A Handkerchief
Yuhua Pavilion.
The guard brought Ji Yunshu's handkerchief over.
Mo Ruo was just about to leave.
"Young Master Mo, Teacher Ji asked me to bring this over to show you what kind of herb it is."
He had a bottle of wine in his hand. He glanced at it and took it.
The guard left.
Then, he passed it to the apprentice and instructed, "Take it to the attic. I'll look at it when I come back. Don't let anyone touch it."
"Alright."
The apprentice took the items and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
"Nonsense."
He strode out the door and mounted his horse.
The apprentice chased after him and shouted, "Master, what if Shimu comes looking for you later?"
"Just say that I'm dead."
He tossed out the sentence.
He left.
The corners of the apprentice's mouth twitched. He stood on the spot for a while before bringing the folded handkerchief to the attic. Just as he put it down, he heard someone coming up.
He knew it was Tang Si the moment he heard the cheerful footsteps.
"Ah Mo."
Tang Si called out.
The apprentice turned around and saw her carrying a large pile of food.
Pastries, fruits, masks, sugar figurines …
"Shimu, why did you buy so many things again?"
The apprentice was worried. If this went on, Master would be forced into poverty by Shimu.
Tang Si put down the food and grabbed a piece of sesame cake. As she ate, she looked around and asked, "Where's Ah Mo?"
"Master said that he …" Died!
"Why are you stuttering? I'm asking you, where is he? "
"Dead! Just died! "
An innocent face.
Tang Si's hand went limp and the sesame cake fell to the ground, breaking into two halves with a crack.
She was stunned.
The apprentice hurriedly explained, "Shimu, you've misunderstood."
"What did you say? You said he's dead? "
"No, he's not dead …"
"Is he dead or not?"
"He's dead." The apprentice hurriedly slapped himself again. "Master isn't dead, he just went out. Before he left, he told me to tell you that he's dead."
Tang Si was almost angered to death. She glared at him. "You'll die if you don't finish your sentence. Where did he go?"
"I … I don't know."
"Did he go to the Rong Estate?"
"I don't think so. Prince Rong's estate isn't far from here. Master usually walks there, but he rode a horse. I think … he went to the palace."
"Enter the palace? How long have you been gone? "
"Less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn. Master only asked me to bring this handkerchief here. He didn't say anything else." He pointed at the handkerchief on the table.
Tang Si glanced at it and frowned. She reached out and took the handkerchief. Before the attendant could stop her, Tang Si abruptly opened the folded handkerchief and fanned herself with it. An extremely tiny black object fell out and landed on the corner of the table.
It was barely visible.
Furthermore —
No one noticed.
She waved the handkerchief and sniffed it.
He immediately picked up the handkerchief and questioned the boy, "How can it be feminine? Tell me, who gave him this handkerchief? "
"This …"
"What is this?"
"Master's wife …"
"Good, you've just returned to the capital and you're already attracting bees and butterflies. Do you think this old lady is dead?"
"No, this handkerchief was given by a man."
"What? A man? "
A man gave Mo Ruo a handkerchief?
She was so angry that she crumpled the handkerchief into a ball and shouted at the street below, "Mo Ruo, I'll kill you!"
Her voice was extremely piercing!
… …
Mo Ruo rode all the way to the palace. He took out his jade pendant and showed it to the guards at the city gates. Then, he threw the empty wine bottle in his hand to the guard.
Then, he staggered into the palace.
The guard shook the empty wine bottle in his hand and poured it down a few times.
He really didn't leave a single drop of wine!
The guard laughed and teased him, "You're dreaming if you think you can get wine from Young Master Mo."
"You …"
His face was a mess.
Mo Ruo entered the palace and headed straight for Tongren Hall.
It was autumn and the weather was getting colder.
As soon as he entered Tongren Hall, he was welcomed by a gust of cold wind.
Mo Ruo's body could still be considered healthy, and with the addition of the wine, his body was very warm, so he did not feel anything. He only thought about how Jing Xian had lived in the Palace for decades, and with his weak body, he really did not know how he managed to survive until now.
Bi Lu had just returned from the ceremonial room when he saw Mo Ruo enter before him. He hurried forward.
"Young Master Mo, you're here."
Mo Ruo glanced at the charcoal in his hand, "Give it to me. I'll bring it in."
"This servant can carry it myself."
"It's no problem."
He forcefully took it and entered the inner hall.
As soon as he entered, he brought the charcoal to the side of the stove, not at all treating himself as an outsider.
He looked at the last bit of charcoal left in the stove and said, "Look at you, there's no more charcoal in the hall. Why didn't you tell Bi Lu to go to the ceremonial room earlier to get more? You don't care, and those eunuchs naturally don't care either. Your body is your own. If you don't care, do you expect others to care?"
Jing Xian sat in front of his desk, engrossed in a book.
He didn't make a sound!
Mo Ruo took out the charcoal and added a piece to the stove, "Don't think I'm annoying. After all, I'm the only one who comes to your place."
Haha!
Jing Xian chuckled. Without raising his head, he said, "I heard you before you even entered the house."
"It's not like you don't know how loud my voice is."
"It looks like you've become more energetic after your trip to Yufu."
"Of course I'm energetic when I go sightseeing." Mo Ruo looked at Jing Xian, who was reading a book. He asked curiously, "You seem to be in a leisurely mood, reading books and raising pigeons all day."
Jing Xian didn't reply. He put down the book in his hand and took a deep breath, asking, "Did you come to the palace just to see me? Or to beg for wine? "
"What do you think?"
"I said you came to chat."
"What do you mean?" Mo Ruo poured himself a cup of tea, looking like he was going to have a long chat.
Jing Xian smiled warmly and shook his head helplessly. He got up and walked over, "You've been away from the capital for several months. I believe you've experienced a lot? Although I haven't taken a step out of Tongren Hall, I've occasionally heard Bi Lu's nagging. He said that Jing Rong brought the late Emperor's portrait back to the capital this time, but War Secretary Ji sent troops to stop him. This caused Imperial Father to be furious and dismiss Jing Rong from his post. Imperial Father then sent General Ji to the border to fight the barbarians. "
"What else?"
"However … the most interesting thing I heard was about the Dried Well Case that caused a huge uproar in the capital. I heard that both Jing Rong and Jing Yi want to investigate this case. Whoever can solve it will be heavily rewarded by Imperial Father."
Mo Ruo laughed and put on a gossipy expression, "Jing Xian, oh Jing Xian, tell me, who will solve this case?"
"That's difficult for me."
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