The county horse is a medicine jar

Mo Zhu's affairs were calm and reliable, and Lin Sishen could feel at ease with her by his side, but this time Liu Qingyun deliberately said so, and specially ordered Mo Zhu to live in Liuguang Pavilion.

Lin Sishen knew without thinking about it, she wanted Mo Zhu to monitor Lin Sishen and Shen Qingwan nearby in Liuguang Pavilion.

Mo Zhu has always been loyal to Lin Sishen, even if it was Liu Qingyun's order, Lin Sishen was very relieved of her.Therefore, even if Mo Zhu lived in Liuguang Pavilion, she was not worried at all.

After some discussion, Liu Qingyun intentionally left Mo Zhu behind, and drove Lin Sishen out of the room. The two of them didn't know what they said in the room.It was almost noon when Mo Zhu came out from the house.

Lin Sishen rushed to Yixian Building, Mo Zhu supported her with a paper fan, and the two walked side by side to the gate of the house.

Along the way, Lin Sishen looked calm, pacing leisurely with his hands behind his back.On the contrary, Mo Zhu seemed to be hesitant to speak, and the corner of his eye always seemed to glance at Lin Sishen's face.

Lin Sishen had already noticed her uneasiness, but he couldn't wait for her to speak up.When she got to a place where there was no one around, she sighed helplessly, stopped her steps and turned her head to look at Mo Zhu, and asked softly: "Why, you don't plan to tell me if I don't ask you?"

Mo Zhu lowered his eyes, looked at the wet bluestone slab under his feet, and slowly clenched the handle of the umbrella with his pale and clean five fingers: "Ma'am, she...is always worried about the princess."

Lin Sishen nodded, and after pondering for a while, asked again: "Mo Zhu, what did you say to your mother last night and why did she..."

Mo Zhu didn't raise his head, but stared blankly at the bluestone slab under his feet, and the little drops of water seeping out along the cracks, and said in a low voice: "This servant just mentioned a few words on the sidelines, Madam has always had something for the young master in her heart. Shame, when you calm down and think about it carefully, you will definitely feel sorry for the son's forbearance for the General's Mansion for many years."

Lin Sishen stopped, frowned and looked at Mo Zhu seriously: "I know you have a sense of propriety, but are you still suspicious of Wan... and the Princess, just like your mother?"

On the gloomy sky, pea-sized raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella, shaking off a cluster of fine water droplets.

Mo Zhu lowered her head, the snow-white skirt was splashed wet a little, she pursed her lips with flickering eyes and asked in a low voice: "What about the young master? Does the young master completely trust the princess?"

There was some hesitation between Lin Sishen's eyebrows, and after a long silence, she finally sighed softly: "I believe she will not harm me, nor will she harm the General's House."

What a smart person Mo Zhu is, she pierced Lin Sishen straight to the point, and stared at her with deep eyes: "Then why did you hesitate?"

Such an understatement of a question was like a sharp knife piercing Lin Sishen's heart fiercely.Why did she hesitate, but because she was always on guard against Shen Qingwan?

Even she doesn't know it.

Lin Sishen was startled, she frowned and looked at Mo Zhu, but didn't speak for a long time.But in the end, she avoided Mo Zhu's gaze, walked forward, and said in a deep voice: "The time is coming, it's time to hurry."

The raindrops fluttering from the sky fell on Lin Sishen's shoulders, and slid down along the exquisite ancient patterns embroidered with silver silk, staining the pure white wool.

Mo Zhu looked up at Lin Sishen's slender and slender back, sighed secretly, walked to Lin Sishen's side in three steps at a time, and tried his best to prop the oil-paper umbrella on top of Lin Sishen's head: "My lord, the carriage is ready."

Yixian Tower is located outside the city, and it was built under the supervision of a former imperial tutor, who holds a very important position in the literary world.After his death, his descendants gradually withered. In the past, a wealthy businessman who loved writing and ink paid a lot of money to buy Yixian Pavilion and set it up as his private residence.

This person usually invites some literati to drink and write poems in Yixian Pavilion. The Immortal Tower is vacated, and I would like to invite everyone to gather in Yixian Tower to hold this grand literary event.

The carriage drove out slowly from the city gate, Lin Sishen sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

In today's poetry meeting, all kinds of ghosts and snake gods with ulterior motives gathered together. If the princess and Bai Tingshan want to rectify the name of the fourth prince Yang Wei, the fourth prince will definitely come to Yixian Tower.

The second prince was sent by His Majesty to Langzhou for inspection today. Although it is not known whether His Majesty intends to transfer him away from the capital, the second prince will definitely not show up at the poetry meeting.

But even if he doesn't show up, he will definitely send someone to the poetry meeting secretly.And Lin Sishen's every move will also fall into the eyes of those people.

Lin Sishen was leaning against the car curtain, with her eyes closed and her expression calm, she tapped on the wooden table one by one with her fingers, as if she was thinking about something.

Mo Zhu glanced sideways at Lin Sishen's rain-wet shoulder, took off the copper pot from the stove, poured a cup of hot ginger tea into the teacup on the wooden table, and slowly pushed it to Lin Sishen's hand.

The carriage drove steadily on the official road, and the half-full hot tea in the cup was slightly swaying, just like Lin Sishen's state of mind at this time.

Seeing that Lin Sishen hadn't moved for a long time, Mo Zhu couldn't help reminding: "When we arrive at Yixian Tower, there is still a stick of incense, and the young master just got caught in the rain, so let's drink a cup of ginger tea first."

Lin Sishen slowly opened her eyes, she stared at the teacup on the wooden table absently, her dark and bright eyes flickered with a faint light.

Seeing this, Mo Zhu on the side sighed softly: "Those literati always hate military generals like you who have gone to the battlefield. If you go today, you will probably be looked down upon a lot."

Lin Sishen raised the teacup to his lips, took a sip, then smiled and said, "It's okay, I know that in the eyes of these lofty and arrogant literati, I'm just a reckless man."

The first battle in Anqing and two years in the frontier, although Lin Sishen became a well-known brave general in the Jin country, her murder of 20 Lao people was still criticized by many people.

But those literati who don't want to eat minced meat hide in the stable and peaceful city, but they sneer at Lin Sishen, saying that she is tyrannical and murderous, and she writes eloquently, full of sarcasm.

Lin Sishen has also read several poems of his new works, and the words are all satirical inside and out, so he barely mentions them by name.

So going to Yixian Tower today is not as simple as going to a banquet, she came here uninvited, I am afraid that she will receive a lot of cold eyes and insinuations as Mo Zhu said.

Mo Zhu looked at her steadfastly, then suddenly pursed his lips and lowered his brows and eyes, raised his hand to fiddle with the copper pot on the table, and said in a low voice: "There is the princess here, I think the princess will not let the young master be bullied."

Lin Sishen only felt that what she said was a little strange to her ears, but she didn't think much about it, and just nodded casually.

Then he put down the teacup, raised his hand and raised the curtain to look outside the car, and said quietly, "It's almost here."

Driving through the quiet path full of bamboo forests on both sides, we soon arrived at the gate of Yixian Tower.

The coachman stopped the carriage and respectfully asked Lin Sishen to get off.

Just as Lin Sishen jumped out of the carriage, he saw a few people dressed as scholars in long robes passing by on both sides of the carriage. They looked at Lin Sishen and saw that she had an extraordinary demeanor and a refined and handsome appearance. Who is the son of Taifu Guogong's family.

Then they greeted Lin Sishen eagerly one after another, walked up to Lin Sishen, smiled and asked, "I don't know the name of this young master?"

Lin Sishen turned to look at them with great interest, and said with a faint smile, "Lin Sishen."

Those people had smiles on their faces, but when they heard her name, they looked at each other, and their faces suddenly turned cold. Although they had to be respectful, their expressions were clearly full of disdain.

A few of them were self-confident and did not want to be with such a bloodthirsty warrior like Lin Sishen, but they were afraid of offending Lin Sishen, so they spoke in a strange tone: "It turns out that it is the famous Minister of the Ministry of War, Mr. Lin, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Lin Sishen lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, his eyes swept over the people in front of him, but he didn't speak.

Mo Zhu took a cloak and got off the carriage, walked behind Lin Sishen, raised his hand to put it on for her: "My lord, it's windy and windy today, be careful of catching cold."

When those people saw this, they looked at each other, and then smiled with deep contempt.I thought it was just to make fun of Lin Sishen for coming to the poetry meeting, and he brought a beautiful maid with him, which is really like a big shot.

Lin Sishen stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes swept over the few people lightly, looked at the Yixian Tower not far away, and then said with a smile: "Gentlemen, please."

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晚安。感谢在2020-03-2123:09:20~2020-03-2422:14:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 421893581;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 420884872;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Juanjuan, Linlinlin, Ziyun Qingyou, TimeAfterTime°, Refusal to Smile, 42169772, 420884871;

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