Chapter 170 Rumors Spread

"But, girl..." Yunzai wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Molan.

... Yunzai, you know my mind very well since we were children. The matter about my mother is like a huge rock pressing on my heart. I must uncover the truth to find relief. This is not only to comfort my mother's spirit in heaven, but also to resolve the knot in my heart. So, Yunzai, don't stop me! "

Yun Zai looked at Molan's unquestionable eyes. Although he felt reluctant and worried, he also knew his girl's temper and determination. They have been together since childhood. How could she not know Molan's knot and persistence? So, Yun Zai nodded silently and said no more. He secretly decided in his heart that he must fully support Molan and guard the door of the meditation room of Daxiangguo Temple for her.

Molan quickly packed her package, quickly changed into a light dress, and carefully adjusted her hairstyle. Finally, she carefully put on a veil to cover most of her face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes.

She turned to face Yun Zai, her eyes full of reluctance but unusually firm, "Yunzai, everything here is handed over to you. I will finish things as soon as possible and come back early. "

When Yun Zai heard this, her eyes turned slightly red and her voice choked with sobs," Miss, you must take care of yourself. I will wait for your safe return here. "The two looked at each other for a moment, Molan nodded lightly, turned around resolutely, never looked back, and left the meditation room with firm steps.

Molan went straight to the pier alone, and when she arrived at the pier, there was already a figure waiting there quietly. The two looked at each other, without words, all the tacit understanding was implied. At this moment, a warm current surged in Molan's heart. She knew that no matter how difficult this journey was, there was this support and companionship. Molan smiled and walked towards the man.

"You are here, let's get on the boat quickly. We can't catch the passenger ship to Jinling at noon. We can only take this cargo ship to the next ferry, and then get on the boat from there and go directly to Jinling. "

The two of them walked side by side, exchanging information while talking. Molan looked at the man who had arranged everything, and felt relieved. The corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and she smiled gently.

...By the way...Molan's eyes lightly swept over the man's luggage, and she seemed to mention it inadvertently...How did you report to your family? This trip is sudden, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get away."

The man was slightly startled when he heard this, obviously not expecting her to ask about this, and then he raised his hand and gently adjusted the hat on his head, with a slightly embarrassed smile on the corner of his mouth...Oh, I told my mother that a classmate asked me to go to Luoyang for a study tour. "

It was easy for him to say, but it was not easy at all, because he did not study hard and was idle all day. When he told his mother that he wanted to study with his classmates, his mother's first reaction was not to believe him. She insisted that if he dared to do anything wrong, she would break his legs. He repeatedly assured her and promised to participate in the next spring exam before his mother allowed him to go out. However, these details could not be told to Molan.

When the two were close, While they were rushing on the road and making unremitting efforts to reach Jinling, the backyard pavilion in the Changxing Earl's Mansion was a completely different scene.

Huang Fuxiang was leaning back in an exquisite recliner leisurely, surrounded by the elegant fragrance of incense. She took a sip of fragrant tea, closed her eyes and rested for a moment, then suddenly opened her shrewd eyes, as if she remembered something, and asked lightly, "Has Sheng Molan done anything these days?"

Seeing this, the maid beside her immediately stepped forward, lowered her head, and replied respectfully, "To answer the young lady, Sheng Molan moved to Daxiangguo Temple to practice meditation."

Huang Fuxiang stopped sipping tea, sat up, snorted coldly, and her tone was full of disdain and contempt, "She is really useless. Her wife is useless, and she is also useless. Sheng Minglan still has some means. As the daughter of the Sheng family, she can force Sheng Molan to practice in seclusion. But it is also true that Sheng Minglan's status is different now, so the Sheng family naturally values ​​this daughter more. "

After hearing this, the maid looked at Huang Fuxiang's expression and made sure that she was not angry before she tentatively spoke, "Miss, what about this plan..."

Huang Fuxiang gently waved the feather fan in her hand to blow the scent of the incense more evenly. She took a deep breath and inhaled the incense into her nose before speaking slowly, "I didn't count on Sheng Molan at all. I had expected her to be useless, but I didn't expect her to be so terrible. Fortunately, there are other handles. Because the late emperor passed away, the news of your majesty's ascension to the throne was not spread. If you add fuel to the fire, you must make sure that everyone knows about it. "

The maid took the order and left. Huang Fuxiang lay back on the rocking chair, her face filled with satisfaction and comfort of being in control of the overall situation. She knew very well that this game had just begun, and she was the one who knew best how to use the chess pieces to lay a net.

Huaihua General's Mansion, Qiu Mansion

Mrs. Qiu sat in the center of the main hall, her face full of sorrow, and she seemed particularly worried.

"How can the outside spread such unpleasant words? There are still scoundrels who dare to run outside our mansion and shout loudly. We are fine, but how can Feiyan, a girl, bear it? "Mrs. Qiu's words were full of deep concern for her future daughter-in-law, as well as anger towards the rumormongers.

Seeing that his wife was unhappy, Qiu Xian quickly spoke to comfort her, "Don't worry, madam. Since Feiyan is marrying into our Qiu family, she is a member of our Qiu family. As long as we don't take the gossip from the outside world to heart, why should we care about others?" Who would have

thought that after hearing this, Mrs. Qiu was not only not relieved of her worries, but became even angrier: "What do you know about you, a rough man who doesn't care about domestic affairs and doesn't understand human nature? How can you understand the subtleties of the inner house and the difficulties of women? This house is locked tightly, and it can't stand the wind and rain from the outside world.

Those gossipers love to make up stories and spread rumors. Their malicious words are like sharp blades that hurt people without being seen. No matter where Feiyan is in the future, she will inevitably have to interact with people. If these rumors are not eliminated, how can she live in peace?"

Qiu Xian could only shake his head helplessly after hearing this, "But we don't know where this rumor came from. It feels like a gust of wind, spreading all over the streets and alleys of Tokyo overnight. Its source is difficult to trace, so how can we start?"

Mrs. Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of wisdom flashed in her eyes: "This rumor does not only affect Feiyan? What about that person? Because of her achievements, the people are skeptical. She must be more anxious than us about this matter. We might as well wait and see how she handles it. Maybe we can use her power to restore Feiyan's innocence and peace. "

Sheng Mansion

" is always busy these days, I'm afraid everyone is too idle to do anything, just gossiping, it was our Minglan who fought the bandits and saved Miss Rong, but when the story is spread outside, not only the facts are distorted, but it is also said in such a terrible way!"