The Qingwei Guanshi slowly walked to the front of Shuntianfuxue Hutong.

Two men dressed in guards appeared quietly behind the official sedan chair.

The person carrying the sedan chair turned a blind eye.

After passing Shuntian Prefecture School, a man dressed in charge rushed out under the eaves of the roof and walked beside the sedan chair.

After staying on the street, the servant carrying a lantern came forward in front of the sedan chair.

At this time, the official sedan chair looked like a second-rank official.

On the big red lantern, there is a huge character "Dou".

In the darkness, it is extremely conspicuous.

When the yamen runners who were patrolling the night saw that they did not come forward to interrogate, they also took the initiative to stay away from the side.

The sedan chair enters Cuihua Hutong, one of the most famous places of elegance and beauty in Kyoto.

Several yamen runners winked at each other, revealing the tacit envy of men. One of them even sighed: "It seems that the same is true for the elders!"

The other few laughed, the more complicated they were, the more complicated they were.

The people in the sedan don't know.

If someone followed them at this time, they would find that the curtain outside the sedan chair had turned into royal blue, and the embroidered belt with gold and silver dragon patterns on the sedan chair curtain was gone.

The sedan staggered out of Cuihua Hutong, walked around half a city, and stopped at a "Dou Ji Bi Mo Shop" on the street under Gulou, not far from Andingmen Street.

The servant, carrying a lantern, hurried forward and lifted the curtains of the sedan chair.

An elderly scholar wearing a blue cotton robe got out of the sedan chair, knocking on the door of the Bimo Shop gently, and shouting: "Shopkeeper Fan... Song Mo saw himself standing in a large fog.

The fog rolled up layer by layer, and I couldn't see the road when I came or the scenery around me.

He walked in the fog in a daze.

It is wet and cold, greasy, and has a biting chill.

How could I be here?

He suddenly stopped.

It was quiet around, without any sound.

He continued to walk forward as if he had walked through heavy tulle. After one level and another level, it seemed that there was no end.

Why?

He asked.

No one answered.

His pace is getting faster and faster.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

Why?

He shouted loudly at the front.

The thick fog seemed to be afraid of his anger, and dispersed on both sides of his shouting.

He saw someone walking in front of him with a lantern.

The luster and bright light emitted in the thick fog.

It turns out that he is not alone!

He was excited and his heart immediately became peaceful and calm. He became calm.

But the thick fog quickly gathered together, and it was thicker than before, blocking his sight and preventing him from seeing any light.

Humiliation and anger turned into unwillingness, like the flood of the sky, flooded him.

He shouted at "Why".

One after another. Over and over again.

The thick fog disperses and gathers. Gathers and disperses.

Yingying's lights appeared in front of him from time to time.

The light turned into an obsession in my heart.

With a loud "raise" sound in front of me, the fog suddenly dissipated, and a hazy sun appeared.

The orange light was warm and peaceful, occupying his entire eye.

He opened his eyes widened hard.

The vision gradually became clearer.

An orange fire was lit on the green bronze lamp surrounded by birds.

Someone around him breathed a long sigh: "Criminal, you have finally woken up!"

He looked around and saw Chen Qushui's thin and elegant face.

"Where is this?" His voice was hoarse and weak, and his throat stinged with dryness. As he spoke, his eyes swept around.

The narrow ear room is covered with white Korean paper window lattices, simple black lacquer furniture, and there is no second person, just like the ear room where the servant lives.

Chen Qushui seemed to know his thirst. While feeding him warm water with bees, he said, "This is the pen and ink shop run by Miss Four. You are unconscious, so we have to bring you here first."

Dou Zhao!

It was Dou Zhao who saved him!

Song Mo could not hide his shock: "How did Miss Four know that something happened to me?"

When Chen Qushui was about to run away, he met Duan Gongyi who took Chen Xiaofeng and several others over the wall. He had already learned the whole story from Duan Gongyi.

He told Song Mo about Yan Chaoqing and Xu Qing being chased: "...The lady thought it was very strange at that time. If this was targeted by the Jiang family, it would be too unreasonable to chase two people from the Jiang family's bloodline or the relatives of the Jiang family. Then the fourth lady asked Lu Ming and found that several important people around you were not in Kyoto, and vaguely felt that this was targeting you. So Duan Gongyi came over with a few best guards. Unexpectedly..." Chen Qushui thought of the shock when he saw Song Mo who was beaten to pieces, and couldn't help but secretly glad, "Fortunately, Miss Four did not hesitate, otherwise..."

Otherwise, even if he saves his life, he will be left the house.

Thinking of this, Song Mo's mind was condensed and he said, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Six hours!" When Chen Qushui said this, he looked at Song Mo's eyes for the first time.

The sleeplessness of six days and five nights, the torture of broken bones, the pain of losing his mother, and the indifference of his father, were unable to destroy his will. As soon as he woke up, he began to understand his situation.

It is rare to have a strong will.

In a few years, why worry about not being able to build a door?

Thinking of this, he became even more surprised by the actions of the British Duke.

Why did he give up such an excellent eldest son?

This thought flashed through and was pressed into Chen Qu's heart - the British Duke was a nobleman who had been prominent for a hundred years, and the water was deep, and it was not something that they could reach.

"In other words, it is the second day of Si Shi." Song Mo said in a deep voice.

My father asked my uncle and two uncles Chen Zheng to open the ancestral hall, but now others are gone. If he was just the eldest son of the British Duke, as the patriarch's father suggested that the elders had no objection. Whether he was there or not, he could be removed from the Song family immediately. But he was not only the prince of the British Duke's Mansion, but also a hereditary fourth-rank assistant. To expel him from the family means to abolish the prince, which means to be filled with the emperor. Then he went to the Ministry of Personnel to report. Without a reason that sounded high-sounding, the emperor would not agree at all. This is also the reason why my father suggested opening the ancestral hall the next day.

In order to be foolproof, my father must have some things to prepare in advance.

Now that he has been rescued, he is not present. Not to mention expelling him from the house, even if his previous plots have probably failed, right?

Now, my father must have a headache, right?

Thinking of these, Song Mo felt heartbroken.

Seeing that his expression was obscure, Chen Qushui immediately remembered Dou Zhao's orders and hurriedly said, "Miss is only Duan Gongyi, Chen Xiaofeng is useful. There is really no way to save Yu Guard and Chen Tao..." After saying that, he sighed regretfully.

Song Mo's expression darkened and he closed his eyes.

Chen Qushui's heartstrings were tense.

The fourth lady was afraid that Song Mo would run away from home and was disheartened, so she specifically asked Duan Gongyi to tell him that if Song Mo was hesitant, she would find a way to arouse his fighting spirit.

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing as the silence. It was not until she was almost breathing that Song Mo opened her eyes slowly and said softly: "Can you send me a few letters?"

Chen Qushui finally suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a gentle voice as usual: "Miss Four said, "My husband's orders are just like her orders."

In fact, Dou Zhao's original words were: "If Song Mo can be rescued in time, you should ask Song Mo to contact the people he trusts as soon as possible. If he asks you to run errands to help you send a letter or something, it's okay for you to help. If it's something else, you'll say that there is not enough manpower and you are powerless. Don't mess with it! We have already done our best to save his life, and we don't have to pay our own life.

But he felt that since he had decided to help Song Mo, it would be better to be more beautiful.

Song Mo smiled slightly, and the warmth that came out from his eyes made his expression softer.

He asked Chen Qushui: "How is my injury?"

He didn't feel the pain.

Chen Qushui hesitated for a while and said in a low voice: "Your injury is so scary. We dare not ask a doctor. Duan Gongyi used the healing medicine from his sect for you, but it is better to ask the imperial doctor to help you take a look..."

There should be Mafei San in the medicine!

Song Mo smiled and said, "What medicine is it? Give me a few more?" He said, "I can't always lie here. I have to do something myself..."

"Can……"
To be continued...