Golden Drum Temple.

The monks all hugged in the wing room, and their eyes that had not been sleeping all night were blue and black.

They were both shocked and scared, and only listened to the movements outside with their ears.

"Dongdong."

The temple gate was slapped hard, and the timid one was so scared that he crawled under the bed.

"Wait, it's not an officer or a soldier." An elderly monk spoke.

The officers and soldiers did not have the leisure to knock on the door slowly, and they would kick the door symbolically if they knocked on it.

Speaking of which, this monks practiced it overnight. Last night, the Imperial Guards shouted that some noble people in the palace were sick and forced to take away the abbot of the Jingu Temple. They originally asked the craftsmen to practice it today, but at night, several old monks who couldn't sleep because they were worried about the safety of the Master, suddenly saw a fire in the direction of the palace.

The fire lit up half of the night sky, and the thick smoke even floated outside the city.

You could hear the sound of horse hooves rumbling from the east city and the inner city from afar, and it seemed that they had been having a fuss all night.

Children in the market cried desperately, and cats, dogs, cows and horses were also messed up. Every household closed its doors and windows, and even dug holes in the yard overnight to bury property.

Under such circumstances, the monks in Jingu Temple dared not sleep peacefully. They let the door open and only let the two little monks guard it. They had to get up no matter what they said, so they forced the door to be installed and moved it to the altar and the cabinet were stuffed behind.

The scholars who stayed in the temple couldn't help, so they kept guessing what was going on.

Some say that King Ning died, and the aristocratic families seized power, and some say that the King of Wu sent someone to assassinate him, hoping to completely disrupt Ningtai City.

——No matter which one it is, it is very troublesome. Ordinary people don’t care who is the emperor. What they fear is movement and chaos.

Even if no officers and soldiers rushed in, the gangsters and evil men may climb over the wall to search for property, lust, and kill people to silence them.

When the chaos ends, they will turn around and pretend that nothing has happened. It is difficult for the government to find out who did evil things in those days, because once chaos starts, no one knows whether the officials or gangsters are killed.

Both monks and scholars who live in the neighborhood are trembling. Every baby crying in the neighborhoods will touch their nerves.

Because they dare not go out to see the situation.

The fire was extinguished before dawn, and the smoke slowly dissipated. Things should be moving in a good direction, but at the same time, this is also the most dangerous time - when those gangsters feel that they are not in danger of their lives and can do evil at will.

Now suddenly the door was locked, and the knocking sound continued to reach the wing room, and everyone was almost jumping out of their throats with their hearts in their arms.

I am really afraid of anything I come to.

"I...I'll fight with them." A little novice monk picked up the bamboo pole used to support the window in the house and shouted with a stern look.

The other monks rushed to stop him. The bamboo pole was so thin and it might be broken if it was too hard. Nothing would be possible!

"Don't be confused, not like officers and soldiers, nor like those evil people." The old monk said calmly.

If it were a gangster, he would have climbed over the wall long ago.

As soon as the words were finished, the little novice monk who had run out before shouted in panic: "Who are you?"

As soon as Mo Li landed, she saw a teenage monk who was in his teens opening his eyes wide and trembling all over, as if he was going to fight with him.

Fortunately, he brought the Mage Mingbian in.

"Zhihui, what are you doing?"

Master Mingbian stood on the ground, feeling a little scared. After living for decades, he suddenly said "fly" and flew. He just now slapped the door in front of the temple, and he saw a flash of sight and arrived in the temple.

When he saw the blocked door and the little novice monk who was so scared that he was about to cry, he could only pretend to scold, "Don't you put down the bamboo pole yet."

The other monks who followed him out to stop him were very excited when they first met the abbot, even those scholars were no exception.

"Master Mingbian is back!"

A bunch of people suddenly surged out of the wing room, surrounding the old monk.

Everyone knew that what happened in the palace was so hard that Master Mingbian returned safely.

Only the little novice monk who was squeezed to the side saw the mo carp rising into the air and crossed the courtyard wall with force.

The little novice monk opened his mouth wide and walked to the wall blankly to compare the height of the courtyard wall with himself.

"It turns out to be an old god." The child blurted out in shock, otherwise he would have said that after reciting too many scriptures, he would have said that Arhat Bodhisattva.

Mo Li, who has not yet walked away: "..."

There was no way, so I clearly realized that the master had an old appearance, so Mo Li had to maintain this way to save people.

The palace was still in chaos. When others remembered the civil servants who were forcibly brought into the palace the night before, they didn't know how many days it would happen. Therefore, before Mo Li left the palace, he went to the palace with Meng Qi and confirmed that the stroke of the beautiful Zhu no longer had any worries about his life, and then took the doctors out casually.

Among them are Master Mingbian and Dr. Hu who treated Meiren with Mo Li.

Doctor Hu is a doctor in a pharmacy in Jixianfang, and Master Mingbian is the director of Jingu Temple.

Mo Li sent the latter, while Meng Qi went to Jixianfang.

On the way to send people off, Mo Li broke the hands and feet of seven or eight villains, letting them lie in the alley and roll and wail.

The larger market neighbors have successively garrisoned troops and officials from the yamen. Although the people dare not open the door to do business, the situation is not bad. In those remote places, there are early appearances of people from the martial arts world who are suspected to be Fengxing Pavilion. When Mo Li knocked down a child who was about to pry the door and stole, he even met those people from the martial arts world.

They looked at Mo Li in confusion and came up to salute.

"I dare to ask for the name of senior..."

Mo Li left without saying a word.

When you can't tell whether the other party is under Qiu Si or Qiu Jing, you should reveal some whereabouts and let Qiu Jing come to find him.

I don’t know if the Master Qiu can rush back to Ningtai City in time.

The people from Fengxing Pavilion looked at each other and did not chase after him. They just recorded that there was such a person, and of course the news would be reported layer by layer.

Mo Li walked around several nearby markets and saw people patrolling the city yamen everywhere, with doors and windows closed in every household, even those rich families of aristocratic families were no exception.

Mo Li tried to hide in the dark and listen to other people from Fengxing Pavilion. It turned out that most people in the martial arts world didn't know what was going on. They just didn't want Ningtai City to get into chaos because Fengxing Pavilion has many industries in the city. They not only searched for information for Fengxing Pavilion, but even their wives, children and relatives may be related to these shops.

Fengxing Pavilion is like a huge net, weaving the major trading companies closely together in the market. Perhaps these people’s ancestral homes are from all over the world, but now their homes are in Ningtai, and they will never allow chaos here.

Qiu Si didn't need to give any orders at all, everyone in Fengxing Pavilion would be dispatched.

Mo Li shook his head and realized that Qiu Si's subordinates were divided into two parts. One was a man like Zhushanhu Yuan Ting. Even though his status was high enough, he seemed to have gained the trust of Mr. Qiu, but he actually knew very limited things. The other was a man like Cheng Jingchuan who was in the officialdom.

The latter is currently controlling the city.

"What are the doctors looking at?"

A familiar and close voice came from his ears. Mo Li did not turn around and pointed to the soldiers patrolling the city.

Meng Qi is now in his forties and is wearing a robe with good embroidery. I don’t know which one of the clothes of a dragon, son, phoenix grandson. At that time, Meng Qi casually found a luxurious palace and searched in the sandalwood cabinet, and found many new clothes in the sandalwood cabinet.

There are many types of cloth embroidery in Jiangnan, and the children and grandchildren of Ning would not wear various dragon embroidery clothes all day like in the play, for fear that others would not know that they were dragons, sons and phoenixes. As long as they were expensive, comfortable and exquisite embroidered fabrics, they would have any style.

For example, this one is very in line with Meng Qi's preferences.

The color is very similar to the piece of material Mo Li picked for him in the cloth shop, and it feels soft and soft when it feels.

Since it is really thrown in Feihe Mountain, it is good to have a replacement. Anyway, clothes are gone when worn (…)

Meng Qi saw the mo li from a distance.

In addition to their agreement to meet nearby, Meng Qi knew Mo Li more and more, knowing that he did not want to attract attention, and what kind of place he liked to choose. Both sides of the roof were just blocked by nearby buildings, and with a little attention, it would be difficult to discover. The best thing is that there is a pharmacy below.

It is summer, and the medicine shops will be equipped with insect-proof sachets and medicine bags, which are even worse in the south.

Different medicine shops have different grasps of the amount, and different places also have different ways. For example, where there are many snakes, there are more realgar, and where there are ants, add angelica, etc.

It's like the national player hearing the sound of chess pieces falling on the plate, and the kitchen smells the fragrance of other people's specialty dishes... The pace of keeping the custody is slow, and he can't help but want to stop and distinguish and taste it.

So Meng Qi looked for one accurate one.

But beside Mo Li, there was also a painted carrying box next to him.

"Is this?" Meng Qi did not look at the ordinary soldiers and horses, but picked up the box.

This kind of box is very common and is usually used to store meals, keep it warm and avoid falling from dust.

Mo Li reached out and opened the lid of the box, rubbed the edge of her palm on the back of Meng Qi's hand.

Meng Qi took advantage of the situation and touched her, which made the latter stare helplessly.

“Huh?”

A bowl of shiny meat, made with a lot of sugar and vinegar, was emitting an attractive fragrance.

Meng Qi couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks, but was stopped by Mo Li.

"Drink porridge first."

The carry box has two layers, one is meat and stewed vegetables, and the lower layer is rice porridge and sesame cake.

The sponge cake is very well made. Just looking at it, you can tell that the master is first-class instinctively. This is the instinctive reaction of Master Meng, who likes Nando.

"You haven't eaten seriously these two days. Although the snacks are delicious, they can't make a meal." Mo Li frowned and said. Seeing Meng Qi's appearance of not being guilty or even very happy, he couldn't help but snorkeling, "If you don't like to listen to this, if my master, Mr. Qin, is there, you have to drink porridge for three days and only eat soft and rotten ginger dishes, where can you eat meat?"

——That was because the doctor felt sorry for me, and the national teacher thought proudly.

Meng Qi took the porridge bowl and took a sip of it happily, not forgetting to praise him: "Which technology is this? It is so soft and sweet, it seems to be sweet to the heart."

Mo Li didn't take him back and said calmly: "It's a restaurant two streets away. It looks like Fengxing Pavilion's industry. Today, many shops are not open, and many people in the martial arts world can only go there. I used a double price to cut off a dish ordered by the escort. The other party was willing to wait for a moment because of the money. What Brother Meng had just drunk, maybe it was the taste of money."

Meng Qi: "..."

I have clothes on my body and food on my hands, but I feel very nervous.

Maybe it's because I don't have money in my pocket now and can't afford to support a doctor.

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