Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Qinghui He Jiaojiao

"Okay, Xiao Qi, send this letter to the Qintian Supervisor's Palace. And this letter, give it to Shui Jing and ask her to find a way to send it to the General's Palace."

Wei Huai'en has been very busy since that day, burying himself in piles of papers all day long, unable to say a few words to anyone who comes.

Sometimes Xiao Qi couldn't see the bloodshot eyes under her eyes and tried to persuade her with a few words, but was frightened by the glances she glanced at him, so he could only swallow his words and silently help her turn on the lights.

He could feel that Wei Huaien's time in the mountain was running out.

He has tasted the taste of power, so he can't say that he doesn't look forward to the day when he returns to the capital and becomes a majestic deputy commander. But what he understands better is that Wei Huai'en will never be like him, willing to pay for a little love.

Stop when the sweetness hits.

She will be sluggish and depressed, but she will still cheer up and will never stop for him.

Who made him ineligible from the beginning? All he can do, besides obey, is sacrifice.

He stood in her shadow cast by the candle, remembering her instructions one by one, trying to connect a network of relationships that she truly trusted from these dots of characters.

But after a few days, he still had no clue, because Wei Huai'en was not only giving orders to people, but also revealing his plans to another group of people.

He was not above the court, so he couldn't see what kind of events would be triggered by the clues she laid. Apart from Wei Huai'en's plan to become the emperor, he didn't even know what her next step would be or how she would go about it.

"Um……"

She suddenly made a hesitant sound, which was unusual. Xiao Qi, who had long been accustomed to her simply throwing orders and letters together, tilted his head and saw that she was holding an envelope of filled-in letters but had not yet written on the cover.

The envelope with the person's name frowned.

"master?"

He took a few steps forward, boldly showing his presence.

Wei Huai'en didn't look at him. This was not a problem that could be solved by asking Xiao Qi. She sighed, dipped her pen in ink, and wrote two words on the envelope: "Lu Ming".

"You send this..."

When Xiao Qi was about to take the envelope, Wei Huai'en suddenly changed his mind and withdrew his hand.

"Is it the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow?" she asked.

"yes."

Xiao Qi lowered his hands and stood up again. He did not step back, and just stood at the table.

"Tomorrow afternoon, you come down the mountain with me."

Wei Huaien put aside the envelope with the name "Lu Ming" written on it and pinched his eyebrows, seeming very uncomfortable.

Xiao Qi responded and gave her a cup of tea. Seeing that the pile of papers on her left after reading was a little messy, he wanted to sort it out. But just as he was about to start, Wei Huai'en couldn't hold back his anger:

"No need to tidy up, go down."

Her move made Xiao Qi bewildered and quickly retreated. When he was about to walk out of the hospital, he realized that he had turned around. But he really didn't understand what made Wei Huaien feel uncomfortable tonight. Could it be that he was always hanging around her?

?

He couldn't understand, but Xiao Qi also knew that he was not even as useful as Shui Jing at this time. Shui Jing had been with Wei Huai'en since he was a child and knew far more things than him.

Although the disappointment and jealousy in his heart were unfounded now, the discomfort of being driven out by Wei Huai'en made him droop his head like a trained dog and go find Shui Jing to give his master's instructions.

Then she quietly returned to the small courtyard, hiding by the window and listening to her sighing and putting down her pen from time to time.

Is it because of that Lu Ming? Who is he? Xiao Qi thought hard and went through all the families with the surname Lu in the court. He even thought about several families with servants surnamed Lu, but he still didn't know who this person was.

who.

He didn't like the frustration of not being able to help or even interrupt.

Li Kong's words suddenly rang in his ears. He looked at Wei Huai'en's shadow on the window and licked his lips out of nowhere.

At that time, Li Kong asked Miss Meng San, who had a gold chain on her ankle, to retreat. Then she picked up the tea she had brewed and said to Xiao Qi, who looked disapproving:

"What is Mr. Xiao thinking? We are about to say those high-sounding words between us. I know that even if I get to this point, I am still not worthy of her, but it doesn't matter, at least I can keep her close to me."

"It would be great if you could stay in the mountains all your life."

Xiao Qi did not dare to do something as crazy as Li Kong. He could only pray that Wei Huai'en could stay in Huang'en Temple for a longer time. He was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with her and one day be completely forgotten by her.

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Beijing.

A pigeon landed in the general's mansion in the night. Ning Yu recognized it at a glance from a distance as Wei Huai'en's commonly used mailbox, and couldn't wait to open it and take a look.

"What's going on? What's going on? What did the girl say?"

Jiang Jue put down his bowl and chopsticks and ran over. Jiang Hong took this opportunity to take away the last chicken leg.

"Girl will come see us tomorrow!"

Ning Yu said the key points directly.

"Really! Great, great."

Jiang Jue habitually wanted to rub his hands when he got excited, but he only remembered his broken left arm when he was halfway up his right hand.

But Ning Yu naturally took hold of him and pulled him into the house.

"Tomorrow we are going to buy delicious food for the girl. She said she would go down the mountain in the afternoon and we don't need to pick her up. I guess she will be there at the latest, and our family can have a good gathering."

Ning Yu was planning happily, and Jiang Jue couldn't help but nod. Suddenly, when he saw the chicken bones spit out by Jiang Jue who was immersed in eating, he was furious:

"How dare you not leave it to your father?"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing to him?"

Jiang Jue, who was about to stand up and hit Jiang Hong on the head, was held down by Ning Yu. She turned around and looked at her son with a smile, who was still holding a bowl of rice and eating rice as if he had been reincarnated by a starving ghost. The kindness in his eyes made Jiang Hong hug him in fright.

Holding the bowl and shrinking to one side:

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's up to you to go to the palace banquet tomorrow. Your father and I have to stay with Youyou at home."

Ning Yu gently patted her son's head, his kindness full of threats.

"What? I'm not going! Why am I the only one who has to suffer while you celebrate the festival at home?"

Jiang Hong looked at his own mother in disbelief. Suddenly, Jiang Hong got his wish and hit her head with chopsticks.

"You just go when you are told, and you don't even listen to your mother?"

Jiang Jue was very proud and rubbed the back of Ning Yu's hand with his only right hand.

"Someone from our family must show up for the palace banquet. Dad promises to leave you a chicken drumstick when you come back. How about that? Is it fun?"

Jiang Hong reluctantly accepted the arrangement, so heartbroken that he barely ate the last few mouthfuls of food.

"...Then I'll try to come back as early as possible and take Youyou out to watch the lanterns."

Li Kong Mansion.

Meng Keshu sat alone on the swing in the yard, silently looking at the moon.

The swing was built by Li Kong himself. He had asked her if she liked anything in the yard, even every plant and tree.

The new servants knew nothing about his past with her. They only knew that Li Kong doted on her. But she really couldn't bear the careless words of these ignorant people for a moment anymore. She felt disgusted.

So she simply kicked them all out and sat here alone in a daze.

Tomorrow will be fifteen, and I don’t know how my family members in Nanlin Mansion, thousands of miles away, are doing now.

It was said that she was a bitch, so when she agreed to leave with Li Kong, she thought that since family ties could be traded, she would treat her as if she had no relatives from now on.

At that time, she might have had some unrealistic fantasies about Li Kong, but now they have been reduced to rubbish, and even the faces of her unfeeling and unjust family members look a little kind in comparison.

It seems like she has only two choices in life, bad and worst.

Looking back, the only happy and free days in this period of my life were actually the years of exile from the capital to Nanlin Mansion.

Li Kong said that as long as she was obedient, her family could be protected in Nanlin Mansion, but if she had known that he was such a cruel and heartless person...

Forget it, her father would definitely push her out to make a deal anyway. She was always stupid, thinking that everyone could be like her and give up everything for the sake of family love. In fact, everyone would give up on her in the end.

Meng Keshu stretched out a hand towards the moonlight, imagining that he could become a bird, fly out of this cage, fly to the famous mountains and rivers mentioned in the travel notes, and fly even to death.

The gold chain on his ankle made a rustling sound on the ground as the swing swayed. Li Kong stood outside the Moon Gate and silently looked at her lonely back, but he was not in a hurry to step into her world.

The only servant he left behind from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion thought he was smart and whispered:

"Why don't you go in, sir?"

"The last thing she wants to see right now is me."

Li Kong's expression was indifferent, but his steps did not move at all. He stood at the door like a root, his eyes never leaving the beautiful figure sitting under the clear light for a moment.

"Why do you hesitate, sir? As long as this person has tempered his temper and knows who to rely on to survive, no matter how arrogant he was before, he will learn to be well-behaved. You are the master of the house, so naturally you can do whatever you want.

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The young man had seen how Dingyuan Hou dealt with disobedient playthings. Li Kong remembered him because of the medicine he had given him, and he was usually very generous to him, so he was carried away for a while without even realizing it.

These words touched Li Kong's back pain.
To be continued...