Mr. Fu ran away again today

Mo Chen withdrew his hand silently, he guessed that maybe when he just put the quilt on the pillow, he accidentally moved the pillow, so that the jade pendant moved.

"Most of the medicines in the army are for these injuries, and the effect is not bad." Fu Chuxi said, touching the wound, she couldn't help coughing twice.

"Do you want some water?" Mo Chen asked.

Fu Chuxi hummed, and Mo Chen went to pour water.

The tea in the teapot on the table was already cold, Mo Chen saw a small iron pot beside him, so he went to pour water, and put the iron pot on the charcoal brazier beside him to burn it.

Fu Chuxi was half lying on the bed, rubbing a jade with her left hand under the quilt, and looked at Mo Chen who was boiling water for him with complicated emotions.Mo Chen just passed the weak championship this year, maybe because he seldom leaves Mochen Island on weekdays, and he just concentrates on practicing martial arts every day and doesn't care about world affairs, he always looks like a teenager.

It was precisely because of this that he gave himself the island master jade pendant that Yang Lang had already returned to him.This was a token and a promise, but he knew he could never accept it.

"How did you find it?" Fu Chuxi's voice was still a little weak when he spoke.

Mo Chen sat on the stool and waited for the water to boil. He used tongs to pick up a few pieces of charcoal and put them into the brazier, dialed and said: "I haven't retreated for a long time, and I haven't heard from you. I'm worried that something will happen. After August [-] Seeing that you didn't come back, I wanted to go out to look for you, but was stopped by Uncle Gao. Later, Master Ma said that he had a letter from you, saying that you would come back after the Chinese New Year. But I left the customs until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Only then did I realize that those letters were fake... Later I went to the White Mansion, and Bai Zirui returned the five-year contract to me, but he refused to tell me where you were going. Later, a Taoist who set up a fortune teller told me, oh, It's the storyteller who always talks about Jianghu in teahouses."

Mo Chen spoke lightly, but Fu Chuxi's heart tightened when he heard it.

"You didn't have to be like this..." Fu Chuxi sighed, he didn't have to break through for himself, Fu Chuxi knew that Elder Gao probably didn't simply stop him from going back, the pain of flesh and blood must be inevitable.He went to ask Bai Zirui, after getting the five-year contract, there was no need to rush out of the customs. When they signed the contract, Mo Chen said that if he wanted to leave in the future, all he had to do was return the contract to him.

Mo Chen said: "I know. It's just that Hall Master Ma said that if the Vermillion Bird Hall can't find the person, he is probably dead. I just don't believe it."

Fu Chuxi said: "The Zhuquetang is searching for people from the Jianghu, and the affairs of the Jianghu, so naturally they don't know the situation in the government."

"At that time, I didn't think about it." Mo Chen lifted the lid of the iron pot, and the steam was rising, but the water hadn't boiled yet.

"That day, Hall Master Ma was pushed into a hurry by me, so he asked me if I knew the location of Mr. Fu's capital residence, who he usually gets along with, and who his family members are at home, so that it would be convenient for them to look for it." Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi with a wry smile, " It's been more than three years, and I didn't realize until then that I... know almost nothing about you."

Fu Chuxi was silent for a moment, and said, "The Taoist you saw is my master Chang Qingzi."

Mo Chen was startled: "Your master? A master who cultivates Taoism?" That storyteller who tells stories in teahouses every day and never speaks well of himself is his master?

Fu Chuxi changed his posture with difficulty, and continued: "The master who brought me up since childhood, taught me calligraphy and martial arts, also involved Yin-Yang and Five Elements."

Mo Chen couldn't understand at all now: "Aren't you His Royal Highness Li Wang? How could the emperor's son live with the Taoist priest?"

The water gurgled and steamed, Mo Chen poured the boiled water into a cup and put it on the table to cool.

Through the rising fog, Mo Chen couldn't see Fu Chuxi's face clearly.

Fu Chuxi fumbled for the jade pendant: "I am the second son of my father, and my mother is Jieyu. After giving birth to me, she was named Zhaorong. I have lived in the palace since I was a child. I read and practiced calligraphy every day, and accompanied me. By my mother's side. Until I was five years old when there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River, I don't know where the rumors came from, saying that the flood was caused by someone in the palace who was hit by a ghost, and it would flood the river and stabilize the mountains."

Mo Chen could roughly guess what Fu Chuxi was going to say next.

"If it's a eunuch and a court lady, if she is caught, she will be killed on the spot. But the one who hit him with evil spirits is me, the emperor's own son." Fu Chuxi sighed.

Mo Chen stood up and brought the cooled water to the side of the bed, and put it in Fu Chuxi's hand.

Fu Chuxi took it and took two sips, and said: "Later, my master appeared and wanted to take me to practice Taoism. My father wanted someone to take over this trouble, so he let me go."

Mo Chen pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed, listening to Fu Chuxi continue.

"After that, I would receive a message from my father every three to five years, asking me to go back. Every time I went back, I would stay for a day or two at most, and sometimes I couldn't even see my mother. I stayed in Beijing for three days, and I thought I could spend one more day with my mother, but I didn't know that my mother had passed away two years ago when I arrived in Beijing..." Fu Chuxi stopped to take a sip of water, his eyebrows drooping Looking at the cup in her hand, Fu Chuxi looked very uncomfortable, perhaps because she never thought that one day she would reveal these scars to others.

Mo Chen clenched his fingers tightly. He didn't expect that there were such deep scars hidden under Mr. Fu's calm smile.

Fu Chuxi said: "At that time, my father believed in Buddhism, so he asked the master he invited to take a look at my face. The master's statement was completely different from what he said in the past. My father only thought that I followed the master for many years to practice and reform. If I die, let me stay in the capital. However, the power in the capital is turbulent, and the crown prince and King Ying are each in their own faction. During the few days they stayed in the capital, they all sent people to test it out. If I stayed at that time, I can't avoid being dragged into this muddy water by them, and I can't escape the fate of becoming someone else's pawn. So..."

Fu Chuxi looked at Mo Chen with complicated eyes: "...I found you."

These five words seemed to be pierced into Mo Chen's ears.His breathing was a little short. If what Fu Chuxi said earlier made him feel distressed, what Fu Chuxi said now was like a knife piercing his chest.

It turned out that there was no unexpected encounter at all...

Those past events that made him feel like a spring breeze every time he recalled them, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"You traveled with your master, so you naturally know about Jianghu. You know who I am, what's behind me, and what I can give you..." Mo Chen couldn't continue, he raised his head with difficulty, and glanced at Fu Chuxi .

There was a hint of apology in Fu Chuxi's eyes: "I need time to build my own power, and I also need a place to avoid the affairs of the capital. So when you invite me, I will encourage you to take out the position of chief financial officer..."

Mo Chen was very puzzled: "But how do you know that I will agree to you? How do you know that I will really hand over all the finances of a sect to you? If you are wrong..."

Fu Chuxi interrupted Mo Chen: "The way you looked at me told me that you would."

Eyes... Mo Chen's heart trembled, and a thought that terrified him came out from the bottom of his heart.

It took a lot of effort to make himself look less flustered.

"You know...know that I treat you..." Mo Chen couldn't restrain the trembling in his voice.

Fu Chuxi nodded slightly.

Mo Chen seemed to have been pumped out of his whole body, he supported the chair with his hands so as not to fall down.

"Your Highness, it's time to take medicine."

The felt curtain of the main tent was raised, and Yang Lang walked in with a bowl of medicine. He was not surprised to see Mo Chen, he just pretended not to see it.

Mo Chen sat there as if his acupoints had been tapped, his mind was blank, he saw Yang Lang helping Fu Chuxi to lean on his body, and then picked up the medicine bowl to feed Fu Chuxi, Fu Chuxi took his hand Frowning, he drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.

Mo Chen suddenly remembered that on their way back to Mochen Island, there was a juggling performance on the side of the road. He thought it was interesting, so he reached out to pull Fu Chuxi to watch, but Fu Chuxi frowned and withdrew her hand, saying that she didn't like being close to others since she was a child.After that, Mo Chen never dared to get too close to him...

Is it because you don't like being close to others, or because you know that you have unreasonable thoughts about him, so you say that you don't like being close to others?

Mo Chen looked at Yang Lang helping him to lie down, as if he already knew the answer to the question.I'm afraid this sentence was only said to him...

Mo Chen managed to gather some strength, he stood up and said: "Your Highness is seriously injured, you should take a good rest, the grass people have disturbed you for so long, you should go back..."

After Mo Chen finished speaking, he hurriedly walked outside the tent.

"Mo Chen." Fu Chuxi said.

Mo Chen stopped in his tracks.

"You left something behind." Fu Chuxi said again.

Mo Chen turned his head and saw his island master jade pendant lying on his open palm.