The official carriage with green curtains slowly walked to Shuntianfuxue Hutong.

Two men dressed as guards followed silently behind the official carriage.

The people carrying the sedan chair turned a blind eye.

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

When they reached the street, a servant holding a lantern appeared in front of the sedan chair.

At this moment, the official carriage finally looked like a carriage carried by a second-rank official with a small entourage.

On the big red lantern, there was a huge word "Dou" written on it.

In the darkness, it is extremely conspicuous.

The night watchman saw this and not only did he not step forward to question him, he also took the initiative to move aside.

The sedan chair entered Cuihua Hutong, one of the most famous red-light districts in Kyoto.

Several yamen runners winked at each other, revealing the tacit envy between men. One of them even exclaimed, "It seems that the master is the same!"

The others just chuckled and were as bashful as they could be.

The people in the carriage didn't know.

If someone had followed them at this time, they would have noticed that after the sedan chair swayed around Cuihua Hutong, the curtains outside turned royal blue and the embroidery with gold and silver dragon patterns on the curtains disappeared.

After the carriage left Cuihua Hutong and went around half of the city, it stopped in front of a shop with a sign that read "Dou Ji Writing Instruments" on Gulouxia Street, not far from Andingmen Street.

The servant holding the lantern hurried forward and lifted the curtain.

An elderly scholar in a blue cotton gown got off his sedan chair and knocked gently on the door of the ink shop, calling out, "Manager Fan!"

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Song Mo found himself standing in a large area of ​​thick fog.

Thick and gloomy fog rolled up layer by layer, making it impossible for him to see the direction he came from, find the way forward, and have no idea where he was.

He walked aimlessly in the fog.

Damp, cold, stagnant, and bitingly cold.

How did I get here?

He suddenly stopped.

It was very quiet all around, without any sound.

He continued to walk forward, as if walking through layers of gauze, one layer after another, as if there would never be an end.

Why?

he asked.

No one answered.

His steps became faster and faster.

The fog grew thicker.

Why?

He shouted loudly ahead.

The thick mist seemed to be afraid of his anger and dispersed in both directions at his shouting.

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

The lantern emitted a moist and bright light in the thick mist.

It turns out he is not alone!

He was excited for a moment, but immediately his heart became peaceful, calm and composed.

But the thick fog quickly gathered together again, thicker than before, blocking his vision and preventing him from seeing any light.

Humiliation and anger turned into unwillingness, drowning him like a raging flood.

He shouted "why" to all around.

One sound after another, over and over again.

The thick fog dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed.

The flickering light appeared and disappeared in front of him.

The light turned into an obsession in his heart.

With a loud bang, the mist suddenly dissipated, and a hazy golden light appeared before our eyes.

Warmth and peace filled his entire field of vision.

He tried to widen his eyes.

My vision gradually became clearer.

A ball of orange fire burned on the green copper lamp surrounded by birds.

Someone beside him let out a long sigh: "My Lord, you are finally awake!"

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chen Qushui's thin and elegant face.

"Here, where is this place?" He looked surprised and found himself lying on the bed. He tried to move, but his hands and feet were stiff and he had no strength, so he quickly looked around.

It was a cramped space with window frames covered with white Korean paper and simple black lacquered furniture. There was no one else in it, and it looked like a side room for servants.

Chen Qushui brought him some warm water with honey and said, "This is the pen and ink shop owned by the fourth young lady. You have been unconscious, so we had no choice but to bring you here first."

Dou Zhao!

It was Dou Zhao who saved him!

Song Mo couldn't hide his shock: "How did the fourth lady know that something happened to me?"

"Mr. Yan and Xu Qing were being hunted down..." Chen Qushui told Song Mo that Yan Chaoqing had asked Lu Ming to ask Dou Zhao for help.

Song Mo pursed his lips, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hands gradually clenched into fists.

Chen Qushui held the small bowl and sighed in his heart.

He was about to run away when he met Duan Gongyi who had climbed over the wall with Chen Xiaofeng. He had learned the whole story from Duan Gongyi and couldn't help but say, "Miss felt very strange at the time. If this matter was aimed at the Jiang family, it would be unreasonable to use the hired assassins to repeatedly hunt down two people who were neither of the Jiang family's blood nor relatives. However, After the Fourth Miss asked Lu Ming, she found out that several important people around you were not in Kyoto. She felt that this matter was aimed at you, so she asked Duan Gongyi to bring several of the best guards over overnight. I didn't expect..." Chen Qushui thought of his shock when he saw Song Mo being beaten and bruised all over, and couldn't help but secretly feel lucky, "Fortunately, the Fourth Miss did not hesitate, otherwise..."

Otherwise, even if I save my life, I will be kicked out of the house!

Dou Zhao's beautiful face with a dashing and heroic air emerged in Song Mo's mind.

My father wants to kill himself.

Dou Zhao, who was almost killed by him, saved himself.

Is there anything more absurd than this?

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Chen Qushui looked at it in shock, remembering the words Dou Zhao asked Duan Gongyi to bring to him.

We must arouse Song Mo's fighting spirit and not let him become discouraged and choose to go with the crowd!

His eyes flashed, and he said: "It's a pity that we don't have enough manpower, otherwise Yu Huwei and Chen Tao... I'm afraid it would be too late..." He sighed with regret.

Song Mo said nothing and tried hard to stand up.

Chen Qushui hurried forward to help him, but he made a gesture to stop them, saying, "Please ask Mr. Chen to thank Guard Duan and Guard Chen on my behalf. As for the fourth young lady..." He paused, a trace of warmth flowing from his eyes, softening his face, "I don't need to thank you for your kindness, I won't say anything more!"

Chen Qushui was delighted.

It seems that Song Mo is much stronger than he thought.

He said hurriedly, "I am not worthy of this. I was just following the young lady's instructions."

Song Mo did not dwell on these matters any more, but asked Chen Qushui: "How long was I unconscious?"

His eyes were calm and his tone was rational, revealing a calm and composed demeanor.

"Six hours!" Chen Qushui replied.

In other words, it is now the Si hour of the second day.

My father had arranged with my uncle and two uncles to open the ancestral hall, but now they were gone. If he was just the eldest son of the Duke of Ying, my father, as the patriarch, would have proposed it, and the elders would have no objection. It would have made no difference whether he was there or not, and he could have been immediately removed from the Song family tree. But he was not only the heir apparent of the Duke of Ying, but also held the hereditary position of a fourth-rank assistant official. To expel him would mean abolishing the heir apparent, which meant submitting a memorial to the emperor for permission, and then reporting to the Ministry of Personnel. Without a reason that sounded reasonable, the emperor would not agree. This was also why my father suggested opening the ancestral hall the next day.

To be on the safe side, my father must have some things to prepare in advance.

Now that he has been rescued and he is not present, let alone expelling him from the house, all the previous calculations will probably be in vain, right?

Now, dad must be having a headache, right?

Song Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He couldn't help but close his eyes.

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

When Chen Qushui was almost out of breath, Song Mo slowly opened his eyes and asked, "How is my injury?"

He felt no pain.

Chen Qushui hesitated for a while and said in a low voice: "Your injuries are too serious. We dare not call a doctor, so Duan Gongyi used his master's healing medicine on you. However, it is best to ask a doctor to take a look as soon as possible..."

That medicine should contain Ma Fei San!

Song Mo said calmly: "Now is not the time to see Doctor Yu. Ask Guard Duan to give me a few more pills."

"This……"

"I know." Song Mo said, "My injuries are so severe that I can't feel the pain. This medicine must be very strong and may have side effects. But it's better than losing your life, right?" He looked at Chen Qushui calmly.

For the first time, Chen Qushui's eyes revealed admiration when he looked at Song Mo.

The six days and five nights of sleepless running, the broken bones and beatings, the grief over the death of his mother, and the heartlessness of his father, could not wear down his resolve, and as soon as he regained consciousness he began to understand his predicament.

Such a strong will is rare!

In a few years, why worry about not being able to set up a business?

Thinking of this, he was even more puzzled by the Duke of England's behavior.

Why would he give up such an outstanding eldest son?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Chen Qushui suppressed it in his heart - the Duke of England's Mansion was a distinguished and noble family with a history of hundreds of years. It was very complicated and not something that people like them could touch.

He nodded slightly.

A hint of relief flashed across Song Mo's eyes.

He asked Chen Qushui softly, "Can you help me deliver a few letters?"

Chen Qushui managed to suppress the ecstasy in his heart with great difficulty, and said in his usual gentle voice: "The fourth young lady said that the prince's orders are like her orders."

In fact, Dou Zhao's original words were: "If Song Mo can be rescued in time, you should quickly let Song Mo contact someone he trusts. If he asks you to run errands or help deliver a message or something, it's okay for you to help. If it's something else, you can say that you don't have enough manpower and you are willing but unable. Don't get involved! We have done our best to save his life, and there is no need to put your own life at risk."

But he thought that since he had already decided to help Song Mo, he might as well do it better.

Song Mo's lips curled up slightly.

Fourth Miss...

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Seeing Chen Qushui coming out of the ear room, Duan Gongyi and Chen Xiaofeng immediately went to meet him and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Chen Qushui raised the letter in his hand.

Duan Gongyi grinned.

Chen Xiaofeng also breathed a sigh of relief.

If the ruler wants his subject to die, the subject must die. If the father wants his son to die, the son must die.

They spent so much effort to rescue Song Mo, it would be too boring if Song Mo still didn't find a way out for himself.

Duan Gongyi then yawned and said tiredly, "Which letters am I responsible for delivering? After I finish delivering them, I can go to sleep."

He rushed back to Zhending from Kyoto, exhausted. He had just taken a bath, but he had to travel day and night to get to Kyoto and was already exhausted.

Chen Qushui hurriedly said: "You guys go and have a rest! We are just delivering a few letters, not fighting. Cui Shisan and I can do it." Then he told him about Song Mo asking for medicine.

Duan Gongyi was silent for a while and said, "What the prince said makes sense. A real man would rather die standing than live on his knees." Then he went to the ear room.

Chen Xiaofeng and Chen Qushui sighed at the same time.

Chen Qushui went to find Cui Shisan to arrange the delivery of the letter.

Chen Xiaofeng thought about it and followed him: "Mr. Chen, let me go with you! I am not like Uncle Duan, who traveled from Zhending to Kyoto twice in a few days..."