Chapter 15 Chapter 15 His handkerchief smells so good
Chang Ye tremblingly took out the handkerchief discarded by Gu Shiyan from his sleeve and held it in front of Mu Congmo.
The latter glanced up and found that there was nothing special about the handkerchief. He looked at Chang Ye as if he was a fool. Although he had long known that his subordinate was not smart, why did he become like this after a mission? He thought that an ordinary handkerchief was worthy of being presented to him like a treasure.
"Where did it come from?" Mu Congmo's tone was filled with disdain. He really wanted to know what kind of fabric the handkerchief was made of that was worthy of Chang Ye's treatment like this.
Chang Ye thought to himself that his Majesty was indeed deeply in love with Yue Zun, recognizing it as his handkerchief at a glance. His question was simply out of curiosity as to why his handkerchief ended up in his hands. So, with a tone full of pride, he said, "I picked this up from the ground."
Mu Congmo laughed foolishly in his heart. He didn't know that the salary he gave to his subordinates was so little that they had to pick up other people's discarded handkerchiefs on the ground and even worship them as treasures.
"Get out of here and take your tattered handkerchief with you. After we return to Beijing this time, I will find a teacher to teach you well. As for the teacher's expenses, just deduct them from your salary." Mu Congmo no longer had the patience to discuss this handkerchief with him.
Chang Ye was puzzled. How could this be Yue Zun's handkerchief, and how could it be his old one? Could it be that His Majesty felt that picking up a handkerchief from the ground was beneath the dignity of an emperor?
But even if this is the case, what does it have to do with hiring a teacher for himself? Mu Congmo has always treated his subordinates well, but he felt a little unwilling to be fined for such an inexplicable reason.
He had to be a clear-headed ghost even if he had to die, so he faced Mu Congmo's impatient gaze and spoke with the determination to die: "Your Majesty, do you really not want Lord Yuezun's handkerchief?"
He regretted his words, thinking that reading more books would be a good thing. Now that he had offended the emperor, he would have to wait until his next life to study.
So this was A Yan's handkerchief? That would explain Chang Ye's abnormal behavior. As for whether it was picked up from the ground, it was Gu Shi Yan who threw it there and didn't want it anymore. Mu Congmo didn't care at all.
How could someone like A Yan just throw his handkerchief on the ground casually? He must be too shy and wanted to give it to me but was too embarrassed to do so, so he finally came up with this idea.
Mu Congmo felt a little guilty when he thought about how he hadn't recognized Gu Shiyan's handkerchief at first sight. If he missed out on A Yan's kindness, how would he face him in the future?
Fortunately, although Chang Ye seems unreliable on weekdays, he still has some brains at critical moments. Mu Congmo instantly developed a better impression of this subordinate.
Upon learning it was Gu Shiyan's handkerchief, he quickly stood up, then regained his usual composure and snatched it from Chang Ye's hand. Although it was Gu Shiyan's handkerchief, it had been thrown on the ground and was covered in dust. He had the Shadow Dragon Guard bring in a basin of clean water, placed the handkerchief in it, and washed it himself.
His movements were gentle, as if the handkerchief would tear if he applied even a little force. After a few tries, he finally lifted it. Mu Congmo thought, "His things should be like him, always clean and pure, untainted by the dust of the world."
Chang Ye, who was standing by, tactfully stepped forward and used his inner strength to dry the handkerchief. He didn't even dare to touch the handkerchief, for fear of making Mu Congmo jealous.
Then Mu Congmo hid the dried handkerchief in his sleeve. This was the first item Gu Shiyan left for him.
Seeing this, Chang Ye prepared to leave. Before leaving, he swallowed and said, "Would you please teach me, Mr. Teacher?"
Mu Congmo didn't look embarrassed at all. After all, thunder and rain were all grace from the emperor. Considering that Chang Ye had done a good job on this matter, he said, "No need to ask for more. I will also reward you with three months' salary."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." After saying this, Chang Ye hurriedly retreated, thinking that Yue Zun's position in His Majesty's heart was indeed extraordinary. He secretly decided that if anything related to Yue Zun happened in the future, he must report it to His Majesty as soon as possible.
After Chang Ye left, Mu Congmo sat alone on the couch. He held the handkerchief in his hand and looked at it carefully, his eyes motionless, as if he was looking at someone through the handkerchief.
They had only been apart for one night, but Mu Congmo was already finding it hard to bear. Little did he know that this was just the beginning, and he would have to endure years of loneliness. The young man's figure seemed to be right before his eyes, but unfortunately he could not touch him.
He even wanted to give up the throne and the world. He desperately went to Yunliang Qianchi to find the other party, but he couldn't. He wanted to be the confidence for the young man to do whatever he wanted. He wanted to use his power to protect the young man for the rest of his life.
On the other side, Hongting also came to the government office according to Mu Congmo's instructions.
He held the two corpses in his hands. They gave off a foul stench. Fortunately, he had already used his inner strength to block his nose, but his face was still filled with disgust. He attracted the attention of many passers-by along the way, and people followed him to the front of the government office.
He imitated Gu Shiyan's actions and threw the two bodies in front of the yamen gate, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, trying his best to make himself look like a hero.
The yamen runner inside heard the noise and hurried out, holding a spear, and shouted at Hong Ting: "This is a restricted area of the yamen, who are you?"
Hongting put the handkerchief down and tucked it back into his sleeve. He brushed the nonexistent strands of hair from his temples and spoke in a self-styled manner, "These corpses were killed in their lifetime to cultivate demonic skills. As people of the martial arts world, we should punish evil and promote good." Hongting imitated the words in the storybooks, pretending to be a hero.
Although he didn't like reading books on weekdays, he was extremely interested in dialogue books and had always longed for the Jianghu in the books, so he was so excited when Gu Shiyan said he wanted to go to Jiangnan in person.
It’s a pity that he didn’t see the evil in the world.
The yamen runner standing by became angry when he heard this answer. These people from the underworld always like to stir up trouble. Isn't this questioning the ability of their government?
At this time, a swordsman in green clothes came out and stabbed Hong Ting with his sword. Hong Ting was calm and composed, not taking the other man seriously at all, not even raising his hand. Just as the long sword was about to pierce Hong Ting, the long sword at Hong Ting's waist unexpectedly blocked the attack automatically, and without even unsheathing it, it shocked the swordsman away.
The scabbard was made of fine agarwood, with white jade hanging on it. The sword was Gu Shiyan's Broken Rainbow Sword. Gu Shiyan was worried that Hong Ting would be alone, so although he said nothing, he kept the Broken Rainbow Sword and injected his internal energy into it.
The swordsman in green was stunned for a moment. The long sword protected its master on its own, which was a divine weapon. He felt extremely regretful.
He was originally a retainer of the Huai Palace, spying on the county governor's family for the Huai Prince. His cultivation had reached the level of Linhai, making him one of the Huai Prince's confidants. Naturally, he knew of the Huai Prince's collaboration with the Demon Lord. Now, seeing several bodies appear here, he assumed that the Demon Lord's subordinates had acted on their own and had not properly dealt with their problems, leading to their exposure.
As for the Demon Lord himself, he didn't think much of him. He was a famous powerful man in the Free and Easy Realm, and few people could be his match.
So he wanted to deal with Hong Ting directly to avoid making the matter worse, but unfortunately he underestimated his opponent's background. The places guarded by the artifacts were all well-known and powerful sects in the martial arts world.
The sword in the boy's hand was one he had never heard of before, and it was also different from the sword on the Fengyu Tower's famous weapon list, which led to his wrong move.
He quickly apologized, disguising himself as an ordinary swordsman passing by. "Please forgive me, sir. I thought you were here to deceive me, so I tried to test you. Now that I see you are a skilled martial artist, you will certainly not deceive me. I apologize for my rudeness, and I hope you will forgive me."
What a testing move! Hong Ting could naturally sense the murderous intent contained in the opponent's sword just now. If he didn't have martial arts skills, he would probably have been beheaded by now.
He was not a soft-hearted person to begin with, and after following Gu Shiyan around for so many years, he had learned all about his coldness. If someone wanted to kill him, he naturally wouldn't let them go so easily.
He instantly stepped in front of the swordsman and placed his hand on his shoulder. The next second, the swordsman collapsed to the ground, his entire body devoid of any internal energy, his face pale.
Seeing this, the yamen runner beside him shouted angrily: "How dare you act so arrogantly in front of the government? Do you take us seriously?"
Even Hongting, no matter how unsophisticated he was, could see that the government was favoring one side, but he didn't care. However, the people watching the show disagreed.
"He was clearly the first to attack this young master, so why didn't your government stop him?"
"This young man did nothing wrong. He was beaten and didn't allow the other party to fight back?"
Under the leadership of King Huai, the government in Jiangnan had been exploiting the people for a long time, and people had many complaints about this. Now they all spoke out in support of Hongting.
Seeing they couldn't silence the people, the officers and soldiers moved forward to take Hong Ting away. However, Hong Ting had practiced for many years, so how could they deal with him?
Hong Ting was reluctant to harm these officers and soldiers, fearing that it would damage the reputation of Yunliang Qianchi. Helplessly, he took out the Feiyun Order that Gu Shiyan had given him and shouted, "I am from Yunliang Qianchi, and I use this order as proof."
The four words "Yunliang Qianchi" are well-known, and even illiterate people have heard of this place.
The yamen runners were stunned when they saw this. Why were all the people causing trouble recently big shots? The imperial envoy from the capital had just left, and now a knight who claimed to be from Yunliang Qianchi came.
Although the other party used the Feiyun Order as evidence, they had never seen such a thing before and were at a loss for a moment.
Just then, a man in a white fox fur coat came out, and many people recognized him at a glance.
It was clearly spring, and the weather south of the Yangtze River was warm and pleasant, unlike the perpetual snowfall at Yunliang Qianchi. Seeing the frail figure still covered in fox fur, Hongting looked at him curiously.
He walked up to Hong Ting and introduced himself, "My name is Tingfeng, the deputy master of Fengyu Tower. I wonder if this gentleman could let me see this token."
Hong Ting wasn't worried about the other party snatching the token, so he handed it to him without hesitation. The other party took it, examined it carefully, and finally said to the crowd, "This token is indeed the genuine Feiyun Order. I can guarantee it on the reputation of Fengyu Tower."
He returned the token to Hongting, then stood up and left, as if he had come here only to verify the authenticity of the token.
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