Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

The afternoon sun in the official department was just right, and the splashed sunlight fell on the stone road, and it was in the same place as the green wall tiles, crisply opening up the splendor of the ground.I don't know when, the lingering spring breeze became soft and no longer blowing people uncomfortable.

Mo Jingchun stood in the corridor, his pale face looked as if he was sick, when the servant on the right came in a hurry, he felt that Shangshu was very thin, and subconsciously stopped his feet.Mo Jingchun had already heard the voice, looked back, and said with a smile: "What are you doing standing there?"

The servant on the right walked up and down with a smile, "It's better for Shangshu to rest, don't let a minor illness drag into a serious illness."

Mo Jingchun shook his head, and jokingly said: "Isn't this beating around the bush and saying that I hide my illness and avoid medical treatment? It's okay, I've already invited a doctor to see it. You came to look for me, but Cui He's matter has been dealt with?"

The servant on the right bowed, "Yes, all the evidence is there, and Cui He also took the initiative to admit it. Look..."

Mo Jingchun: "Let's leave this matter to the government later."

"Ah?" You servant frowned subconsciously, "Are you planning to expose this matter?"

Mo Jingchun smiled and looked at the servant on the right, and said meaningfully: "This matter should never have happened. Isn't it reasonable to hand over illegal matters to the imperial court? How do you call it 'poking out'?"

The servant on the right heard what Mo Jingchun meant, and broke out in sweat immediately, and said, "This subordinate just thinks that since it's his first offence, this matter... may not be that serious."

Mo Jingchun: "It's the first time someone discovered it, so it's called a first offender?"

He became mean, and what he said sounded really weird.

The servant on the right said hurriedly that he didn't dare.

Mo Jingchun squinted at him, saw the sweat on his forehead, and said lightly: "Cui He is just a small official, but he can use the rules and work habits of the official department freely, and seek cooperation from inside and outside." Opportunity, accepting bribes, seeking official positions for others, not to mention, but also taking advantage of their taints. In this way, he not only gained money, but also gained favorable contacts, and those who took the initiative to give money won official positions... That official What about the Ministry of Officials?" He turned to look at the servant on the right, his eyes burning, "What did the Ministry of Officials get?"

The servant on the right trembled, hearing the anger in Mo Jingchun's words, he dared not speak.

He didn't answer, Mo Jingchun answered for him.

Mo Jingchun had a cold face, and said loudly, "Everyone has benefited, but the official department has gained a moth that eats inside and out. The imperial court has harvested many officials who are not worthy of their names. As for the people, they have gained a group of people who will only bully them. Fish and their skin-sucking blood-sucking worm! Right servant, do you think so?"

The right servant fell to his knees with a plop, cold sweat slipped into his eyes, he was so sore that he didn't dare to wipe it, and said tremblingly: "The Shangshu is very right, yes, it's because my subordinates are not thoughtful enough, so I will do it now."

Mo Jingchun let him kneel down, squinting slightly to look at the left servant who was standing still in the distance and did not dare to come over.

A moment later, after seeing Zuo Shilang dodging cleverly, he nodded coldly, "Go." When Mo Jingchun raised his chin slightly, a kind of arrogance that didn't match him emerged.

The servant on the right was stunned and almost forgot to salute.

After leaving in a hurry, standing outside the door, he realized belatedly that at that moment just now, he seemed to have sensed the coercion of the emperor's presence, and his heart couldn't help trembling.

The left servant waited until the right servant disappeared, and then walked out slowly, the speed was as slow as a turtle crawling.

Mo Jingchun stood lazily basking in the sun on the porch, without turning his head, he said, "Are you afraid of colliding with him directly at your speed? He is not stupid."

Zuo Shilang said with a sneer: "Cui He's matter is as you expected, they abandoned their car to save their soldiers, and pushed all the evidence of crimes on Cui He alone, and the few around him, the rest are not slippery." , it’s hard to get started.”

Mo Jingchun nodded casually, "This is expected, and there is no need to pursue it. The evidence is in our hands. As long as it is not destroyed, it will be brought out again one day."

"Then Cui He?"

"Let them go." Mo Jingchun said ruthlessly, "He is not innocent."

Zuo Shilang responded, and then picked up a few important matters to report to Mo Jingchun. After discussing one by one, the sky had gradually darkened.

Mo Jingchun stood for an entire afternoon, but his legs were a little sore. He went back to the house, went to the side to get something, and then slowly set the value over time.The carriage outside the door has been waiting for a long time, Wei Yi in the morning was replaced by Mohen, he was squatting in front of the carriage energetically, chatting with the driver next door, when he saw Mo Jingchun, he quickly jumped down, He helped him onto the carriage without hesitation.

After the carriage got up, Mo Jingchun said amusedly, "Why do you need to help me? I'm not that weak."

Mo Hen's voice came through a car curtain, and he said with a smile: "Isn't it because of your pale face that it really makes people a little worried?" He finished talking about his worries about Mo Jingchun, and then Whispered about Cheng Weizhong, because he was outside, Mohen didn't say much, he just briefly mentioned his experience, but he could still imagine the tragedy.

Mo Jingchun frowned and thought carefully, then shook his head after a long time and said, "It's impossible for him not to know."

If a person does not know what secret he is guarding, he will always reveal something, such as complaints, resentment, or dissatisfaction. It is really normal for such emotions to fall into the narration.But Cheng Wei Zhong is watertight, that's another kind of weirdness.

Knowing this, keeping silent about it, all possibilities are blocked, and the clues are revealed instead.

"Find his sister," Mo Jingchun pondered, and then said, "She may be another breakthrough."

Mohen said puzzledly: "Why are you so concerned about this matter? Now it seems that it is just a matter that may hide a secret in it, although it is weird... Could it be that you have discovered something else in them? Is it wrong?"

Mo Jingchun said with a smile: "That's not just a problem."

He frowned, thoughtfully.

Whether it is a young man, or those who hunted him, dare to do such a thing at the foot of the imperial city, do they think that the people in the government are eating nothing, or are they sure that the young people will not dare to confront the people in the government even if something happens to them?And judging from how these people behaved like this in the capital, we can see their audacity.

Who doesn't know that the capital is under martial law recently?

Even without Mo Jingchun's intervention, even if His Majesty's staff stood by and watched, the strange traces would still be traced to some extent.

Why did they take such a risk?

Is it that they are not afraid of death?Or is it that the secret or something that the teenagers know is very important to them?

Mo Jingchun was very interested in this.

When he returned to Mo Mansion, Mo Jingchun was extremely tired, he didn't sleep well last night, his body was still low-grade fever, and his body was sticky, even if he wanted to sleep like this, he still felt tormented.According to Doctor Qin's opinion, it is best to avoid touching water during this period, but Mo Jingchun felt the stickiness everywhere, so he asked someone to prepare hot water before going to bed.

He was a little groggy at night, and even more sleepy when he was soaked in the water.

Touching the white cloth on the neck with his fingers, after thinking for a moment, Mo Jingchun slowly took it off, and then stretched out his hand to caress the scar on the back of the neck, which has basically begun to fall off, leaving only a few traces.

He breathed a sigh of relief and cleaned carefully.

The sound of splashing water covered some small sounds.

When Mo Jingchun heard the movement of the clothes falling on the ground, he raised his head subconsciously, and a huge beast had already squeezed in behind him, with its hard chest pressed against the back of Mo Jingchun's head, pushing the whole body The originally spacious wooden barrel was packed to the brim, and a large piece of warm water was squeezed out, splashing against the stone surface.

Mo Jingchun: "..."

He tried to move, but the two big men were squeezed into a wooden barrel, and there was no room to turn around.

He said wearily: "Your Majesty, you can ask someone to bring in another wooden barrel."

Emperor Zhengshi said proudly and calmly: "The widow should not be washed separately from the master."

Mo Jingchun gritted his teeth, pinched his arm and twisted it a few times, then sadly realized that this movement was really sticky, immediately straightened his face again, and said fiercely: "I don't want to wash with you."

Behind him, Emperor Zhengshi was silent for a moment, and actually came out of the barrel, naked, went to the side and dragged the small stool that was there before, and then sat on the side of the bathroom, which was already prepared to be heated. By the side of the bucket of hot water, scoop up the water with a ladle, and then start to rinse the body.

Mo Jingchun was a little surprised. He stared blankly at Emperor Zhengshi's movements, and recalled the scenes he had just seen, from His Majesty's figure to... those undisguised places, especially his frankness, He didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of at all, and Mo Jingchun was amazed by the calm appearance of walking back and forth.

The water flowed down along the strong and graceful muscles, licking the well-proportioned and beautiful skin.The tight waist was slashed with ferocious scars, but the extreme beauty of Zhang Yang was fully revealed. Every movement, the exposed masculine aura was like a horn of attack, gnawing at Mo Jingchun's ears.

He looked away abruptly, only to feel his face was as red as fire.

Mo Jingchun pretended to cough, swallowed the ambiguous and strange feeling alive, and forcibly pretended to be calm, "Your Majesty, I asked someone to come in and prepare..."

Emperor Zhengshi turned his head and looked at Mo Jingchun with a half-smile, showing his appearance without hindrance, "Are you sure?"

Mo Jingchun looked at the collar on His Majesty's neck, and suddenly froze in the barrel.

The water in the wooden barrel was squeezed out by His Majesty, and now there is only water up to the waist.The chest exposed to the air was a little cold, and the skin stimulated by the cold air raised little red bumps, as if it was cold, and it seemed to be stimulated by Emperor Zhengshi's gesture.

Gong Yeqi's handsomeness is full of extreme offensive power, even if he just sits there, showing his sense of existence without any scruples, the fresh and sensual breath makes people unable to take their eyes off easily.

The fit and well-proportioned lines are tight and delicate, and there is nothing on the whole body, except for a cold iron product around the neck, which is tightly attached to the emperor's neck.

The extreme contrast between being so clearly ferocious, yet as if he only surrendered to one person, made Mo Jingchun suffocate.

He didn't even realize that he was holding his breath until the beautiful beast came with light steps, stretched out his cold fingers to pinch the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "Master, if you don't breathe again, you will be killed." I want to kiss you."

Mo Jingchun gasped subconsciously, swallowing the hot and humid breath into his bosom.

His eyes were a little flustered, floating around, not knowing where to look, the restrained and shameful appearance made Zhengshi Emperor lustful, but he couldn't move.

Several times of wantonness in succession really ruined the tacit understanding between Mo Jingchun and His Majesty, Emperor Zhengshi didn't want to really scare him away.At that time, even if people were by my side, my heart might not be there, and the emptiness was daunting.

Mo Jingchun's wandering eyes paused for a moment, and they still fell on Emperor Zhengshi's neck.

The cold utensil was wrapped around His Majesty's neck for almost a day and a night, it should be warm, not as cold as it was then.But when Mo Jingchun's eyes touched, he also saw the redness and swelling around the collar.

He was silent for a moment, patted Emperor Zhengshi's fingers pinching on his nose, and then dragged the emperor down.

Emperor Zhengshi was caught off guard by Mo Jingchun's pull, and subconsciously supported the side of the barrel with his palms, so that they were still an arm's distance away, but that was enough for Mo Jingchun to see clearly the injury of Emperor Zhengshi.

No matter how warm the cold utensils are, they are also cold and hard.

Those are the edges and corners that cannot be warmed by the skin.

Previously, the gold ring on Mo Jingchun's ankle was not as close as the one on His Majesty's neck, and there was still a gap. Although there were occasional troubles of turning around, it did not rub off such a large area of ​​red. Look carefully, Underneath the Adam's apple, there have been scratches.The hot water that covered the head and face was poured down, and it was even more painful and red.

Mo Jingchun pursed his lips, "Your Majesty, you should take this off."

This thing is not too small, except for the mian suit, the other clothes are more or less difficult to hide, and such a tight width oppresses the person's throat, making it even more difficult to breathe.

Mo Jingchun was thinking about Emperor Zhengshi's body.

His Majesty raised his eyebrows, stood up slowly, and casually touched the collar around his neck with his fingers, "Master, you don't want to leave your mark on the widow?"

Mo Jingchun was at a loss for words for a moment, subconsciously recognized and opened his head, muttering: "What does this have to do with it?"

Emperor Zhengshi snorted, stepped over the barrel lightly, like a sensitive beast, squeezed into the barrel again, forcing Mo Jingchun to face him face to face, no matter where he turned, His Majesty could easily match.

His palm spread out, pressing on Mo Jingchun's heart.

"Master's heartbeat tells the widow that it's not that you don't like it."

A mocking laugh sounded, and he bent down and pressed his ear to Mo Jingchun's heart, as if he could only feel it or not, and he had to hear it with his own ears to be satisfied.

Mo Jingchun lowered his eyes, and his loose black hair followed his movements.

It is difficult for Mo Jingchun to face her desire honestly.

Those are existences that need to be bound by etiquette, bound by worldly vision, and contrary to his gentleman's etiquette.

he……

Mo Jingchun's face was struggling, and the emotions in his eyes fluctuated greatly, just like the pained expression when he realized his ugly desire in the official department in the early morning.

Emperor Zhengshi grabbed Mo Jingchun's hand and touched the collar, as if in his hand, there really was a rope bound around His Majesty's neck, every time he grasped it lightly, it was as if he was holding Zhengshi tightly. God's pulse and breath.

a bit!

thump.

The other hand pressed on Emperor Zhengshi's heart.

Twice!

thump thump-

It was an extremely violent beating sound.

Mo Jingchun was silent for a moment, and the fingers that were flattened in front of Emperor Zhengshi's chest clenched into fists, and subconsciously broke free, as if being scalded by a raging fire.

He tried his best to breathe steadily and said, "Even if Your Majesty is unwilling to take this thing off, at the very least, you can replace it with something else, which is more... gentle. This iron tool is pressed on your neck, and it will only make you breathe It's not smooth. I don't want to hear the old doctor say that the cause of His Majesty's death is actually from suffocation in the middle of the night." He said a joke that was not funny, and mocked Emperor Zhengshi stiffly.

Emperor Zhengshi smiled and let Mo Jingchun move, raised his eyebrows and said, "The master means, you decided to leave something... about the master on the widow?" He seemed to be unaware of his existence. Temptation, using that extreme beauty to dangle in front of Mo Jingchun on purpose, for fear that he won't see it.

The drawn-out voice was ambiguous and bewitching, and it sounded hoarsely in Mo Jingchun's ears, every word and every sentence was full of honey arrows piercing Mo Jingchun's heart.

Mo Jingchun seemed to struggle a few times, but under Emperor Zhengshi's body, it was really too difficult for Mo Jingchun to escape smoothly.

After a long time, Mo Jingchun said quietly: "Your Majesty, I already have a low fever. If you don't let me get up, I'm afraid the fever will turn from low to high."

slam-la-

The gorgeous beast shook its fur in dissatisfaction, and then pulled Mo Jingchun out.Rub Mo Jingchun up and down with a dry towel, and then put on clothes for him.

The movements of Emperor Zhengshi serving people were actually crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

Obviously, he was tossed a lot by the little puppet before.

There is no problem when dressing the little people, and it is even more no problem when helping Mo Jingchun to dress.

This was what Emperor Zhengshi was used to doing.

This is always His Majesty's job when Mo Jingchun is too exhausted to handle himself.

Emperor Zhengshi frankly held Mo Jingchun and walked towards the main room, so that the movement in the bathroom should have attracted the attention of Mohen and Wei Yi. When they came out, the attendants outside had already been caught. Cleaned up, leaving only empty corridors and flickering lanterns.

Mo Jingchun said slowly: "Chen, you are still angry."

He leaned against Zhengshi Emperor's chest and did not move.

Emperor Zhengshi echoed and said: "Yes, widows are really nothing."

Mo Jingchun was really very restrained, and just now he resisted the desire to roll his eyes.A modest gentleman, restraint and observance of etiquette will always make it more difficult to express emotions.

He said angrily and amusedly: "Since you know your bad nature, why do you still indulge yourself like this?"

Emperor Zhengshi looked up to the sky and sighed, "Because I have a disease."

he said very sincerely.

Mo Jingchun suspected that Emperor Zhengshi was waiting for him here on purpose.

Emperor Zhengshi was ill.

He really has a serious illness that is extremely difficult to treat!

Mo Jingchun slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to Emperor Zhengshi anymore.He was already extremely sleepy, and on the short walk back, he was already drowsy after not speaking for a short while.

Emperor Zhengshi's movements became more gentle, and after stepping over the threshold, he walked inside with Mo Jingchun in his arms.

When he put Mo Jingchun on the bed, the master subconsciously flinched, causing Emperor Zhengshi's outstretched fingers to pause.

He squatted down halfway, squatting on the edge of the bed and looking at Mo Jingchun.

Before this, the Master had not had such a reaction for a long time.

Perhaps it was the subconscious terror that still remained in Mo Jingchun's heart. When he fell asleep, he subconsciously revealed the fear in his heart.Emperor Zhengshi pulled the quilt over to cover Mo Jingchun, his eyes showed public desire and deep love.

He stared at Mo Jingchun coldly and silently.

But eyes don't lie.

It is greedy, but extremely gentle.

The turbulent sea finally returns to calm. The crazy dissatisfaction, after experiencing these violent conflicts, finally dormant reluctantly and became quieter.

That gave Emperor Zhengshi a moment of eternal tranquility.

In the ears, no more noise and noise.

"Go to sleep." Emperor Zhengshi got up and sat down beside Mo Jingchun's bed, patting him gently as if comforting a child, "I won't mess around."

The voice was shallow, light, and tender.

Mo Jingchun was wrapped in a dreamland, submerged in it unconsciously, as if about to be swallowed by the darkness, heard the words of Emperor Zhengshi before falling asleep, opened his eyes half asleep, and stared at him blankly After looking at it for a while, he mumbled half a sentence, "Wait for me to change it for you..."

In the second half of the sentence, Mo Jingchun was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up at all.

Emperor Zhengshi clenched his hands into fists, and looked at Mo Jingchun with a slight frown. A painful and struggling expression also appeared on the road of the emperor, as if he wanted to forcibly hide his violent desire and restrain it under the skin .

He said to himself: "Unless the master personally replaced it..."

Also didn't finish that sentence.

The violent and gloomy wrinkles gradually dissipated, and a strange brilliance gradually appeared in Emperor Zhengshi's eyes.

If it wasn't inappropriate right now, Emperor Zhengshi even wanted to sing a few ditties.

Although he didn't like it, the Queen Mother liked it.

During the boring years in the palace, the Empress Dowager would often call a few theater troupes into the palace, and Emperor Zhengshi had to accompany the Empress Dowager to watch it several times when he was free.Occasionally, a few girls from the singing and dancing workshop will be called over to make Yongshou Palace more lively.

Because Emperor Zhengshi didn't have such a need, there had been no movement in the dance hall for several years, and when he was summoned by Yongshou Palace, he was still in a hurry.

Emperor Zhengshi sighed in pity, and the shadow seemed to be dormant under his eyelids.

Why doesn't Master have a long memory?

Even if he is still angry now, as long as Emperor Zhengshi pretends to be pitiful, Master will always be deceived by the emperor's disguise, and no matter how angry he is, he will always take a few steps back.

this is not good.

Emperor Zhengshi shook his head helplessly.

Human nature is so greedy, they only know how to push their feet, how can they be considerate of Mo Jingchun?

but……

Emperor Zhengshi went to bed quietly, and lay down beside Mo Jingchun.

There's always a time when it's not that crazy.

...

Yuan Heming didn't sleep at night, looked at the group of people around him with sour eyes, and said angrily: "What are you looking at me for? Looking at me, can I find people out or what? You guys This group of people stared at a little girl and didn't take her down. They didn't even find the places she frequented. What do you think you exist for? Isn't it for this kind of thing? If so If you can't do it well, then you all go directly to His Majesty and apologize!"

Under the pitch-black night, the pale candlelight illuminated the gloomy look on Yuan Heming's face.

Before he held several positions, he didn't know that he would be so irritable, but he has seen a lot and seen a lot of things, and his mild personality in the past is gone forever.

He looked at the subordinates who were sprayed bloody by him, and called a random person to come forward and speak, "Liu Mu, tell me, what's going on?"

The man named Liu Mu took a step forward and said seriously: "I feel that the two of them, whether it's Cheng Weizhong or his sister, seem to know how to avoid blind spots for investigation and how to hide themselves. Cheng Weizhong may not be cautious enough, but that little girl is very good at it." Otherwise, after Cheng Weizhong disappeared, they would not fail to find the slightest trace of the girl.

Unless it is a trained person, it is not easy to avoid the stalking of these people under Yuan Heming's men.

"This subordinate thinks that there is another possibility." The other said, "My previous thought was that this little girl ran away, but with the skill of these subordinates, even if they lost her trace due to carelessness, they still can't find it." It's also impossible not to find even the slightest trace, unless...she didn't leave any trace at all."

Yuan Heming was thoughtful, with a slightly strange voice, "You mean, she never left."

Liu Mu suddenly realized, and interrupted abruptly, "If that's the case, then maybe it's really possible. She is at most a few years older than Cheng Weizhong, but the stature of a woman must be much smaller than that of a man. Looking at her exposed figure, it is not difficult to find a hidden place to hide. She may still be hiding in the hidden courtyards she has set up."

"Then tomorrow..."

Yuan Heming shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "You are bound by your usual thoughts, and those who are staring at their siblings...can't guess what they are thinking?"

They had a meal.

No matter how resourceful a person is, if she is being followed day and night and chased everywhere, her words, deeds and habits, as well as the choices she will make when she is in danger, are the most likely to be seen by the enemy.How else should I put it, the person who understands me best is not me, but my enemy?

Yuan Heming and the others will discover this, and the enemies of the siblings will even more so.

"Don't wait, go check it now, tomorrow morning, I want to see a satisfactory answer that can be forwarded to His Majesty, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

...

"Cough, cough, cough—"

In the same dark night, the Hall of Renchun was closed long ago.

In Renchun Hall, besides Dr. Qin, there are other doctors, but only Doctor Qin will live in the backyard of Renchun Hall, because it is opened by him.

Cheng Weizhong was lying on the narrow wooden bed, his back was in excruciating pain, and he had a low-grade fever due to serious injuries, and was coughing uncontrollably.When Dr. Qin got up at night, he heard the movement in the side room, and walked in holding a small lantern. Cheng Weizhong was so startled that he subconsciously backed away.

"it's me."

Doctor Qin's voice sounded a little old and strange in the dark night, "I'll prescribe some medicine powder for you, and you won't cough after you take it." He told the young man to bear it and try not to cough too hard, the wound on his body was a little painful Healing, if you are not careful, it will easily crack.

When Doctor Qin went out and came back, he helped the boy to swallow the medicine powder.

Perhaps the medicinal powder was really effective. After a while, he sat quietly for a while, and Cheng Weizhong really felt that he no longer coughed.

That made him escape from a choking cough.

He said sullenly, "Thank you, doctor."

Doctor Qin said cheerfully: "You can't thank me, the money for your treatment, and the cost of your stay here, all of which have been paid by the Mo family. It’s all about doing business, it’s not to save you with good intentions.”

Cheng Weizhong remained silent, kneeling on the bed and not speaking.

If Doctor Qin saved him not out of kindness, then Mo Fu... no, it was Mo Jingchun who saved him, could it be out of kindness?

Doctor Qin didn't care about Cheng Weizhong's silence, he left a bowl of clear water for Cheng Weizhong, in case he wanted to get up in the middle of the night to drink water but couldn't find a place, and then he took the lantern to go out unhurriedly .

Cheng Weizhong suddenly said: "Mo Jingchun, is he a kind person?"

Doctor Qin looked back at the young man at the junction of light and darkness, his voice was hoarse and low, as if being rolled over by gravel, it sounded hoarse.

This is a weather-beaten man.

Doctor Qin suddenly felt this way.

Even though he is still so young, he may have suffered more than those who don't know how many older people.This made Doctor Qin couldn't help opening his mouth, and said with a sigh, "If there are any high-ranking officials in the capital who can compare with Mo Jingchun's kindness, I don't think there are many." He smiled, "Unless, If you insist on comparing it with Xu Shoufu Xu Boheng."

Cheng Weizhong smiled awkwardly.

Judging from his reaction, he knew who Xu Boheng was.

Doctor Qin came back and sat down beside Cheng Weizhong. With the light of the lantern, the small room was still clearly visible.Doctor Qin cleared his throat, and said oldly, "I have been working in Mo's Mansion for many years. I have been working for Mo's Mansion since I was young. Most of the diseases in their mansion are treated by me.

"I remember that when Mo Shangshu was only a teenager, the two current generals of the Mo family had already rushed to the border to resist the aliens, and Mo Jingchun was the only one left in the Mo family, as well as a deceased old lady and the present General Mo's wife and family, the pressure of the entire Mo family is on him alone.

"Under such pressure, Mo Jingchun passed the Tanhua exam in just three or four years."

Doctor Qin's eyes were a little blurred.

The young man Tanhua, how proud it is.

Both inside and outside the court, civil and military officials all thought that the Mo family would produce another popular official who was in front of the emperor, but within two years, the wind direction changed immediately, and the number one scholar and the second place in the Imperial Academy together with Mo Jingchun were early. After leaving the expatriate, Mo Jingchun was the only one who had been sitting on the bench with no hope of success.

"Son, you may think that a career like Mo Jingchun's is already much better than yours, but you have to know that the two generals of the Mo family at that time were not as famous as they are now, but had victories and victories. Defeated, even in those years when he was still suffering a lot." Doctor Qin glanced at Cheng Weizhong, shook his head with a smile, "The promotion of a military general is to fight for his life. Once he fails, the whole family will be buried with him." Mo Jingchun survived this situation for nearly ten years."

Cheng Weizhong's heart moved slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "Then what does it have to do with him being a good person?"

Isn’t this talking about the lintel of one’s own door?

Doctor Qin cursed with a smile, no matter how young he is, he has no patience at all.

"You know the shantangs in the capital, right?" He casually mentioned, "Shantangs are always opened if they have money, and they are closed if they don't have money. The poor people living there are hungry and full. When you have to close the door, you have to come out to try your luck... But I remember that it was in Yongning for more than [-] years, and the shantang never closed again."

Doctor Qin remembered that Mo Jingchun mentioned that there was a child who fainted in front of Mo's house, and the concierge told him about it. Since then, the charity hall has made unnamed donations every year, and in winter, there will be special people there Porridge.Things like this have never stopped since they started.

"Also, I don't know if you have been to West Street or not. He is a regular customer on West Street. There is almost no one on West Street who does not know him. As long as someone asks to come to him, it is not outrageous, not too much. If you are busy, he will help you without any airs." Doctor Qin chuckled, "He looks dignified and upright, but he can actually protect his weaknesses. Mohen is the person who sent you here that day. He worked for Mo Shangshu. When something happened, Mo Shangshu, who has always been quiet and low-key, actually took the initiative to pick things up, and added trouble to the Lin family who was in full swing at that time."

Cheng Weizhong raised his eyebrows, Yingchuan Lin's?

This is a huge monster.

Of course, it's been pretty much dead lately.

Doctor Qin stroked his beard, sighed and said, "Aside from anything else, the common people are not stupid people. Back then, people in West Street dared to risk their lives for him, was it just because Mo Shangshu was a frequent visitor Is it? Then there are tens of thousands of regular customers like this, why don't you see them one by one trying to get ahead?" He looked at Cheng Weizhong, his eyes were particularly sharp, like a sharp machete.

"Child, if someone like Mo Jingchun can't be called a good person, then who in this world can be called a good person?"

A little bit of kindness is also kindness, and doing things persistently and in obscurity, without the need for outsiders, is indifferent, not everyone can do it.

Doctor Qin couldn't understand the affairs of the court.

But in his eyes, these things that flowed slowly were enough.

Cheng Weizhong sat in the distance, his mouth opened and closed, and he lowered his head after a while.

His fingers subconsciously clenched into fists.

Mo Jingchun...

He murmured the name in his heart, as if it was his last hope.

If Mo Jingchun is really as the old doctor said, is there still a glimmer of hope for their affairs?

My heart, which had been depressed for a long time, suddenly beat alive.