This night was first filled with strong winds and heavy rain, mixed with the deafening sound of cannons.

People in the inner city didn't dare to sleep anymore. While instructing their families to keep the door strictly, they were waiting for the news nervously.

The atmosphere in the entire inner city is probably unique.

Mo Li entered the bedroom, took off her coat and prepared to meditate and regulate her breathing. Suddenly, her heart moved and just put on a pose to close her eyes, without real exercise.

After a moment, someone came to him silently.

"doctor?"

Meng Qi called out tentatively.

Mo Li didn't say anything, just as she was about to see what Meng Qi was going to do, but she felt her inner garment gently pulled away.

“…”

This method of untiing clothes is quite clever. If Mo Li is an ordinary person, he is just sleeping hard again, and he probably won't be able to detect it at all. But Meng Qi knew that this small move would wake Mo Li up, why do you still have to do it?

——Is it because I have to wait for myself to become angry?

Mo Li didn't move, and he closed his eyes. He wanted to see how Meng Qi was missing to continue singing this scene.

The hand slightly opened the collar of the clothes and stopped. Mo Li waited quietly for Meng Qi to continue making trouble, but a breath approached infinitely. The warm breath seemed to be directly reflected in his chest. Mo Li's body suddenly stiffened.

This is?

He opened his eyes suddenly, and Meng Qi also stepped back at the right time and looked at Mo Li steadily.

"You, what are you doing?"

"If the clothes are torn, you have to repair them." Meng Qi paused and said seriously, "After dawn, the city will be in a martial law again. If Liu Dan takes his people away, where can we find new clothes? Let's repair them, otherwise the crack will become bigger and bigger."

Mo Li was speechless and said after a while: "Then you can't just make up for it!"

He was wearing his clothes on him, so he just came over to sew a needle. What did he look like?

Meng Qi casually said, "I called the doctor, but you didn't open your eyes. I thought about it carefully and this is considered an inappropriate person and don't look at it..."

"Where is this? Don't look at it?" Mo Li retorted. He looked at the collar of his clothes, and there was a thread on it. The other end of the thread was strung on the needle, and the needle was naturally in someone's hands.

When Mo Li thought of Meng Qi pulling her clothes open just now, then coming over to sew, Mo Li felt stiff all over.

Not only women can mend clothes.

In rural families, almost everyone can sew clothes regardless of gender. This is like cooking with fire. You can’t marry a wife, and you can’t eat hot food and wear torn clothes forever. However, in towns, people have extra money, and there are women doing sewing business outside, so people don’t need to do everything themselves. However, for emergency response, every family has sewing bags.

Meng Qi just now didn't know where to touch someone from the Liu Mansion.

Now Mo Li is not just pulling the thread, and it is not okay to ask Meng Qi to continue to repair it.

"If you don't see it, it's not rude."

Meng Qi deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of not being polite and said slowly, "I admire the doctor's way of being a gentleman, but I don't think it's rude to be so close to the two, so I'll take a few more glances."

“…”

This can be considered a slander, and Mo Li is in trouble and cannot find any words to refute.

"Otherwise, the doctor took off his clothes first?"

"It's okay, Brother Meng just needs to make up for his own things." Mo Li calmed down and pushed the person out of the door with his backhand, while using his internal force to close the bedroom door.

This is not shame or annoyance, but being too rude to expose your chest and abdomen, and it will not work in front of anyone.

Exceptions to worshiping the court.

Mo Li took off her clothes, looked at the thread, and couldn't help but shake her head.

He removed the needle and thread, re-striped the double strands, carefully aligned the fabric at the crack, and then began to move the needle.

As a doctor, he has used many sheep intestinal threads, and with the eyesight of martial arts masters, his subordinates will not make any mistakes. Sewing clothes is fast and good, and the stitches are fine and well-proportioned. When he is finished, he wipes them with his hands and there is no thread on the surface of the fabric, as if it has not been broken.

Mo Li put on her clothes again and went out to find that Meng Qi was indeed sitting honestly by the window clutch with her clothes in her arms.

He quickly walked to Meng Qi's side, looked down and saw that the broken part was only half filled, without any stitching method, and he could only say that he had "sewn" it, and his clothes seemed to be a bug made of black thread.

Mo Li: "…"

Fortunately, I didn't sew my own clothes for Meng Qi.

"Stop." Mo Li said angrily.

If you don’t have skills, you have to show off.

Meng Qi smiled at Mo Li's clothes and needles. He put the clothes and needles into Mo Li's hand, exposing his chest loudly, and only had an outer shirt on his body.

The cool breeze blows and the drizzle falls.

The hair leaning against the window was inevitably wet by the rain, but it was not much, and it was directly pressed against the forehead and eyebrows, like a voluptuous young man.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi with a strange look.

There is nothing else. Mo Li has never seen this before. The extraordinary and extraordinary person suddenly changed his appearance and looked novel.

But after looking at it for a while, Mo Li turned her eyes away and didn't look at it inappropriately.

Meng Qi was not disappointed, but the doctor looked at him for a while.

The Moli's clothes were halfway through, and suddenly the taste came back!

The fat mouse scratched his clothes with his claws. In order to cover up his mistake, Meng Qi pretended that the fabric was not good and he broke his own. The culprit was Meng Qi. Why is the person who repaired his clothes now? Is there any reason?

How did he get into this pit? Mo Li fell into deep thought at the needle in his hand.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Meng Qi lifted the window and jumped out, running without a trace.

"Wait, you..."

Mo Li stood up in shock, and then silently swallowed the words "not wearing a middle-clothed shirt" back to her stomach.

Forget it, make up.

If I really want Meng Qi to repair her clothes, Mo Li still thinks that the patched area is annoying!

In fact, most men have this kind of skills. After all, they are not embroiderers, and they don’t need any exquisite needlework skills. Just make up their clothes so they can wear them. Meng Qi may have learned it before in his early years. Later, he became a national teacher. It was not his turn to sew clothes. It was probably because Meng Qi picked it up again after Li Yuanze slaughtered the heroes.

Mo Li was in a complicated mood, but his subordinates were not slow at all.

Soon, one piece of clothing was repaired, the ink carp wrapped around the thread, and put it away with the needle.

I didn't close the window, but there was still a crack. When I returned to the bedroom, I wondered whether to practice internal skills or pretend to practice internal skills and wait for Meng Qi to sneak back, but suddenly I saw something under the pillow exposed.

He reached out and found that it was the book that was drawn by Mr. Jinshui.

Mo Li was silent at the script for a while, and looked up and saw that there was no one around, so he calmly opened it.

The original name is "The Record of Golden Lotus". When a person with evil mind and evil spirits will think of three-inch golden lotus when he sees the title of the book, he will think of the wonderful things of these women. However, this is a trick played by the person who sells the story books. This refers to the Golden Lotus Fairy in the Yaochi in the sky. The name is a gimmick, and he has not played with the golden lotus feet wearing embroidered shoes.

The Chu Dynasty once ordered that women should not bind their feet. Although the people did a lot of things on their backs, this stubborn atmosphere was not prevalent in Pingzhou, especially in remote areas such as Zhushan County. People worked all day long and lacked people to work at home. How could they torture their daughter into a disabled place?

Mo Li didn't understand this meaning when he read the title of the book. He usually thought that the Golden Lotus Records and the Jade Chairpin Records and the Mandarin Chairpin Records are nothing different, they are just tokens in the book of a talented man and a beautiful woman. Suddenly, he was quite surprised to see the Golden Lotus Fairy say this.

The most surprising thing is that although this Golden Lotus Fairy is beautiful and graceful, she is only one inch tall.

Every day on the full moon, the Golden Lotus Fairy gained the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to return to normal appearance, so she became a mysterious woman who came and went without a trace. Today, she was the prime minister, the prince, and then disappeared, and next month she found Tanhualang.

The storybook does not mention why the Golden Lotus Fairy came to the world and why she was having fun. She just piled up words and described the joy of being turned red and free and happy. Ordinary people will probably burst into blood after seeing it, and they wish they could plant a pot of lotus and wait for the beauty to enter her arms on the full moon night.

Mo Li: "…"

I suspect that this was written by a flower seller in the capital who paid for the money to hire a destitute scholar.

Otherwise, why do you write so clearly about which street or shop the other man went to and bought flowers?

After another look, the third one who bought flowers was a wandering knight, and the fourth one who got flowers was a poor scholar who taught in a restaurant. The flowers of his boss died. He couldn't bear to take them home.

Why do you want to carry the dead flowers home?

Besides, can the scholar who is raised in the jar without the power to hold the chicken? Could it be that he has taken the flowers and roots from the water jar? Where can he keep them at home?

What, it is actually an inkstone? Can you live like this?

Mo Li closed the pages heavily, frowning.

Such a book is not worthy of Mr. Jinshui's good paintings!

Let’s talk about Mr. Jinshui from Kwai Fong sneezes heavily, unable to help wrapping the quilt tightly, listening to the movements outside tremblingly. No matter who is the person who is plotting against the rebellion, I just hope that the capital can restore peace.

"Forget it, I'll go to Fengxing Pavilion to settle the accounts and move them to the countryside."

Mr. Jinshui said to himself that the capital is so dangerous.

***

"Where is the person? Come!"

Lu Zhang struggled to get up from the bed. He was in pain all over his body, but the imperial physician only said it was a skin trauma, which made Lu Zhang, who had just woken up, furious and picked up something and smashed it out.

These days, he was not sleeping all the time, occasionally awake for a while, and could hear the people around him, but he couldn't open his eyes. Lu Zhang vaguely noticed the changes in the bedroom. The sweat from the pain would not be dried immediately, and the eunuch became more and more absent-minded when feeding medicine, and none of the concubines who should be serving the disease appeared.

He is not dead yet! Do these people dare not take him seriously?

Lu Zhang was angry and didn't expect that because of the order to enshrine the palace, the concubines could not come.
To be continued...