Ninefold Purple

Song Mo took a deep breath, and then he suppressed the rising anger in his heart. He seemed calm and said to Wei Tingyu, "Put on your clothes first." Then he turned and left the inner room.

Wei Tingyu's mind went blank.

He got up in a panic to find his clothes, but he was disturbed by something, and rolled out of bed.

Looking very embarrassed.

But thinking of Song Mo's cold expression, no one could laugh. [

Zhao Zimei turned pale with fright, grabbed Wei Tingyu, and begged tremblingly: "Master Hou, we, we have nothing to do..."

If it wasn't for him, how could he be in such a situation?

Wei Tingyu only felt that the actor in front of him had a terrifying face, which made him sick.

He gave Zhao Zizhu a hard look, dismissed Zhao Zimei without thinking, put on his clothes and went out of the inner room.

Song Moduan sat on the grand teacher's chair in the middle hall, drinking tea in a leisurely manner.

Gu Yu sat on his lower head, although holding a cup of tea, his eyes looked at Song Mo for a while, and Wei Tingyu for a while, his face was full of curiosity.

Seeing Wei Tingyu come out, Song Mo pointed to the grand master's chair opposite Gu Yu, and said "sit" lightly.

Wei Tingyu didn't dare to look at Song Mo, lowered his head, and sat down in shame.

Someone offered him a cup of tea.

The soup is green in color and fragrant, one is the excellent Biluochun.

Wei Tingyu couldn't help but murmured "Thank you".

The man respectfully replied "I dare not take it".

Wei Tingyu heard Song Mo call that person "Chen He." He said, "Go and call in the young man close to Lord Hou."

Chen He was taken aback for a moment, then he responded respectfully and retreated.

Wei Tingyu was shocked.

Do we have to make such a noise so that everyone knows about it?

He couldn't help blushing and turning pale, he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and he was worried that he might offend Song Mo, making him feel restless and uneasy.

Wei Tingyu's servant was quickly called in.

Song Mo told Chen He: "Accompany him to the inner room and see if Master Hou left anything behind."

Although I was afraid that someone would make a fuss about Wei Tingyu's things.

This is for Wei Tingyu's aftermath!

Gu Yu raised his eyebrows.

In the past, Brother Tianci was indifferent to everyone and would only help him and Tianen clean up the mess.He posted it so shamelessly that he almost lost his life. Tianen is Brother Tianci's younger brother. Why does this Wei guy make Brother Tianci treat him so well?

A cold light flashed across his eyes as he looked at Wei Tingyu, and there was no longer the matter of watching a good show on his face just now, but gradually became a little obscure.

Wei Tingyu didn't notice Gu Yu's strangeness.

He looked up at Song Mo in surprise and joy, and called out, "Master." He couldn't help but put himself in a subordinate position and used honorifics.

Song Mo almost crushed the teacup when he heard the words.

Is it necessary to be so wimpy?

He's just an actor, so what if he's asleep?

Just clean it up and it's over!

So terrified...

Dou Zhao, Dou Zhao...how could such a person be put on the table?

He was heartbroken.

Chen He and Wei Tingyu's servant dragged Zhao Zimei out of the inner room.

"Master." Chen He said in a low voice, "There is nothing left behind."

Looking at the situation, the young man more or less guessed the way, his face paled with fright, and he kept nodding in agreement with Chen He.

Zhao Zishu knelt in front of Song Mo tremblingly, "Boom, boom, boom." She kowtowed nonstop.

He didn't dare to say a word, let alone put the responsibility on Ji Yong.

Keep silent, this matter may be exposed as romantic, he still has a life.

After confessing Ji Yong, it turned into conspiracy and frame-up.

Don't say that although he doesn't know this young man in front of him, he is aggressive in his gestures and gestures, and the young man who obviously defends Jininghou will not let him go, even Ji Yong will not let him go. [

For a person like him, sometimes knowing is wrong!

Song Mo didn't even look at Zhao Zizhu, stood up, and said to Wei Tingyu casually, "Let's go!"

Everyone in the room was a little surprised.

That's the end of the matter?

No blame?

No question?

No Thunderbolt?

gone like this?

Wei Tingyu was a little at a loss.

Song Mo got up and walked out.

Gu Yu followed Song Mo closely without looking sideways.

Wei Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and hurriedly followed out of the hall.

Zhao Zishu's whole body was limp and paralyzed on the ground.

He would rather the boy beat him up, kick him, at least he lost his temper, and now he left without saying a word, what will be waiting for him?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zizhu's heart moved.

Didn't Wang Qinghuai, the son of Yan'an Marquis, rest at his place yesterday?

Since the boy was brought by Gu Yu, even if Wang Qinghuai didn't know him, he could still answer the question through Gu Yu, right?

The only plan now is to ask Wang Qinghuai to come forward.

He waited for Song Mo and the others to leave the hall, then hurriedly supported the grand master's chair to stand up, and stumbled from the back door to the courtyard where Wang Qinghuai stayed.

Song Mo who walked out of the hall paused.

Under the luxuriant and lush locust tree, stood two teenagers.

One of them was dressed luxuriously and was rubbing his temples listlessly.Although the other one has disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and looks a little pale from a hangover, he has a tall and straight figure, a pair of bright eyes, exuding a radiance of confidence, which cannot be ignored, let alone underestimated.

A sharp needle light flashed in Song Mo's eyes.

That tall and straight boy should be Ji Jianming!

Only he has such a demeanor.

Ji Yong snorted coldly in his heart.

Song Mo, the son of the British government.

A murderous, ferocious and violent son of an honorable nobleman!

So what?

Anyone who dares to spoil him will make him unable to eat and walk around!

He looked straight into Song Mo's eyes.

Song Mo stood with his hands behind his back.

One stood under the tree, the other stood on the steps, standing still.

The sky has turned light purple.

From the big locust tree came the cheerful chirping of birds.

The grass beside the steps is covered with crystal clear dewdrops.

The fragrance of grass and trees floating in the air makes this midsummer morning extraordinarily fresh and peaceful.

Following behind Gu Yu, Wei Tingyu didn't expect that Gu Yu would stop suddenly. He was caught off guard and almost bumped into Gu Yu's body.

"What happened?" He looked up in confusion and saw Ji Yong under the tree and He Yu with his mouth wide open, breaking the silence of the courtyard.

Hearing this, Ji Yong burst out laughing, and said, "The Lord of England came here before dawn and dragged Jining Hou from Zhao Zimei's bed... Could it be that he came here to catch a traitor?"

One pair of eyes but full of smiles

Song Mo's fingertips were slightly cold.

It was really Ji Jianming who plotted against Wei Tingyu!

He stared at Ji Yong with a cold smile on his lips: "I heard that Tanhualang and Jininghou are uncles, but I didn't expect Zhangtai to take Jininghou with him. Tanhualang is so excited!"

Is Song Mo mocking himself for not being a brother?

The corners of Ji Yong's mouth curled slightly, revealing a bit of playfulness, and he turned around and picked a few young leaves and put them on the tip of his nose to sniff.

On the one hand, he slandered in his heart: If there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but you break through the gate of hell.Originally, I was just going to let Zhao Zishu give Wei Tingyu the name of breaking the sleeves and dividing the peaches. Since you have come together recklessly, then don't blame me for pulling you in rudely, and let you come to "the actors in the Thousand Buddha Temple are jealous for the sake of the wind." Jining, all right!

One side said: "How can it be compared to the heart and affection of the British Duke's son to Jining Hou! I just don't know how Zhao Zimei is now? Don't let Jining Hou hate the death of the water, and it is better to hold hatred for life!"

"Really?" Song Mo smiled, looked at He Yu from a distance and asked warmly, "Mr. He, what did you see?"

He Yu's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Whether it's closeness or distance, he should stand by Ji Yong's side without hesitation.

But what Ji Yong did... not to mention framing, but even bringing Song Mo in.

Who is Song Mo?

When his temper came, he even killed his own nursing home, and after the killing, he neatly stacked the corpses in the center of the yard, even his father, what could he do, the emperor asked him, and had to cover up and hide it... To get angry, put Song Mo like this Is it worth it to drag someone into the water? Moreover, he vaguely felt that Ji Yong's behavior was a bit excessive, as if it was not just for the sake of venting his anger.

He Yu hesitated for a moment.

However, Gu Yu showed a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and said loudly: "I heard that Mr. Ji introduced the lover of Nanfeng Pavilion to his brother-in-law. I don't know what the old Confucians in the Imperial Academy who only know about it every day will think about it. ?”

Ji Yong looked at Gu Yu and said with disdain, "It depends on who said that."

Taunting Gu Yu is not qualified.

Gu Yu was so angry that blue veins appeared on his forehead, but he also knew that beating someone could not solve the problem in this kind of situation.

He clenched his hands tightly into fists and then loosened them, and then loosened them into fists again. After doing this a few times, he felt a little more relaxed, and said with a smile: "Master Ji is right, it really depends on who said it. If If it's someone else, those grown-ups will naturally not know each other, but if it's me..." He grinned and said, "My aunt told me two days ago that I should avoid dealing with those who only know how to eat, drink, and gamble. Children and children. Speaking of which, Mr. Ji and I drank together in the Drunken Immortal Building, and went to the Thousand Buddha Temple to listen to music together... We also met each other once, right?"

Ji Yong looked at the sky with contempt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the smiling Song Mo.

His heart was awe-inspiring.

Why did I forget about this real master, but started bickering with Gu Yu?

That Gu Yu is just a clown next to Song Mo, and he has the same knowledge as him, so he can't win by force.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was the sound of messy footsteps approaching.

Everyone's eyes followed the prestige.

Wang Qinghuai hurried over with two servants

"My son," he first arched his hands towards Song Mo, and then saluted Ji Yong, "Master Ji," and then said, "It was all a misunderstanding. Zhao Zimei just saw that Ting Yu was drunk and was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she helped Ting Yu." Yu rested in her own room, it was not what everyone thought..., this was a misunderstanding!"

Ji Yong sneered.

Song Mo had returned the gift to Wang Qinghuai with a smile, and said, "Since it was a mistake, let's say goodbye first. I invited Marquis Jining to take a walk by the moat outside Xuanwu Gate, but who knew he lost it... I just found it."

Wang Qinghuai looked at the sky pretendingly, and said with a smile: "The sun hasn't risen yet, there is still time for the son to rush to Xuanwumen."

"Auspicious words from your son." Song Mo and Wang Qinghuai exchanged a few words of greeting, and Gu Yu led Wei Tingyu away.

Afterwards, Wang Qinghuai's personal entourage asked him: "Aren't you afraid of offending Mr. Ji?"

Wang Qinghuai smiled wryly: "I offended Mr. Ji, I just wanted to smile more. But if Song Moji hates him, who knows how he will deal with the Marquis of Yan'an."