, would you like to enjoy the lanterns with me?"

After asking, he only felt that his heart was pounding, and he really had no bottom.

Yin Zhixiao's face turned even redder, she nodded shyly, red like brocade flowers on the pearl hairpin.

"I am willing."

Mo Fengyi really didn't want to enter the palace again, but because Xun Can had to stay in the Quansheng Temple almost every day because of the dispatch of troops, Mo Fengyi simply went with him.

Anyway, for an idler like him who doesn't care about things, he doesn't stand out in the palace.

So Xun Can and Yu Zhi were discussing matters with the emperor, while Mo Fengyi stayed in the outer hall to eat and drink.

"Hey, my lord, why are you still lying down? This is Yutao!"

As soon as Chen Zhongming came in and saw Mo Fengyi crouching on the ground, he was almost scared out of his wits.

Mo Fengyi stood up lazily and pretentiously, but he was still lying comfortably. He threw a candied date into his mouth: "Eunuch Chen, when will Xun Can and the others finish their discussions? It's been two hours."

Chen Zhongming accompanied him with a smile and said: "The state affairs are important, and General Yanghe is naturally busy. No, the emperor also specially ordered the dining room to prepare some snacks for you. If your highness needs anything, just tell the old slave."

Mo Fengyi watched the group of young eunuchs serve up ten dishes, which looked good.

"Is this prepared by the emperor's messenger?"

Chen Zhongming quickly replied: "General Yang He mentioned it to the emperor. General Yang He said that you probably don't want to have lunch, so the emperor ordered the dining room to prepare some snacks for you first."

Mo Fengyi curled up his mouth and nodded: "Leave it alone."

Chen Zhongming continued to laugh and said: "It's rare for Your Highness to come to the palace, why don't you go for a walk with the empresses? The empresses are really looking forward to you."

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, then just coughed and said: "I am a noisy person, I heard that the empress is in poor health, so I'd better not bother her."

Chen Zhongming bowed and said with a smile: "The empress's phoenix body has not been very happy. His Royal Highness King Qian Jing came to attend to the sick, and now he is still in the empress's palace. Your Highness is not as good as..."

"I'm not feeling well either. I'm afraid it will be even more uncomfortable for my mother if I go." Mo Fengyi choked him back with a single sentence.

Chen Zhongming didn't know how to answer it for a while, before Mo Fengyi came to the palace, he had to go to the empress's place, why was he so resistant this time?

But he still said with a smile: "It's the old slave who talks too much."

Mo Feng shook his head irritably, stuffed a piece of snack in his mouth casually, and asked: "Eunuch Chen, how many years have you been in the palace?"

Chen Zhongming tactfully replied: "Back to Your Highness, at least 40 years."

Mo Feng was surprised: "It's been so long..."

Chen Zhongming nodded respectfully: "When this old slave entered the palace, even Princess Xiangyue was still young."

Mo Fengyi picked up another piece of pastry, glanced casually at Chen Zhongming's gray hair and hunchback that had become a habit, and suddenly asked, "Is this almond?"

After seeing it, Chen Zhongming replied: "It's the marzipan cake, which was carefully made by the imperial chef. The original bitter almonds are covered with a layer of syrup, and it tastes sweet. Do you still like it, Your Highness?"

"The bitter almonds have become sweet... Heh, that's also bitter almonds." Mo Fengyi chewed the candy, but it was really not bitter at all, "Of course I like things in the palace. "

"As long as your Highness likes it, this is the blessing of the royal chefs." Chen Zhongming had a smiling face, and he was always smiling.

Mo Fengyi continued to chew on the candy cake, and then changed the topic: "Eunuch Chen, was I really naughty when I was young?"

Chen Zhongming smiled brightly at this: "That's right, you take the children of the aristocratic family out to have fun all day long, and you have searched the imperial city and palace."

"I remember that I was often beaten by my father." Mo Fengyi lowered his eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Master Mo is strict with you, and it should be."

"Yes, my father is very strict, but my mother is different. I remember her as a very gentle person."

Chen Zhongming nodded: "His Royal Highness is gentle and gentle, and she loves our palace people very much, let alone you, Your Highness."

Mo Fengyi smiled: "Sometimes I am really curious, my mother is so gentle, and my father is serious and serious, how did I come to be such a naughty person."

Chen Zhongming also smiled, but did not speak.

Mo Fengyi nodded, swallowed the last bite of food, and said slowly: "I was young when my mother left, and I can't remember clearly. Do you remember what disease she had?"

Chen Zhongming was taken aback: "Her Royal Highness, the phoenix body has not been healthy for a long time. It was transferred to Jixiang back then, and the weather suddenly turned cold. Lord Mo was out of the city on business and was not by her side. Her Royal Highness, the Princess, fell ill after failing to hold on."

"You do remember clearly."

Chen Zhongming's body trembled abruptly, and he laughed a few more times: "This old servant also grew up watching Her Highness the Princess. When he died of illness and the whole country was in pain, I naturally remember it."

Mo Fengyi asked again: "Then what about me, my father is not by her side, what about me?"

Chen Zhongming hesitantly said: "This... this old slave doesn't remember, maybe Master Mo took you out of the city together, after all, it's been three or four months."

"Maybe..." Mo Feng thought for a while, "Forget it, don't mention these sad things."

"Yes, Your Highness is now so handsome and powerful that everyone praises it. Presumably the boss and the princess are also at ease."

Mo Fengyi nodded, and just about to say something, Xiang Qianrong suddenly entered the door.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Fengyi immediately rolled his eyes and replied: "Why, can you take care of this whole holy hall?"

Chen Zhongming was so frightened that he immediately said, "His Royal Highness be careful!"

Xiang Qianrong was too lazy to talk to him, and said to Chen Zhongming: "Chen Gonggong, the emperor announced me into the palace, where are you now?"

Chen Zhongming replied: "Return to Mr. Minister, the emperor is discussing matters with General Jiagui and General Jiagui in Heyang, let the old slave inform you."

"it is good."

Chen Zhongming withdrew from the hall, Xiang Qianrong narrowed his eyes and said, "How dare you enter the palace?"

Mo Fengyi changed his position and lay on his side, "Why, why didn't I dare?"

"I thought you should dig a hole to hide yourself." Xiang Qianrong sarcastically curved his lips.

"Master Xiang is really my confidant, am I hiding here? Is there any place safer than the palace?" Mo Fengyi raised his eyebrows at him and chuckled.

Xiang Qianrong was overwhelmed by this man's brazenness, and asked, "Could it be possible that you can still stay in the palace? Don't care about the chaos outside?"

"The situation is unfavorable. Of course I can hide for a while. I'm not a very ambitious person. They want to make trouble for me. Is it possible that I still hit their swords?"

Xiang Qianrong snorted coldly: "Now that Nanshi is declaring war with us, do you think you can stay out of it?"

"General Yu is going to fight, is it possible that he will choose me as his lieutenant general? What does this have to do with me?" Mo Fengyi gritted his teeth and asked.

Xiang Qianrong said angrily: "Didn't you cause the turmoil at the border between Nanshi and Beiyi? Wasn't it because of you that Suzhou and Mianzhou caused the chaos? Now there is going to be a war, but you can shrink your neck and hide In the palace, is it because the emperor won't punish you?"

"Of course, the emperor will not blame me. After all, this kind of thing is only spread in the Jianghu. No one can really accuse me of causing trouble in the Jianghu, right?"

Xiang Qianrong said angrily: "But everyone knows whose fault it is!"

"Who is it?" Mo Fengyi was still smiling.

Xiang Qianrong was speechless, who is to blame?Blame Mo Fengyi, or Ling Ziming?

"You know it in your heart." Xiang Qianrong gritted his teeth and said, "Why is Ling Ziming a Gu girl? And why do you let the turmoil in the world go unnoticed? Now you still have the face to live freely in the palace!"

"Then you're being righteous now, are you complaining for someone?" Mo Fengyi said coldly, "Should I still say sorry to you?"

Xiang Qianrong also said coldly: "I just remind you that the imperial palace is not your safe haven. Wherever you go, do whatever you want!"

Mo Fengyi got up and went to the bed and said: "General Jiagui is sent out now, so you are worried about her, and I don't blame you for your unhappiness. But I also remind you that it is not up to me, Mo Fengyi, to do anything." Your eldest son is pointing fingers, you should take care of yourself first."

Xiang Qianrong was so angry that he was about to speak when Chen Zhongming came in at the right time and said, "Master Minister, the emperor announces you to enter the main hall. His Royal Highness, General Yanghe has already come out."

The two nodded at the same time, both a little unwilling.

Xun Can and Yu Zhi came out first, Xiang Qianrong glanced at him and went in.

Xun Can was puzzled and said, "Why are you and Xiang Qianrong still quarreling?"

Mo Fengyi curled his lips: "It's not noisy, he just didn't want General Yu to go to war, so he took his anger on me."

Yuzhi also smiled: "You too, A Can and I heard your voices inside, what a big deal, and still so childish."

Mo Fengyi pouted: "Then you tell him, it's not me who wants to quarrel..."

"Okay, I'll turn around and scold him, but you also remember that this is the palace, so be careful what you say, and don't let anyone listen to you." Yu Zhi only gave an order and left first.

The more Mo Fengyi thought about it, the more angry he became, he always felt that he shouldn't swallow his anger just now, and should scold that short-sighted person enough.

Xun Can was very happy to see him holding his breath: "Let's go, what are you still doing?"

Mo Feng stomped his feet angrily: "Why did he say that about me!"

Xun Can squeezed his hand as if no one was around: "You also said that he was unhappy, so don't worry about it."

Mo Fengyi shook him off and asked angrily, "Why did it take you so long to come out?"

"It's not the formation diagram. No matter how I drew it, I felt something was wrong. I discussed it with General Yu for a long time." Xun Can was holding a scroll in his hand, looking really tired, and his face was not very good.

Mo Fengyi forced his pressure down and said, "Did the discussion come to fruition? Have you finished the painting?"

Xun Can curled his lips and smiled lightly: "Of course, do you think I'm a rich man?"

"General Xun is brilliant and martial, and I admire him so much." Mo Feng smiled lightly, feeling a little relieved.

Mo Fengyi didn't have the leisure to get angry with Xiang Qianrong again, he called Ling Ziming back to the Mo residence as soon as he left the palace.

Ling Ziming got into the carriage and didn't know why: "What are you going to do? In such a hurry."

Mo Fengyi closed his eyes and leaned on the carriage, "Go back and find something."

"Looking for what?"

"Book from home."

Ling Ziming frowned slightly: "What family letter? I didn't see it when I was packing up the books for my uncle."

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't." Mo Fengyi said annoyedly, "My father was out of the city for several months on business, so it's impossible that he didn't write a letter to the imperial city."

"so what?"

"That's why I don't believe the nonsense of my mother's sudden illness!" Mo Fengyi gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Chen Zhongming remembered that my mother had a cold illness, and that my father was not in the imperial city. He even remembered that my father had been away for a few months, but Forget me, do you think it's possible?"

Ling Ziming felt that he was really fooling around: "So what? So what if you found the family letter from back then? It was nothing more than a private conversation between husband and wife, what else do you expect to find? What's more, if it was left until now, when I sorted out my uncle's How could you not have seen the relic?"

"My father didn't take anything with him when he left the imperial city. If there is a family letter, it must be in the Mo residence." Mo Fengyi lowered his brows, and Ling Ziming couldn't say anything harsh in an instant.

Mo Fengyi rummaged through the study room covered with a thin layer of dust, Ling Ziming endured several times not to interrupt him.

As expected, Mo Fengyi found nothing.

"Why not..."

Ling Ziming said calmly: "Princess Xu died of illness, and my uncle was in pain, so he destroyed the letter together."

Mo Fengyi said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Pei Zhixu entered the door and responded.

"Send 30 people to look for it, and dig three feet to find it for me."

Pei Zhixu was taken aback, Ling Ziming immediately said angrily: "Are you still making trouble?"

"I just want to find out."

Ling Ziming was full of anger: "I said you can't find it! It's gone!"

"Yes! There must be! I say yes!"

Ling Ziming was so angry that she wanted to slap him, but this guy was her brother, she couldn't ignore him no matter how angry she was: "What are you doing now? Didn't you keep saying that you would never come back when you moved away? Didn't you say Mo Is the government just an empty shell? What are you doing now!"

Mo Fengyi lowered his voice a lot, and said silently: "I just... I want to find the letter..."

"What can I do if I find the letter?" Ling Ziming roared, "Can you know the truth about the death of the princess back then? Do you really think that you can make yourself feel at ease?"

Pei Zhixu retreated silently, while Mo Fengyi stared at the empty cabinet dejectedly, nestling in the chair as if abandoned, he was already out of tune with this one.

Ling Ziming swallowed a bit and said, "Brother, you said it yourself. The Mo House carried your parents' past, and you never want to come back. Now? Didn't you always want to get rid of the shadow that your uncle gave you? Now is What are you doing? Did you believe what Kun Tongyao said that night?"

Mo Fengyi lowered his head very depressed: "Everyone is hiding from me...all lying to me..."

Ling Ziming's eyes trembled slightly: "Kun Tongyao said that the empress was the one who killed the princess, did you believe it? Or you actually had doubts before."

"I do not have......"

Ling Ziming sneered: "Then let me ask you, when you enter the palace today, have you ever greeted the empress?"

Mo Fengyi suddenly refused to speak again.

"elder brother......"

"I believe that there are many people who know the truth about my mother. Chen Zhongming knew it, and Cong Zhenyi knew it. They must not be the only ones. Most of the old people in the palace knew about it, but no one would tell me, no one Dare to tell me!" Mo Fengyi complained sadly, "They said they felt sorry for my mother's death, hehe... Who do you think has the ability to make a beloved princess die so badly? Silent? Silence everyone about it?"

Ling Ziming said helplessly: "Naturally, he is a person who is more respected than the princess, and is more favored by the emperor."

Mo Feng said coldly: "I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it, but I can't figure it out, why is she?"

"So you are looking for letters from the family now, do you think there are signs? Does uncle know something?" Ling Ziming said lightly, "But really not, letters are difficult to keep... "

"There must be." Mo Fengyi interrupted her firmly.

Ling Ziming asked curiously: "Why are you so sure?"

Mo Feng said in a deep voice: "Because if it were me, I would definitely keep those letters. Even if I am heartbroken, even if I will never look at it again, I will definitely keep everything related to her. "

Ling Ziming was taken aback for a moment, and Mo Fengyi continued: "It is said that I am very similar to my father, so he will definitely stay."

Ling Ziming sighed: "You have been resisting what others say before, and you have never wanted others to think that you are inheriting from your father."

Mo Feng smiled slightly: "Why? Where did I resist?"

Ling Ziming took a deep breath and said: "Isn't it obvious that you have rectified Wen Yumeng these years? You don't listen to anyone's dissuasion to make drastic reforms, isn't it just to prove that you are different from him? Uncle stay You don't touch all the things you put down and tidy them up for me, and you say that you will never enter Mofu again, isn't this still a resistance?"

Mo Feng curled his lips: "Damn girl..."

"Are you angry with your uncle?" Ling Ziming's tone became gentle, even coaxing the child, "You are blaming him for leaving too early, so you are angry with him because he hides everything. That’s why you are angry, and also because a large number of people question your ability, so you are not reconciled.”

Mo Fengyi's eyes glowed: "Master Qi, Pei Zhixu, you... even Ah Qian, you all know him better than me, he is more honest with anyone than me... It's his son! Why didn't he tell me about his past? Why do I have to hear everything about him from others?"

"Because you are the only person he cares about." Ling Ziming looked at him and said, "Even if you know about these things, it won't help, and if you know, you can only pretend that you don't know, so it's better to just hide it from you from the beginning. .”

Mo Fengyi laughed at himself: "That's why I hate, I'm angry that he treats me like a fool!"

"You are not angry with your uncle, you are angry with yourself. The son wants to support him but does not want to be loved. You are blaming yourself for never knowing him." Ling Ziming sat down weakly and whispered, "If you are really If you blame uncle, you won't go on hunger strike every year around the days before and after the memorial day, you won't run to uncle's tablet every time you have something to talk to yourself, you won't bring Cihuan back to Pan Xiaotai, you won't refuse Go back to Mofu."

"But brother, why do you have to be duplicity? Why don't you say it when you doubt it? Why do you hide these things yourself?" Ling Ziming felt depressed and heartbroken. She was worried that Mo Fengyi would really close herself up like this. .