Chapter 50 Mo Beiyuan's Game
Mo Hongyi did not show up, not sure if it was because of his injury or because he had no face.
After he moved in, He Wenzhang arranged for a doctor to come and see him, prepared medicine until his injuries healed, and also sent someone to deliver meals.
Mo Zhengqi stared at his unruly second son and cursed in a low voice, "Mo Hongtao, what about the etiquette for eating?"
"Dad! I haven't eaten meat for a long time. What's the point of rules? Can rules be eaten as food?" Mo Hongtao rolled his eyes at his father and retorted.
"Have you ever taught us the rules of the Mo family? You are making a fool of yourself here. You are not even as good as a three-year-old child." Chen Yilan asked Qiao Yuegui with a sneer.
Everyone looked at Xingbao and Yuebao sitting on the small square table, with Jingtao serving them on the side.
But the two of them obviously didn't need help and were eating quietly, at most communicating with each other.
"I want to eat chicken legs." Yuebao was not good at using chopsticks. She was afraid that she would drop the chicken legs when picking them up, so she kept pouting at her brother.
"All for you." Xingbao was good with chopsticks, so he picked one up for her.
Just as she was about to pick up another one, Jing Tao said, "One for each of us."
Jingtao had raised them for three and a half years, and the two knew what they meant in the blink of an eye.
Fang Nianqiao bumped into Qiao Yuegui and glared at her fiercely.
Qiao Yuegui could only stand up, walk to her son, snatch the big elbow from his mouth, and persuade him: "Eat slowly, it's all yours."
"Everything is mine! They're eating it all!"
The three members of the He family sat at the same table with Grandma, Mo Beiyuan, and Feng Aoqing.
The other men in the Mo family sat at one table, and the women sat at another, so Mo Nanzhou and the others were at the same table with Mo Hongtao.
Mo Hongtao is going to fight for this table of meat today.
"Look at you, you raised a good son! What a disgrace!" Mo Zhengqi slapped Qiao Yuegui. "He comes from a humble family and is not worthy of being on the stage."
This stunned Qiao Yuegui, but she didn't dare to say anything. She pulled Mo Hongtao and walked out.
"Mom! Don't pull me! I'm not full yet!"
When they reached the corridor, Mo Hongtao became anxious, broke free, and pushed Qiao Yuegui to the ground.
The twelve-year-old child was already a grown-up boy, and he hit her hard. Qiao Yuegui fell heavily to the ground and screamed in pain.
The little girl at the door hurried to help.
Mo Hongtao wanted to come in, but when he saw his father who had already stood up, he felt a little timid.
"Don't be angry, Second Master. He's just a child and he suffered a lot on the way." He Taiqing came over to persuade him.
He then said to the maid, "Send Auntie and Master Tao back to their rooms, and then bring a few of Master Tao's favorite dishes to his room so he can enjoy them slowly."
When Mo Hongtao heard that he could eat alone, he happily followed them.
After dinner, Mo Beiyuan and He Wenzhang went into the study to chat and drink tea, while the others went back to their rooms to rest.
"I heard that you entered Yanzhou and left the official road. I was afraid you wouldn't come this way."
"I made an appointment with you to come, so I'm sure you'll come. Uncle Yao is my man. Please find a reason to let him stay, and then I'll ask you to help me see him off."
"Of course, you can rest assured about the prison and the guards in Yangping."
Mo Beiyuan asked Si Chen to keep Chen San's group, and asked Uncle Yao, who had killed Chen San not long ago, to replace him.
Firstly, it was to prevent people from falling into Chen San's trap, and secondly, it was to wait for Mo Beiyuan to come here.
What I’m afraid of is that the escort will never leave the city.
Feng Aoqing was sitting on the roof of the house, with An Jinge who had brought her up beside her.
Although He Wenzhang was a civil official, his ancestors lived here. This place was adjacent to Huiyong and there were frequent wars, so he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He looked up at the roof and said nothing more.
Mo Beiyuan knew it very well.
He couldn't hear An Jinge's voice, but he could hear Feng Aoqing's.
So he shouted to the top of his head: "Come down! You are already uncomfortable, and you are still blowing the wind on the roof."
Seeing that they were discovered, Feng Aoqing had no choice but to get down from the roof with An Jingge and come in through the door.
He Wenzhang smiled. No wonder Mo Beiyuan poured an extra cup of tea just now. Now, the temperature is just right.
He saluted Feng Aoqing and said, "Thank you, Madam, for saving my family!"
"Master He, it's just a coincidence that this is what a doctor should do." Feng Aoqing smiled and sat next to Mo Beiyuan to drink tea.
"It's really scary just thinking about it. If we hadn't met you, our family would be finished."
What He Wenzhang said was true. When he received the letter from the servant, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and knelt in front of his ancestral tablet for a whole night.
"You are wholeheartedly serving the people, and God can see it." Mo Beiyuan also said.
"Then you guys chat slowly, I'm leaving." Feng Aoqing stood up and bowed to He Wenzhan.
"Keep pretending. Will you be able to sleep when you get back?" Mo Beiyuan pulled her sleeve.
"What you guys are talking about is definitely not something a woman like me should hear, right?"
"Yes, you shouldn't listen in the house, you should listen on the roof."
"Then, let me listen?"
"Just sit down and drink another cup of this delicious tea. You won't be able to drink it when you leave tomorrow," he said, raising his voice to An Jinge outside the room. "Young Master An, please keep an eye on it."
"Yeah." An Jinge stood up outside the house and jumped lightly, and climbed onto the roof again.
Stand high and see far, and you can see at a glance who is approaching.
Feng Aoqing drank tea quietly and listened to the two people chatting, her heart was already filled with emotion.
Mo Beiyuan destroyed three camps, seized 90% of the stolen goods, and also seized 50,000 taels of gold from Hui Yong in the battle.
He did not hand these things over, but hid them in several places.
Of course, this was not for personal gain, and the two did not say why, but she heard clearly how the money was used.
As he expected, the princess did not notify the cities to store grain, nor did she transport grain to areas prone to floods.
"But how should I explain the source of this? No matter how wealthy and powerful my He family is, we can't afford such a large sum of money!" He Wenzhang was a little embarrassed.
"Just say that you received the letter and went to pick up these things, and the person who came said that they were given by the eldest princess." Feng Aoqing continued.
"But, what if we ask about the letter?" He Wenzhang thought that there was no evidence to support his words, and if he dragged the princess into this, not only would he die.
"The letter will be there in a while." Feng Aoqing said firmly.
If there really was a letter that was so real it could be mistaken for a fake one, He Wenzhang would think this method was perfect.
This silver came from the royal family and was used on the people. This is a very normal thing, so it is definitely impossible to investigate it openly.
Even if the secret investigation leads to Mo Beiyuan, he is already in the deep mountains of Yanguang. Killing him is the same as not killing him. If someone wants to blame him, the people will surely respond to the call and cannot be punished because they have received the favor.
Moreover, your royal court did not save the people, but instead sent an exiled criminal to save them. I am afraid that neither the princess nor the emperor can bear this infamy.
Therefore, He Wenzhang was not afraid and could just say that he knew nothing.
Anyway, everything taken was recorded in a book. How it was used, where it was used, and how much was used would all be monitored by someone. If the superiors wanted to check, they could do so. It had nothing to do with him.
"Let's do it." Mo Beiyuan looked deeply at Feng Aoqing.
The two confirmed all the details and Feng Aoqing did not interrupt again.
Mo Beiyuan must have thought everything through clearly and arranged everything properly.
"Madam, do you think there is anything wrong?" he asked finally.
"I don't understand your things." Feng Aoqing shook her head.
"Then I'll wait for your letter."
Feng Aoqing nodded and said to the rooftop: "Jin Ge, help me call Ying'er over, don't let anyone see us."
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