"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 128 The Little Fox and the Scholar

During this time, Yunchu was very unhappy.

Ever since Mo Chi became the number one scholar, he had his own affairs in the palace, and he had to go to court every day. Often when Yun Chu opened his eyes, the bed next to him was already completely cold, and that person had already left for a long time. .

And not only that, Yunchu has always felt that some inexplicable changes have taken place in his body recently. From the state of human form, it suddenly became a fox.

Yunchu was very scared, he didn't know what happened to him, he wanted to tell Mo Chi about it, but every night the man came back very late, his expression was tired, his face was pale, and he even had faint bruises on his body. Medicinal.

Yunchu smelled something he didn't like in that very unpleasant smell. He wondered if Mochi was sick, and finally waited for the opportunity to wake up when the man woke up in the morning. The man wearing the girdle looked at Mo Chi with a pair of bright and round eyes in the dim room: "Ah Chi, are you sick?"

Seeing that the young man in front of him didn't speak, Mo Chi just smiled lightly, then pulled his hand away from his, and said in a low and gentle voice, "No, Yun Chu doesn't have to worry."

When Yun Chu heard his words, his pretty brows frowned slightly in a corner where the man couldn't see. He was no longer the wild fox who didn't understand anything, he knew that the man was lying to him.Yun Chu felt a little sad in his heart, but Mo Chi didn't give him a chance to be sad, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Be good at home and wait for me to come back."

After Mo Chi finished saying this, he turned around and left. Yun Chu watched the closed door open and then closed, and couldn't help but feel lost. Even his eyes were red. The unpleasant smell was lingering all the time, his face turned pale slightly, and his stomach couldn't stop churning.

Outside the door, Mo Chi, who was supposed to board the carriage and rush to the palace, stood there in a dark purple court dress, looking at the door in front of him with dark and deep eyes, full of incomprehensible emotions.

He just stood there quietly, until a man in black appeared quietly beside him, kneeling in front of him on one knee: "Master."

Mo Chi turned around without any trouble, and strode forward: "Let's go."

After the morning court once a day, Mo Chi came to the imperial study as a routine, ignoring the eyes of the courtiers on him and the whispers behind him along the way.

In the study room, ambergris is still slowly rising from the golden panlong incense burner. On the desk that was originally used for the other party's memorial, there is a white jade bowl, which is filled with brown medicinal juice, which looks like a natural fragrance. It was steaming hot, and the bitter medicinal fragrance was wrapped in a strange and unpleasant smell, which was intertwined with the smell of ambergris, which was extremely weird.

The emperor on the side seemed to have gotten used to it. After throwing the memorial that made him angry in his hand far away, someone knocked lightly on the door from outside. The next moment, Li Dequan's high-pitched voice respectfully It sounded: "Your Majesty, Lord Mo has arrived."

"Let him in."

The fine pear wooden door was pushed open, and Mo Chi walked in, saluting the emperor behind the desk.

"Mo Aiqing, hurry up and forgive me." The maggot-like eyes fell on Mo Chi again, but as if he didn't realize it, he put down his hands and straightened up, looking at the man in the dragon robe , "You came just in time, the people in the imperial dining room have just brought over the soup, and it's still hot, so hurry up and drink it while it's hot."

The emperor looked at him with a smile, and Mo Chi said yes, then stepped forward, held the bowl, and drank the contents in one gulp.

The heart was suddenly clenched tightly like a big hand, the man's handsome face suddenly turned pale, the hands in the sleeves were clenched into fists, and the nails sank deeply into the palms.

The emperor's muddy eyes sparkled, and he looked at Mo Chi without blinking. After seeing the reaction of the other party drinking the medicine, he licked his lips in satisfaction: "How does Mo Aiqing feel?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I feel much better." Mo Chi replied as he put down the bowl in his hand.

"That's good." The emperor looked at him, smiled and said three words, Mo Chi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Afterwards, things continued as usual, the emperor was handling official duties to review articles, and Mo Chi waited quietly, occasionally answering the other party's questions and expressing his own opinions.

When leaving the imperial study, the emperor stopped the person who was about to open the door.

"Mo Aiqing, is there someone you like?"

Mo Chi stopped what he was doing, turned around and saluted, "Go back to the emperor, yes."

As soon as Mo Chi's voice fell, the study was suddenly quiet. The emperor behind the desk looked at the man not far away who looked much worse than before, as if thinking of something, he suddenly laughed: "Very good, so good, Originally, I was still thinking that my little princess is very destined to be with you, whether I should give you a marriage, but now it seems that there is no doubt about it, and if that is the case, I will not be that villain anymore."

"To be favored by Aiqing, the other party must be a rare and wonderful person. When you have time, bring her into the palace to show me."

"The minister obeys the order."

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, you can leave first."

"Resignation, sir." Mo Chi bowed and bowed his hands before turning around and going out.

On the way back, the other party's words were still ringing in his ears, Mo Chi pursed the corners of his pale lips, and a look of sternness and determination flashed in his eyes.

After he left, Taoist Jia in a gray Taoist robe came out slowly from the screen behind the emperor.

"Look, Daoist Yijia, how long will it take?" The emperor looked at the door that was closed by the other party, without any emotion in his voice.

"It only takes ten days to return to the emperor." Daoist Jia replied respectfully.

"That's good." Thinking of his daughter in Quelou whose health was deteriorating, the emperor's eyes were full of pity.

After Mo Chi returned to the mansion, he didn't go back to his room, but went straight to the study room, where the person he asked the shadow guard to find was already waiting there.

The other party was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, his hair was messed up like a clump of grass, and his face was painted with black pot ash, which made it difficult to see his appearance. Only those eagle-like eyes glowed when he looked at him. The dense light, when looking at people, makes people unable to help but feel fear.

After Mo Chi opened the door and entered, the other party was sitting on a chair, but stood up in the next second, staring at him with extremely vigilant eyes.

Mo Chi looked at those beast-like eyes, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, forming a slight arc.