GBP Chapter 296: Climbing the Roof and Uncovering the Tiles
Chapter 296: Climbing the Roof and Uncovering the Tiles
"Don't worry, Imperial Master. I won't touch your people." Mo Ling said with his eyes lowered.
Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling deeply and said softly, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty."
Mo Ling nodded: "There is no need to thank you, Imperial Master."
Feng Jiuqing did not return to the carriage, but climbed onto the horse that accompanied the carriage and left Mo Ling's encirclement openly.
Mo Ling stood there and watched Feng Jiuqing leave. He felt something was wrong. He had caused such a big commotion in the villa yesterday, but the Imperial Master did not come out. But today the Imperial Master came out of the villa, which was very strange.
Before he entered the villa, he had sent people to cordon off the place. No one went in yesterday, so how did the Imperial Master get in?
With the Emperor's martial arts, he could indeed break through his encirclement and enter the villa without anyone noticing, but there was no need. If the Emperor wanted to go in, like today, his people would not be able to stop him at all, and he could just go in directly. Why would he go in quietly?
Or maybe the Imperial Master was already at the villa yesterday, but for some reason he didn't come out to stop him?
But this is totally against common sense. Given the Emperor's personality, it is impossible for him to swallow this loss in silence.
The more Mo Ling thought about it, the more strange it seemed to him. With a sullen face, he called the secret guards and asked them to follow the imperial teacher's carriage. Although he did not see Qingqing in the carriage, he felt inexplicably flustered in his heart, as if something was out of his control.
"Guard all places well. I will go to the villa to check it out myself!"
Feng Jiuqing walked a short distance when he spotted the little tail sent by Mo Ling. He smiled indifferently. The person sent by Mo Ling was a Qianlong Guard. Wasn't he afraid of being instigated by him to rebel?
No one dared to stop the Grand Tutor's carriage, and Feng Jiuqing smoothly sent Old Madam Shen back to Duke Shen's Mansion. He did not bring Tongzi back to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, but stayed in Duke Shen's Mansion to accompany Old Madam Shen.
After all, Mo Ling now knows that Tongzai is his son. If he takes Tongzai away, Mo Ling will definitely doubt his identity. With his status as Grand Master, there is no reason for him to take Tongzai away.
Feng Jiuqing had just returned to the Grand Tutor's Mansion when he vaguely saw a hint of white on the roof. Feng Jiuqing raised an eyebrow. Was the defense of the Grand Tutor's Mansion so strong that an assassin could eavesdrop on his roof?
Feng Jiuqing glanced at the secret guard beside him, who smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, it's Master Wuyou."
If Wuyou isn't punished for three days, will he really go crazy?
"Why aren't you coming down yet?" Feng Jiuqing glanced at the roof and said softly.
Wuyou slowly revealed his figure, blinked at Feng Jiuqing, and carefully slid down from the roof.
"Brother."
Feng Jiuqing pinched Wuyou's ear and dragged him into the living room. Wuyou raised his eyes and looked at Feng Jiuqing: "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Brother, let go!"
"You still feel pain?" Feng Jiuqing took off his mask and glared at Wuyou before slowly letting him go.
"Wuyou is wrong."
When you see something is wrong, admit your mistake at the speed of light.
But this time Feng Jiuqing was not so easy to fool. He pressed Wuyou down on the chair and looked down at him: "Have I ever told you not to do anything dangerous?"
Wuyou lowered his head and said dejectedly: "Brother said so."
Feng Jiuqing snorted, "So that's how you listen to me? Do you know that I personally arranged the defense of the Grand Tutor's Mansion? Even Mo Ling's two secret guards didn't dare to break in. Are you so bold as to come here and seek death?"
"If they hadn't recognized you, do you believe that you would have died in various ways before you could even walk five steps into the Grand Tutor's Mansion?"
Wuyou drooped his face and nodded obediently: "Now I know, I won't dare to do it again, brother, don't be angry."
"angry?"
"Ah--"
"I'm not angry. At most I can help you collect the bodies. I've done this kind of thing many times on the battlefield. I'm quite skilled at it. Do you want to experience it?"
Wuyou shook his head like a rattle: "No! No need."
Feng Jiuqing also pulled Wuyou's other ear until it turned red: "If you don't listen next time, you don't have to keep this ear anymore."
Wuyou's eyes were filled with tears but she didn't dare to speak, shedding tears feeling aggrieved.
Feng Jiuqing narrowed his eyes: "You are still feeling wronged, Wuyou, have I been too indulgent to you recently, huh?"
"No! Wuyou was wrong. There won't be a next time." Wuyou admitted his mistake pitifully, but he was not afraid at all. He would dare to do it again next time.
Almost all of Qingqing's secret guards knew him, and he would not be in danger no matter what he did in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, so he was so unscrupulous.
But seeing the concern in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, Wuyou quietly put away this idea. Although he could do it again and nothing would happen, Qingqing would be worried, so forget it.
Feng Jiuqing then sat back in the upper seat, glanced at Wuyou, and asked softly: "Didn't Mo Ling bring you back to the palace? How did you get out?"
Wuyou sat obediently, tears still in her eyes: "My cousin arranged for an official from the Ministry of Rites to take me around Kyoto, and I found an excuse to run away."
Feng Jiuqing could already imagine the panic-stricken look on the Ministry of Rites' face after losing Wuyou. No one knew who this brat learned this from, but he never followed the usual way of doing things.
Feng Jiuqing drank a sip of tea to calm down, "Go back after lunch, otherwise the whole capital will be in chaos because of your disappearance."
"Okay, Wuyou will listen to you, brother, but Wuyou doesn't want to be away from you, brother. Can you come to see Wuyou every day?"
Feng Jiuqing looked up at Wuyou without saying anything.
Wuyou had tears of grievance in her eyes: "Brother, Wuyou is alone in the capital with no relatives or friends. If you don't come to see Wuyou, I'm afraid Wuyou will be bullied to death and no one will know."
Feng Jiuqing: ...It's good enough that you don't bully others. He has never seen this brat suffer any loss, but he has seen him make others suffer in silence.
"You are the son of Princess Anhe. The entire Mo royal family is your relative. Who dares to bully you?"
A tear fell from Wuyou's long eyelashes. He looked at Feng Jiuqing aggrievedly: "But brother, Wuyou doesn't even know them, and they don't like Wuyou. How can they help Wuyou? Brother, can you pity Wuyou?"
Feng Jiuqing looked at Wuyou solemnly. The little boy cried so pitifully. If he really ignored the little boy, he seemed unable to bear it. Well, after all, he was his own little boy. He was protecting someone and no one else could touch him.
"If you're obedient, I can visit you occasionally."
Wuyou burst into laughter and said, "Are you serious, brother?"
"When have I ever lied to you?" Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with questioning.
Wuyou immediately shook his head: "No! Thank you, brother. Wuyou will be obedient and wait for you."
Feng Jiuqing looked at Wuyou for a long time and said softly: "Your status is there, those people in Dayue dare not touch you easily, but if you meet someone who doesn't have eyes, you can tell me, I will not let you suffer in vain."
"Yeah!" Wuyou looked at Feng Jiuqing with sparkling eyes: "I'll go cook for my brother!"
"Don't--" Before Feng Jiuqing could finish his words, Wuyou had already disappeared.