Chapter 17
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"Ah Feng, I can see that." Mo Qiao Sheng is very surprised. He leads a Feng to his house.
A Feng followed him slowly. Go to the house, gently sit next to the chair, slightly frown that pair of good-looking eyebrows.
Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank, sighed and poured him a glass of water.
"When I left that day, I met Wei Beihou at the door. He seems to be very dissatisfied with me. I've always been careful that he will be angry with you. Sure enough, it's still... "
A Feng held the thick porcelain teacup and turned it in her hand. She said to herself in a low voice: "master, he's going too far recently. I can hardly stand it."
His other hand tightly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Mo Qiao Sheng: "ah Sheng, can you help me?"
On a Feng's unchanging cold face, she rarely showed a gentle expression: "you give me a chance to meet the Marquis of Jin and Yue. I I'll see if I can make him like me
Mo Qiao Sheng and that pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at each other for a long time, and finally put aside the line of sight.
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything that may go against his will without telling the master."
But I will find a chance to ask the host if he can buy you with Weibei Hou.
This is an extremely difficult thing for Mo Qiao Sheng. He feels that he is not qualified to beg for anything with his master, and he is not sure that he can get his master's consent.
So he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Ah Feng dropped her head and laughed at herself: "just, you don't have to worry about it. It's my strong point."
He turned his glass. "Do you have any wine here? In two days, the master will return home. I'm afraid it's hard for us to see each other again. "
"Yes. You wait for me
Mo Qiao Sheng turns around and takes out a small pot of wine in the cupboard.
Ah Feng poured a cup for himself and a cup for herself.
They touched the cup in silence.
Each with bitter heart, drink this cup of wine.
After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Qiaosheng feels a little dizzy. He holds the table with one hand, shakes his head and looks at a Feng in surprise.
Then he lost control of his body.
A Feng caught his fallen body and helped him lie on the bed.
Mo Qiao Sheng fell into a deep sleep.
Feng stood by the bed, looking at the brother who had no defense against him with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry. If I don't, I'll be dead."
He picked up the bottle and spread the rest of the wine evenly over the bedding.
After Cheng Qianye inspected the riverbank, it was late.
As soon as she got back to the mansion, she couldn't help but sneak to the outer courtyard where Mo Qiaosheng lived.
It's a well-known secret of the city Lord's mansion that the Lord wants to see the humble slave every day when he returns to his mansion.
The rumor that Mo Qiao Sheng has replaced Xiao Xiu as the first "man's pet" around the Lord is also spreading in the lower world.
I'll go to see if the poor boy has eaten today, and if he's hungry again.
Cheng Qianye made an excuse for himself.
She leaped into the door, laughing and yelling to the person sitting at the table with her back: "little ink."
At that moment, her smile suddenly solidified on her face, and her steps stopped,
the color of this person is wrong!
Not the blue of Qiao Sheng, but a strange wine red. Originally, it was also a very beautiful color, mixed with rich gray and black, which seemed lifeless and turbid.
"Who?" Cheng Chiba asked.
She stepped back, ready to call the guards nearby.
The man at the table turned around. He prostrated himself with folded hands and gave the most humble salute.
Cheng Chiba has a little impression on him. He vaguely remembers that he is a slave around the Marquis of Weibei. Maybe this man is an old friend of moqiao.
Cheng Chiba didn't see any malicious emotional color on him, so he put some snacks on him.
She glanced at the room and saw that Mo Qiao Sheng was lying on the bed. Her expression was peaceful and there seemed to be nothing different.
"Who are you? Qiao Sheng, what's wrong with him? "
"Report back to the marquis. I am a slave of the Marquis of Weibei. My name is a Feng. Tongqiao has some old feelings. Thinking that they were going to part, I forgot for a moment and drank a few more. Qiao Sheng is too strong to drink. He just fell asleep. "
Cheng Qianye inquires forward about Mo Qiao Sheng on the bed. Seeing that he is sleeping soundly with the smell of wine, he is relieved.
"Please don't punish him. Everything is a Feng's fault."
Ah Feng raised her head and showed a handsome face. With peach blossom on his face and autumn water in his eyes, he looked at Cheng Chiba shyly and spoke in a soft voice,
"if the Marquis doesn't give up, ah Feng can serve you instead of Qiao Sheng."Cheng Chiba looked back and saw that the man had spread his long hair in the moonlight and half untied his clothes.
His long hair is slightly curly and charming, with a snow-white bandage tied on his shoulder. The moonlight outside the window slants on his skin, half light and half shadow, revealing the bruises all over his body. There is a kind of soul stirring and cruel beauty.
Eyes but with eyes, directed at Cheng Chiba shallow smile.
If it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Cheng Chiba really didn't expect that a man could have such a charming and moving look, and he didn't disobey with a kind of strange beauty.
But Cheng Qianye felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She could see that behind the smiling face, there was a thick black sadness, full of frustrated self abandonment.
She sighed, took off her cloak and put it on her beautiful body, which was already white with cold.
Feng Leng for a while, he rarely in his own initiative in the case of miss.
His stiff body was suddenly surrounded by a warm cloak. A pair of white hands stretched out, tightened his collar and patted him on the shoulder.
When he came back to himself, the Marquis of Jin and Yue had already left, and his voice was still in the room.
"Don't force yourself to do such a thing."
Cheng Qianye fled back to the inner courtyard. She touched her hot face.
My God, this ancient beautiful man always comes to take off his clothes face to face and offer himself a pillow. It's really unbearable.
It suddenly occurred to her that she was not quite at ease to leave Mo Qiao Sheng alone there.
So she waved and stopped Xiao Xiu, who happened to be walking in front of her: "Xiao Xiu, there is a Weibei marquis in Qiao Sheng's room. He has drunk Qiao Sheng. Take a few people to have a look. Don't have any accident."
……
Moqiao has a nightmare. He dreams of returning to the study of Wu Xueli, the first master.
He knelt there, in front of the ground is the broken inkstone, surrounded by a circle of people, each of them reached out to point at him and said, "it's him, that's what he did!"
Mo Qiao Sheng was frightened. He grabbed the master's clothes tightly. "It's not me, master. It's really not me."
Wu Xueli's expression was gloomy and terrifying. "Take off his trousers, beat a hundred sticks and sell them to the kiln!"
"No, master, you believe me, not me, no!"
Wu Xueli's face suddenly became the face of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. He was as gentle and amiable as ever, and he was about to let go.
But he said with a smile: "Qiao Sheng, since everyone says it's you, there's no choice but to sell you."
Mo Qiao Sheng, surprised in a cold sweat, turns up from the bed and finds that the sky is already bright.
He recalled what happened last night and felt a pang in his chest. He did not know whether he was suffering more or angry more.
Dressed, he walked uneasily towards the master's inner courtyard. He didn't know if something happened last night that made the master unhappy. He didn't know how to face the master.
On the way, Xiao Xiu stopped him: "Qiao Sheng, have you been associating too much with the people of Weibei Marquis recently?"
Xiao Xiu frowned: "you were drunk last night, and let an outsider stay in your house. Don't you know that the Lord will look for you every day? Fortunately, you didn't disturb the Lord. If you make him unhappy, you can't bear the responsibility. "
Mo Qiao Sheng has no way to explain, bows his head and admits his mistake.
Zhang Fu was just passing by, smiling and making a comeback: "it's natural for Qiao Sheng to think about the old people. Anyway, the northern Marquis of Wei will go back to the fiefdom these two days. "
When they saw Zhang Fu, they knelt down to salute.
Zhang Fu said gently, "but you have to remember, Qiao Sheng, that you are now the master's man. You should pay attention to your own position. People in the past have less contact with each other. Everything should be based on the Lord, don't you think? "
Mohaosheng bowed to the ground and said he was guilty.
Sure enough, two days later, the Duke of Weibei and Cheng Chiba left.
Cheng Qianye held a banquet in the mansion to bid farewell to him.
During the banquet, moqiao saw Ah Feng again.
A Feng is talking with Xiao Xiu in a low voice in the shadow outside the hall.
Seeing him, Feng just glanced at him coldly and left without saying a word.
"Qiao Sheng, Qiao Sheng, I was just looking for you." Xiao Xiu helped to hold the food box quickly
With two food boxes in her hand, Xiao Xiu complains: "Lv Yao has a bad stomach on this day and can't get up. The kitchen is in a mess now. Even the people who serve the dishes can't arrange it well. I'm not sure. I'll mention the food rules of my lord myself. "
Mo Qiao Sheng took the two food boxes together and asked, "do you know a Feng?"
"You were drunk that day. My Lord said that there was a stranger in your room. I didn't feel at ease. I went to take care of you and met him." As she walked, Xiao Xiu rubbed her arm. "I just happened to meet her and said hello. The Lord is very considerate to youAt the moment, at the banquet in the hall, there are well-known generals and officials from both sides. They push cups and exchange cups with each other. The atmosphere is very harmonious.
Xiao Xiu and Mo Qiao Sheng kneel to Cheng Qianye's side.
Moqiao opens the food box and brings out the food.
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"Ah Feng, I can see that." Mo Qiao Sheng is very surprised. He leads a Feng to his house.
A Feng followed him slowly. Go to the house, gently sit next to the chair, slightly frown that pair of good-looking eyebrows.
Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank, sighed and poured him a glass of water.
"When I left that day, I met Wei Beihou at the door. He seems to be very dissatisfied with me. I've always been careful that he will be angry with you. Sure enough, it's still... "
A Feng held the thick porcelain teacup and turned it in her hand. She said to herself in a low voice: "master, he's going too far recently. I can hardly stand it."
His other hand tightly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Mo Qiao Sheng: "ah Sheng, can you help me?"
On a Feng's unchanging cold face, she rarely showed a gentle expression: "you give me a chance to meet the Marquis of Jin and Yue. I I'll see if I can make him like me
Mo Qiao Sheng and that pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at each other for a long time, and finally put aside the line of sight.
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything that may go against his will without telling the master."
But I will find a chance to ask the host if he can buy you with Weibei Hou.
This is an extremely difficult thing for Mo Qiao Sheng. He feels that he is not qualified to beg for anything with his master, and he is not sure that he can get his master's consent.
So he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Ah Feng dropped her head and laughed at herself: "just, you don't have to worry about it. It's my strong point."
He turned his glass. "Do you have any wine here? In two days, the master will return home. I'm afraid it's hard for us to see each other again. "
"Yes. You wait for me
Mo Qiao Sheng turns around and takes out a small pot of wine in the cupboard.
Ah Feng poured a cup for himself and a cup for herself.
They touched the cup in silence.
Each with bitter heart, drink this cup of wine.
After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Qiaosheng feels a little dizzy. He holds the table with one hand, shakes his head and looks at a Feng in surprise.
Then he lost control of his body.
A Feng caught his fallen body and helped him lie on the bed.
Mo Qiao Sheng fell into a deep sleep.
Feng stood by the bed, looking at the brother who had no defense against him with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry. If I don't, I'll be dead."
He picked up the bottle and spread the rest of the wine evenly over the bedding.
After Cheng Qianye inspected the riverbank, it was late.
As soon as she got back to the mansion, she couldn't help but sneak to the outer courtyard where Mo Qiaosheng lived.
It's a well-known secret of the city Lord's mansion that the Lord wants to see the humble slave every day when he returns to his mansion.
The rumor that Mo Qiao Sheng has replaced Xiao Xiu as the first "man's pet" around the Lord is also spreading in the lower world.
I'll go to see if the poor boy has eaten today, and if he's hungry again.
Cheng Qianye made an excuse for himself.
She leaped into the door, laughing and yelling to the person sitting at the table with her back: "little ink."
At that moment, her smile suddenly solidified on her face, and her steps stopped,
the color of this person is wrong!
Not the blue of Qiao Sheng, but a strange wine red. Originally, it was also a very beautiful color, mixed with rich gray and black, which seemed lifeless and turbid.
"Who?" Cheng Chiba asked.
She stepped back, ready to call the guards nearby.
The man at the table turned around. He prostrated himself with folded hands and gave the most humble salute.
Cheng Chiba has a little impression on him. He vaguely remembers that he is a slave around the Marquis of Weibei. Maybe this man is an old friend of moqiao.
Cheng Chiba didn't see any malicious emotional color on him, so he put some snacks on him.
She glanced at the room and saw that Mo Qiao Sheng was lying on the bed. Her expression was peaceful and there seemed to be nothing different.
"Who are you? Qiao Sheng, what's wrong with him? "
"Report back to the marquis. I am a slave of the Marquis of Weibei. My name is a Feng. Tongqiao has some old feelings. Thinking that they were going to part, I forgot for a moment and drank a few more. Qiao Sheng is too strong to drink. He just fell asleep. "
Cheng Qianye inquires forward about Mo Qiao Sheng on the bed. Seeing that he is sleeping soundly with the smell of wine, he is relieved.
"Please don't punish him. Everything is a Feng's fault."
Ah Feng raised her head and showed a handsome face. With peach blossom on his face and autumn water in his eyes, he looked at Cheng Chiba shyly and spoke in a soft voice,
"if the Marquis doesn't give up, ah Feng can serve you instead of Qiao Sheng."Cheng Chiba looked back and saw that the man had spread his long hair in the moonlight and half untied his clothes.
His long hair is slightly curly and charming, with a snow-white bandage tied on his shoulder. The moonlight outside the window slants on his skin, half light and half shadow, revealing the bruises all over his body. There is a kind of soul stirring and cruel beauty.
Eyes but with eyes, directed at Cheng Chiba shallow smile.
If it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Cheng Chiba really didn't expect that a man could have such a charming and moving look, and he didn't disobey with a kind of strange beauty.
But Cheng Qianye felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She could see that behind the smiling face, there was a thick black sadness, full of frustrated self abandonment.
She sighed, took off her cloak and put it on her beautiful body, which was already white with cold.
Feng Leng for a while, he rarely in his own initiative in the case of miss.
His stiff body was suddenly surrounded by a warm cloak. A pair of white hands stretched out, tightened his collar and patted him on the shoulder.
When he came back to himself, the Marquis of Jin and Yue had already left, and his voice was still in the room.
"Don't force yourself to do such a thing."
Cheng Qianye fled back to the inner courtyard. She touched her hot face.
My God, this ancient beautiful man always comes to take off his clothes face to face and offer himself a pillow. It's really unbearable.
It suddenly occurred to her that she was not quite at ease to leave Mo Qiao Sheng alone there.
So she waved and stopped Xiao Xiu, who happened to be walking in front of her: "Xiao Xiu, there is a Weibei marquis in Qiao Sheng's room. He has drunk Qiao Sheng. Take a few people to have a look. Don't have any accident."
……
Moqiao has a nightmare. He dreams of returning to the study of Wu Xueli, the first master.
He knelt there, in front of the ground is the broken inkstone, surrounded by a circle of people, each of them reached out to point at him and said, "it's him, that's what he did!"
Mo Qiao Sheng was frightened. He grabbed the master's clothes tightly. "It's not me, master. It's really not me."
Wu Xueli's expression was gloomy and terrifying. "Take off his trousers, beat a hundred sticks and sell them to the kiln!"
"No, master, you believe me, not me, no!"
Wu Xueli's face suddenly became the face of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. He was as gentle and amiable as ever, and he was about to let go.
But he said with a smile: "Qiao Sheng, since everyone says it's you, there's no choice but to sell you."
Mo Qiao Sheng, surprised in a cold sweat, turns up from the bed and finds that the sky is already bright.
He recalled what happened last night and felt a pang in his chest. He did not know whether he was suffering more or angry more.
Dressed, he walked uneasily towards the master's inner courtyard. He didn't know if something happened last night that made the master unhappy. He didn't know how to face the master.
On the way, Xiao Xiu stopped him: "Qiao Sheng, have you been associating too much with the people of Weibei Marquis recently?"
Xiao Xiu frowned: "you were drunk last night, and let an outsider stay in your house. Don't you know that the Lord will look for you every day? Fortunately, you didn't disturb the Lord. If you make him unhappy, you can't bear the responsibility. "
Mo Qiao Sheng has no way to explain, bows his head and admits his mistake.
Zhang Fu was just passing by, smiling and making a comeback: "it's natural for Qiao Sheng to think about the old people. Anyway, the northern Marquis of Wei will go back to the fiefdom these two days. "
When they saw Zhang Fu, they knelt down to salute.
Zhang Fu said gently, "but you have to remember, Qiao Sheng, that you are now the master's man. You should pay attention to your own position. People in the past have less contact with each other. Everything should be based on the Lord, don't you think? "
Mohaosheng bowed to the ground and said he was guilty.
Sure enough, two days later, the Duke of Weibei and Cheng Chiba left.
Cheng Qianye held a banquet in the mansion to bid farewell to him.
During the banquet, moqiao saw Ah Feng again.
A Feng is talking with Xiao Xiu in a low voice in the shadow outside the hall.
Seeing him, Feng just glanced at him coldly and left without saying a word.
"Qiao Sheng, Qiao Sheng, I was just looking for you." Xiao Xiu helped to hold the food box quickly
With two food boxes in her hand, Xiao Xiu complains: "Lv Yao has a bad stomach on this day and can't get up. The kitchen is in a mess now. Even the people who serve the dishes can't arrange it well. I'm not sure. I'll mention the food rules of my lord myself. "
Mo Qiao Sheng took the two food boxes together and asked, "do you know a Feng?"
"You were drunk that day. My Lord said that there was a stranger in your room. I didn't feel at ease. I went to take care of you and met him." As she walked, Xiao Xiu rubbed her arm. "I just happened to meet her and said hello. The Lord is very considerate to youAt the moment, at the banquet in the hall, there are well-known generals and officials from both sides. They push cups and exchange cups with each other. The atmosphere is very harmonious.
Xiao Xiu and Mo Qiao Sheng kneel to Cheng Qianye's side.
Moqiao opens the food box and brings out the food.
"Ah Feng, I can see that." Mo Qiao Sheng is very surprised. He leads a Feng to his house. A Feng followed him slowly. Go to the house, gently sit next to the chair, slightly frown that pair of good-looking eyebrows. Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank, sighed and poured him a glass of water. "When I left that day, I met Wei Beihou at the door. He seems to be very dissatisfied with me. I've always been careful that he will be angry with you. Sure enough, it's still... " A Feng held the thick porcelain teacup and turned it in her hand. She said to herself in a low voice: "master, he's going too far recently. I can hardly stand it." His other hand tightly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Mo Qiao Sheng: "ah Sheng, can you help me?" On a Feng's unchanging cold face, she rarely showed a gentle expression: "you give me a chance to meet the Marquis of Jin and Yue. I I'll see if I can make him like me Mo Qiao Sheng and that pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at each other for a long time, and finally put aside the line of sight. "I'm sorry, I can't do anything that may go against his will without telling the master." But I will find a chance to ask the host if he can buy you with Weibei Hou. This is an extremely difficult thing for Mo Qiao Sheng. He feels that he is not qualified to beg for anything with his master, and he is not sure that he can get his master's consent. So he didn't say the second half of the sentence. Ah Feng dropped her head and laughed at herself: "just, you don't have to worry about it. It's my strong point." He turned his glass. "Do you have any wine here? In two days, the master will return home. I'm afraid it's hard for us to see each other again. " "Yes. You wait for me Mo Qiao Sheng turns around and takes out a small pot of wine in the cupboard. Ah Feng poured a cup for himself and a cup for herself. They touched the cup in silence. Each with bitter heart, drink this cup of wine. After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Qiaosheng feels a little dizzy. He holds the table with one hand, shakes his head and looks at a Feng in surprise. Then he lost control of his body. A Feng caught his fallen body and helped him lie on the bed. Mo Qiao Sheng fell into a deep sleep. Feng stood by the bed, looking at the brother who had no defense against him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry. If I don't, I'll be dead." He picked up the bottle and spread the rest of the wine evenly over the bedding. After Cheng Qianye inspected the riverbank, it was late. As soon as she got back to the mansion, she couldn't help but sneak to the outer courtyard where Mo Qiaosheng lived. It's a well-known secret of the city Lord's mansion that the Lord wants to see the humble slave every day when he returns to his mansion. The rumor that Mo Qiao Sheng has replaced Xiao Xiu as the first "man's pet" around the Lord is also spreading in the lower world. I'll go to see if the poor boy has eaten today, and if he's hungry again. Cheng Qianye made an excuse for himself. She leaped into the door, laughing and yelling to the person sitting at the table with her back: "little ink." At that moment, her smile suddenly solidified on her face, and her steps stopped, the color of this person is wrong! Not the blue of Qiao Sheng, but a strange wine red. Originally, it was also a very beautiful color, mixed with rich gray and black, which seemed lifeless and turbid. "Who?" Cheng Chiba asked. She stepped back, ready to call the guards nearby. The man at the table turned around. He prostrated himself with folded hands and gave the most humble salute. Cheng Chiba has a little impression on him. He vaguely remembers that he is a slave around the Marquis of Weibei. Maybe this man is an old friend of moqiao. Cheng Chiba didn't see any malicious emotional color on him, so he put some snacks on him. She glanced at the room and saw that Mo Qiao Sheng was lying on the bed. Her expression was peaceful and there seemed to be nothing different. "Who are you? Qiao Sheng, what's wrong with him? " "Report back to the marquis. I am a slave of the Marquis of Weibei. My name is a Feng. Tongqiao has some old feelings. Thinking that they were going to part, I forgot for a moment and drank a few more. Qiao Sheng is too strong to drink. He just fell asleep. " Cheng Qianye inquires forward about Mo Qiao Sheng on the bed. Seeing that he is sleeping soundly with the smell of wine, he is relieved. "Please don't punish him. Everything is a Feng's fault." Ah Feng raised her head and showed a handsome face. With peach blossom on his face and autumn water in his eyes, he looked at Cheng Chiba shyly and spoke in a soft voice, "if the Marquis doesn't give up, ah Feng can serve you instead of Qiao Sheng."Cheng Chiba looked back and saw that the man had spread his long hair in the moonlight and half untied his clothes. His long hair is slightly curly and charming, with a snow-white bandage tied on his shoulder. The moonlight outside the window slants on his skin, half light and half shadow, revealing the bruises all over his body. There is a kind of soul stirring and cruel beauty. Eyes but with eyes, directed at Cheng Chiba shallow smile. If it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Cheng Chiba really didn't expect that a man could have such a charming and moving look, and he didn't disobey with a kind of strange beauty. But Cheng Qianye felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She could see that behind the smiling face, there was a thick black sadness, full of frustrated self abandonment. She sighed, took off her cloak and put it on her beautiful body, which was already white with cold. Feng Leng for a while, he rarely in his own initiative in the case of miss. His stiff body was suddenly surrounded by a warm cloak. A pair of white hands stretched out, tightened his collar and patted him on the shoulder. When he came back to himself, the Marquis of Jin and Yue had already left, and his voice was still in the room. "Don't force yourself to do such a thing." Cheng Qianye fled back to the inner courtyard. She touched her hot face. My God, this ancient beautiful man always comes to take off his clothes face to face and offer himself a pillow. It's really unbearable. It suddenly occurred to her that she was not quite at ease to leave Mo Qiao Sheng alone there. So she waved and stopped Xiao Xiu, who happened to be walking in front of her: "Xiao Xiu, there is a Weibei marquis in Qiao Sheng's room. He has drunk Qiao Sheng. Take a few people to have a look. Don't have any accident." Moqiao has a nightmare. He dreams of returning to the study of Wu Xueli, the first master. He knelt there, in front of the ground is the broken inkstone, surrounded by a circle of people, each of them reached out to point at him and said, "it's him, that's what he did!" Mo Qiao Sheng was frightened. He grabbed the master's clothes tightly. "It's not me, master. It's really not me." Wu Xueli's expression was gloomy and terrifying. "Take off his trousers, beat a hundred sticks and sell them to the kiln!" "No, master, you believe me, not me, no!" Wu Xueli's face suddenly became the face of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. He was as gentle and amiable as ever, and he was about to let go. But he said with a smile: "Qiao Sheng, since everyone says it's you, there's no choice but to sell you." Mo Qiao Sheng, surprised in a cold sweat, turns up from the bed and finds that the sky is already bright. He recalled what happened last night and felt a pang in his chest. He did not know whether he was suffering more or angry more. Dressed, he walked uneasily towards the master's inner courtyard. He didn't know if something happened last night that made the master unhappy. He didn't know how to face the master. On the way, Xiao Xiu stopped him: "Qiao Sheng, have you been associating too much with the people of Weibei Marquis recently?" Xiao Xiu frowned: "you were drunk last night, and let an outsider stay in your house. Don't you know that the Lord will look for you every day? Fortunately, you didn't disturb the Lord. If you make him unhappy, you can't bear the responsibility. " Mo Qiao Sheng has no way to explain, bows his head and admits his mistake. Zhang Fu was just passing by, smiling and making a comeback: "it's natural for Qiao Sheng to think about the old people. Anyway, the northern Marquis of Wei will go back to the fiefdom these two days. " When they saw Zhang Fu, they knelt down to salute. Zhang Fu said gently, "but you have to remember, Qiao Sheng, that you are now the master's man. You should pay attention to your own position. People in the past have less contact with each other. Everything should be based on the Lord, don't you think? " Mohaosheng bowed to the ground and said he was guilty. Sure enough, two days later, the Duke of Weibei and Cheng Chiba left. Cheng Qianye held a banquet in the mansion to bid farewell to him. During the banquet, moqiao saw Ah Feng again. A Feng is talking with Xiao Xiu in a low voice in the shadow outside the hall. Seeing him, Feng just glanced at him coldly and left without saying a word. "Qiao Sheng, Qiao Sheng, I was just looking for you." Xiao Xiu helped to hold the food box quickly With two food boxes in her hand, Xiao Xiu complains: "Lv Yao has a bad stomach on this day and can't get up. The kitchen is in a mess now. Even the people who serve the dishes can't arrange it well. I'm not sure. I'll mention the food rules of my lord myself. " Mo Qiao Sheng took the two food boxes together and asked, "do you know a Feng?" "You were drunk that day. My Lord said that there was a stranger in your room. I didn't feel at ease. I went to take care of you and met him." As she walked, Xiao Xiu rubbed her arm. "I just happened to meet her and said hello. The Lord is very considerate to youAt the moment, at the banquet in the hall, there are well-known generals and officials from both sides. They push cups and exchange cups with each other. The atmosphere is very harmonious. Xiao Xiu and Mo Qiao Sheng kneel to Cheng Qianye's side. Moqiao opens the food box and brings out the food.
