Ninefold Purple

The official sedan chair with the green curtain walked slowly to the Shuntianfu School Alley.

Two people dressed as guards quietly appeared behind the official sedan chair.

The person who carried the sedan chair turned a blind eye.

After passing Shuntianfu School, a man dressed as a manager jumped out from under the eaves and walked beside the sedan chair.

On the street, a servant with a lantern appeared in front of the sedan chair. [

At this time, the official sedan chair has the appearance of a second-rank official with a light car and a simple car.

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

In the dark, it is more conspicuous.

The yamen guard who watched the night saw that not only did he not step forward to question him, but he also took the initiative to withdraw to the side.

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

Several yamen servants winked at each other, revealing the tacit envy among the men.One of them sighed even more: "It seems that the old man is the same!"

The others giggled, as trivial as they were.

The people in the sedan chair don't know.

If someone has been following them at this time, they will find that the outer curtain of the sedan chair has turned into royal blue, and the embroidered ribbon with gold and silver chilong patterns on the sedan chair curtain has disappeared.

The sedan chair staggered out of Cuihua Hutong, circled half of the city, and stopped at a "Douji Brush and Ink Shop" in Gulouxia Street not far from Andingmen Street.

The servant carrying the lantern hastily stepped forward and raised the curtain of the sedan chair.

An old scribe in a blue cotton robe got off the sedan chair, knocked lightly on the door of the pen and ink shop, and shouted: "Treasurer Fan! .

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Song Mo saw himself standing in a large fog.

The misty and dense fog rolled up layer by layer, making it impossible to see the way you came or the surrounding scenery.

He walked blankly in the fog.

It was clammy, greasy, with a biting chill.

How am I here?

He stopped suddenly. [

It was quiet all around, without any sound.

He continued to walk forward, as if passing through heavy tulle.After going through one level and another level, it seems that there is no end.

why?

he asks.

No one answered.

His pace is getting faster and faster.

The fog is getting thicker.

why?

He yelled at the front.

The dense fog seemed to be afraid of his anger, and spread out on both sides amidst his scolding.

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

The lustrous and bright light exuded in the dense fog.

It turned out that he was not alone!

He was excited for a while, and his heart immediately became peaceful and calm.Take it easy.

But those dense fogs quickly gathered together again.And it was thicker than before, blocking his vision.Keep him from seeing a little light.

Humiliation and anger turned into unwillingness, and he was submerged in a flood like the sky.

He yelled "why".

One after another.again and again.

The fog parted and gathered again.Gather and spread out.

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

The light turned into an obsession in my heart.

There was a "boom" in front of the eyes, and the fog suddenly dissipated, and a hazy sun appeared. [

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

He tried to open his eyes wide.

The line of sight gradually became clear.

On a turquoise copper lamp surrounded by birds.Burning an orange fire.

Someone beside him breathed a sigh of relief: "My lord, you finally woke up!"

He followed.I saw Chen Qushui's thin and elegant face.

"This, where is this place?" His voice was hoarse and weak, his throat was stinging due to dryness, and while speaking, his eyes swept around.

Narrow side room, lattices pasted with white Goryeo paper, simple black lacquered furniture, no second person, like the side room where servants live.

As if knowing his thirst, Chen Qushui fed him warm water soaked in bees, and said, "This is the pen and ink shop run by Miss Si. You are insane, so we had no choice but to bring you here first. .”

Dou Zhao!

It turned out that Dou Zhao saved himself!

Song Mofa concealed his shock: "How did Fourth Miss know that something happened to me?"

When Chen Qushui was about to run away, he ran into Duan Gongyi who led Chen Xiaofeng 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 and killed: "...At that time, the young lady thought it was very strange. If this was aimed at the Jiang family, they would be chased again and again by the dead men who were raised. It is unreasonable to kill two people who are neither of the blood of the Jiang family nor of the relatives of the Jiang family. Then the fourth lady asked Lu Ming, only to find out that several important people around you are not in the capital, and she faintly felt that this matter It was aimed at you. Duan Gongyi rushed over with a few of the best guards overnight. Unexpectedly..." Chen Qushui thought of his horror when he saw Song Mo who was beaten and bruised, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, "Fortunately, Fourth Miss No hesitation, otherwise..."

Otherwise, even if he saved his life, he would be sent out of the house.

Thinking of this, Song Mo concentrated his mind and said, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Six hours!" Chen Qushui looked at Song Mo with admiration for the first time when he said this.

Six days and five nights of sleepless nights, the torment of injured tendons and broken bones, the pain of losing his mother, and his father's unfeeling, all failed to wear down his resolve. As soon as he woke up, he began to understand his situation.

Strong will is really rare.

In a few years, why not set up a door?

Thinking of this, he was even more surprised by the British Duke's behavior.

Such an excellent eldest son, why did he give up?

As soon as this thought flashed, Chen Qushui suppressed it in his heart. The British Duke is a nobleman who has been prominent for a hundred years.

"That is to say, it is the Si time of the next day." Song Mo said in a deep voice.

My father invited my uncle and two uncles to open the ancestral hall, and now he is gone. If he is only the eldest son of the Duke of England, the father, as the patriarch, suggested that the elders have no objection. It doesn't matter whether he is present or not. He can be removed from the Song family immediately. .But he is not only the heir of the British government, but also has a hereditary four-rank affair. Expelling him means abolishing the heir and making the emperor full.Then go to the Ministry of Officials to file a report. Without a reason that sounds high-sounding, the emperor will never agree.This is why my father suggested opening the ancestral hall the next day.

In case of a mistake, my father must have some things to prepare in advance.

Now he's been rescued and he's not there.Not to mention driving him out of the house.Is it because all the previous calculations are probably in vain?

Now, father must be having a headache, right?

Think about it.Song Mo's heart ached.

When Chen Qushui saw that his expression was unclear, he immediately remembered Dou Zhao's order, and hurriedly said, "Miss only has Duan Gongyi and Chen Xiaofeng who are available. There is really no way to save Guard Yu and Chen Tao..." Finished speaking.Sighed regretfully.

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

Chen Qushui's heartstrings tensed.

Fourth Miss was afraid that Song Mo would take the initiative to run away from home in frustration, so she specially asked Duan Gongyi to tell him if Song Mo showed any hesitation.Find a way to arouse his fighting spirit.

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing with the silence.It wasn't until he was almost out of breath that Song Mo slowly opened his eyes, and said softly, "Can you deliver some letters for me?"

With great difficulty, Chen Qushui suppressed the joy in his heart, and said in his usual gentle voice: "Miss Si has said that your orders are the same as hers."

In fact, Dou Zhao's original words were: "If Song Mo can be rescued in time, you should quickly ask Song Mo to contact someone he trusts. If he asks you to run errands to help deliver a letter or something, you can help. If it's something else, you just say that you don't have enough manpower and you have the heart. Don't get involved! We have done our best to save his life, and there is no need to take our own life.

But he felt that since he had already decided to help Song Mo, he might as well do it more beautifully.

Song Mo smiled slightly, and the warmth in his eyes softened his expression a bit.

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

He feels no pain.

Chen Qushui hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Your injury is too scary, we dare not ask a doctor, Duan Gongyi gave you the healing medicine of his teacher, but it is best to ask the imperial doctor to take a look... "

There should be Mafeisan in that medicine!

Song Mo smiled and said, "What kind of medicine is it? Give me a few more?" He added, "I can't just lie here all the time, there are some things that I have to do myself..."

"Can……"

"I know." Song Mo said with a smile, "My injury is so serious that I can't feel the pain. This medicine must be overbearing, and it may have side effects. But it's better than losing my life! I'm not a child, I can decide my own affairs. Let Duan Gongyi come in, I haven't thanked him for saving his life yet. As for Miss Fourth..." He raised his eyebrows, and his whole body seemed to fly, "Thank you for your kindness , I won’t say anything!”

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Seeing Chen Qushui coming out of the ear room, Duan Gongyi and Chen Xiaofeng immediately went up to meet him, and said in a low voice, "How?"

Chen Qushui raised the letter in his hand.

Duan Gongyi grinned.

Chen Xiaofeng also breathed a sigh of relief.

The king wants his ministers to die, but his ministers must die.The father wants the son to die, but the son cannot but die.

They spent so much effort, if Song Mo didn't save himself a way out, it would be too boring.

Duan Gongyi just yawned and said wearily, "Which letters will I be responsible for delivering? After delivering them, I can go to sleep."

He hurried back to Zhending from Kyoto. He had just taken a shower and arrived in Kyoto day and night. He was already exhausted.

Chen Qushui hurriedly said: "Go and rest! It's just to deliver a few letters, not to fight. Cui Shisan and I are fine." Then he told about Song Mo's need for medicine.

Duan Gongyi was silent for a long while, and said: "My son's words are also reasonable. A man would rather die standing up than live on his knees." He went to the ear room.

Chen Qushui and Chen Xiaofeng sighed together, one went back to sleep, and the other called Cui Shisan to arrange the delivery.

Dou Zhaozheng, who was far away in Zhending, was standing under the verandah watching the rough envoys carrying camellias.

These flowers are given to Dongdou for the New Year.

Su Xin walked over lightly, and said worriedly: "I don't know what happened to Guard Duan and Big Brother Chen?"

Dou Zhao didn't make a sound.

She knew that this decision of hers was very risky.

But when he thought of what happened to Song Mo in his previous life, he couldn't let it happen again.

She couldn't help muttering: "Sometimes, identity is also a kind of bondage!"

I hope that Song Mo, who has retained his position as the son in this life, will not be so crazy.

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Brothers and sisters, I have to go back because of the Ching Ming Festival. I only wrote this chapter intermittently today. The update on April 4 can only be patched up in these few days.

very sorry!

※(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)